Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 483 - 481: I Refuse to Accept This!

"You... how are you not poisoned?"

The long-faced Blood Demon Sect disciple didn’t die immediately. His eyes were fixed on Luo Feng, and with each word he spoke, a large amount of fresh blood sprayed from his mouth.

Luo Feng stood still, his gaze calm as he looked at the long-faced Blood Demon Sect disciple. He sneered, "You don’t need to know."

"I refuse to accept this!"

With a look of utter unwillingness, the long-faced Blood Demon Sect disciple let out a final, desperate howl. Blood gushed from his neck as his head detached, and his body slumped backward, lifeless.

Gazing at the body of the Blood Demon Sect disciple on the ground, Luo Feng slowly exhaled, glancing at the wound on his shoulder with lingering fear.

The strength of a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist is indeed not to be underestimated. Even if I reach the half-step Spiritual Rotation Realm, I would have to risk my life to contend with one.

Luo Feng had indeed been poisoned by the blood toxin. However, while his opponent was distracted, he had quickly consumed the remaining Qingling Pill he possessed.

The long-faced Blood Demon Sect disciple had relaxed his guard, thinking Luo Feng was poisoned, which allowed Luo Feng to seize the opportunity.

Otherwise, in a direct confrontation, my chances of defeating this Blood Demon Sect disciple would have been slim.

The surrounding area suddenly fell into a strange silence. The City Lord Mansion guards widened their eyes, completely stunned.

In fact, the City Lord Mansion Stewards and Blood Demon Sect experts, who were locked in fierce combat, were also drawn to the scene. They stared dumbfounded at the corpse of the long-faced Blood Demon Sect disciple on the ground.

Just a moment ago, they had seen Luo Feng clearly struggling in a bitter fight. They didn’t expect that in the blink of an eye, the situation would completely reverse. The Blood Demon Sect disciple, who had held the advantage, was slain with a single slash.

A Spiritual Rotation Realm expert had died at the hands of a Ninth-level Heavenly Court Realm peak Martial Artist!

Even having seen it with their own eyes, many still found it hard to believe, as though they were dreaming.

"Young Master Luo Feng actually won!" a City Lord Mansion guard murmured.

The person next to him nodded, shocked. "I used to think that a Meridian Wheel Realm Martial Artist defeating a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist only happened in legends. I never expected to witness it today."

"Has Luo Feng’s strength surpassed that of an early-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist?"

"Not necessarily. Just now, that Blood Demon Sect disciple thought Luo Feng was poisoned and was killed due to carelessness. If it had been a direct confrontation, the outcome would still be uncertain."

"You’re mistaken. Battles between Martial Artists hinge on a fine line between life and death. Any carelessness can be fatal. Strength isn’t just about realm and cultivation; the ability to adapt to changing circumstances is also crucial."

"That’s true."

The nearby City Lord Mansion guards murmured amongst themselves.

There was a vast gulf in strength between Meridian Wheel Realm Martial Artists and Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists. Ordinarily, no one would believe that a Meridian Wheel Realm Martial Artist could defeat a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. Yet now, the impossible had become reality.

"This guy is terrifying! He even killed Senior Brother Leng!"

Elsewhere, several Blood Demon Sect disciples glanced at the beheaded corpse on the ground, their faces hardening as they glared at Luo Feng.

To kill Yang Dingtian, the Blood Poison Demonic General had dispatched three Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artists and seven Ninth-level Heavenly Court Realm peak Martial Artists.

Now, three of them had been slain before they had even laid eyes on Yang Dingtian, one of whom was a Spiritual Rotation Realm expert. The losses were heavy, making the remaining Blood Demon Sect disciples slightly uneasy.

Several City Lord Mansion Stewards, however, were greatly encouraged by this. Their attacks grew fiercer, firmly suppressing several Blood Demon Sect disciples.

For a time, the open ground was filled with flying sand and tumbling stones, and the deafening roar of continuous Yuan Qi explosions filled the air.

Having slain the long-faced Blood Demon Sect disciple, Luo Feng did not pursue the other Blood Demon Sect disciples. Instead, he took out a pill and consumed it to restore his Yuan Qi.

The fierce battle just now had consumed a vast amount of his Yuan Qi, especially the final slash, which had nearly drained him completely.

At this point, even a regular Ninth-level Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist could easily defeat him.

High above, the leader of the Blood Demon Sect disciples, Claws Blood Dove, stared at Luo Feng, his eyes blazing with fire. His gaze was filled with vicious killing intent as he secretly gathered his Yuan Qi and, seizing an opening, thrust a palm strike down at Luo Feng from the air.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The blood-red palm was the size of a small mountain, obscuring the sky and sun as it descended with rumbling detonations towards Luo Feng.

BUZZ...

Under the Palm Gang, the buildings and ground groaned under the pressure, as if this very space was about to shatter.

"Protect Young Master Luo Feng!"

Witnessing the whistling, colossal blood-red palm, the nearby City Lord Mansion guards trembled but did not retreat. Several of their experts flew to Luo Feng’s surroundings, forming a semicircle. Each unleashed their Protective Gang Energy, creating a huge, semicircular shield.

CRACKLE! SNAP!

The colossal blood-red palm fell. The ground around Luo Feng caved in inch by inch, and the protective shield emitted grinding, creaking sounds under the immense pressure. Dozens of City Lord Mansion guards shuddered, and blood began to trickle from their seven orifices.

Just as the shield was on the verge of shattering, CHSH!

A burst of crimson light shot out and pierced the colossal blood-red palm.

Yang Wanyi stood amidst a blaze of fire, blocking the space above Luo Feng, her cold gaze fixed on Jiu Ying. "Jiu Ying, if you’re planning a sneak attack, I advise you to give up. As long as I am here, I will not allow you to harm him."

Even the dazzling flames couldn’t conceal the bone-chilling cold emanating from Yang Wanyi. If she had been a split-second slower, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

"Damnable woman!"

Failing to kill Luo Feng in one strike, Jiu Ying’s face contorted with fury. He glared at Yang Wanyi, his expression menacing, and scoffed, "I will kill whomever I please, and you can’t stop me! Since you insist on obstructing me, I’ll let you two die together as a pair of ill-fated lovers!"

In a raging fury, Jiu Ying’s Yuan Qi surged. A radiant blood light erupted from his body, dyeing half the sky a chilling crimson, thick with murderous aura.

"Blood Sky Splitter!"

With a long howl, an intense blood light flared in Jiu Ying’s eyes. He stepped into the void, his hands forming claws, and fiercely swiped downwards.

Instantly, ten massive, blood-red torrents of Qi Force shrieked down from both sides. Where they passed, the air itself was torn asunder and remained parted for a long time. The razor-sharp aura sent a chill to the bone.

"Protect Luo Feng," Yang Wanyi instructed quickly, her slender, dark eyebrows furrowed slightly as she saw the ten whistling torrents of blood-red Claw Strength. Her figure transformed into a streak of crimson light as she shot skyward.

"Sky Gang Chess, Transforming Mountains and Rivers, Condense!"

Hovering in mid-air, Yang Wanyi swiftly formed a series of hand seals. Her bright eyes shimmered brilliantly as the crimson Yuan Qi around her body suddenly swelled.

HUM!

The fiery glow transformed into a flaming mountain, stabilizing the surrounding space.

BOOM!

The blood-red Claw Strength crashed onto the flaming mountain, setting off a chain of deafening explosions. Intense shockwaves rippled outwards, causing the flaming mountain to tremble violently, as if it could crumble at any moment.

Nevertheless, the flaming mountain ultimately held firm.

"Wanluo Flame Art!" Jiu Ying’s pupils contracted sharply as he saw Yang Wanyi block his attack, his teeth grinding in frustration.

With his Third Level Spiritual Rotation Realm cultivation, he should have defeated Yang Wanyi, who was only at the Second Level, long ago. That the fight had dragged on for so long was largely due to her Wanluo Flame Art.

The Wanluo Flame Art was a renowned Martial Art of Linglong Hall. It drew its concept from the celestial bodies—heaven, earth, and stars—and could manifest all things. Cultivated to the Transforming Mountains and Rivers realm, its defensive power was astonishing. Even Jiu Ying could not break it immediately.

"Damn you! I’ll make sure you die without a burial place!"

This operation, which should have proceeded smoothly, had encountered such setbacks. Jiu Ying’s face was grim, his eyes glaring venomously at Yang Wanyi. With a demonic expression, he lunged once more.

Unfazed, Yang Wanyi pushed her Tianluo Flame Shine Art to its limits, her figure transforming into a streak of crimson light to meet Jiu Ying’s attack.

The two figures collided in mid-air.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The massive explosions resounded like heavenly thunder. Each time they clashed, the surrounding airflow became violently turbulent, making the hearts of onlookers pound in terror.

WHOOSH...

As he refined the pill, Yuan Qi gradually began to flow through Luo Feng’s depleted meridians once more. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Young Master Luo Feng, are you alright?" the nearby City Lord Mansion guards asked as soon as he woke up, their gazes hinting at admiration and awe.

Many of them also possessed Ninth-level Heavenly Court Realm cultivation, but none had the courage to challenge a Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. Luo Feng, however, had just slain a Spiritual Rotation Realm expert, earning their profound admiration.

Luo Feng shook his head. "I just exhausted my Yuan Qi; it’s nothing serious."

Noticing the sunken palm prints in the surrounding ground, Luo Feng quickly understood what had transpired. He cupped his fist towards the surrounding City Lord Mansion guards and said, "Thank you for earlier."

"Young Master Luo Feng, you’re too kind."

"If it weren’t for your help, we would have been killed by the Blood Demon Sect disciples long ago. We should be the ones thanking you."

"That’s right! You are our Young Mistress’s fiancé and the future Lord of Dayang Mansion. We would lay down our lives to protect you."

The surrounding City Lord Mansion guards looked at Luo Feng, their words filled with gratitude.

Among them were many talented young men, a number of whom harbored feelings of admiration for the peerless Young Mistress, Yang Wanyi. Initially, they had harbored a trace of resentment towards Luo Feng, who had managed to win the beauty’s heart.

But after witnessing Luo Feng’s battle with the long-faced Blood Demon Sect disciple, this trace of resentment had vanished, replaced by admiration and respect.

"Lord of the Dayang Mansion..."

Luo Feng chuckled but chose not to explain. Glancing around, his brows immediately furrowed.

Although he had killed three enemies, greatly boosting the morale of the City Lord Mansion’s side, the outcome of a battle between Martial Artists ultimately depended on strength.

Several Blood Demon Sect experts were stronger than the City Lord Mansion Stewards, and both sides were locked in a stalemate. It seemed unlikely a victor would be decided anytime soon.

What worried Luo Feng most was Yang Wanyi. Her disadvantage due to her lower cultivation level was becoming increasingly apparent after the prolonged engagement. She was now firmly suppressed by Jiu Ying, and her defeat seemed only a matter of time.

Luo Feng mused, If this continues, it will be dangerous. My Yuan Qi has only recovered by twenty to thirty percent; I can’t rejoin the fight.

The City Lord Mansion guards beside Luo Feng understood his concerns and remained silent.

"Young Master Luo Feng, you’ve met the City Lord. How much longer until he comes out of seclusion?" one of them couldn’t help but ask.