Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 493 - 491: A Huge Surprise

The youth in the blue robe made his move. Luo Feng drew his saber and unleashed a slash. A stunning blade light appeared, all happening in the blink of an eye.

By the time the youth in the blue robe dropped dead, the thick-browed youth standing next to him was still stunned, unable to comprehend what had just transpired.

A faint look of shock also appeared in Yang Wanyi’s beautiful eyes. That slash just now, bearing the will of the Thunderbolt, with its blade light condensed into a single line, was exceedingly brilliant.

The Shocking Thunder Saber Technique was inherently forceful and domineering, a single blow capable of shattering heaven and earth. To achieve such a level of restrained power was as difficult as ascending to heaven; only those with an astonishing comprehension of Martial Arts had any hope of doing so.

"Liu Feng!"

A moment later, the thick-browed youth snapped out of his shock. He looked up at Luo Feng, his expression a mixture of shock and anger.

"Kid, how dare you kill Liu Feng! I’ll have you know, his older brother is a Spiritual Rotation Realm master and is currently in this Blood-colored Wilderness. Even if you had ten lives, it wouldn’t be enough!"

Although the thick-browed youth’s tone was severe, fear flickered in his eyes.

He was well aware of Liu Feng’s strength. Although both were at the peak of the Ninefold Heavenly Court Realm cultivation, he knew he wouldn’t last ten moves against Liu Feng in a fight. Yet, Liu Feng had been killed in an instant.

"A Spiritual Rotation Realm master... Truly fearsome." Luo Feng smirked coldly, not a trace of fear on his face.

Seeing Luo Feng step closer, the thick-browed youth’s eyebrows twitched fiercely. A thought flashed through his mind: This young man’s strength is terrifying. I’m probably not his match. I should find some others and then seek revenge for Liu Feng!

Having made his decision, the thick-browed youth pushed his Yuan Qi to its absolute limit. With a loud yell, he thrust his enormous fists forward.

"Golden Pestle Shattering Mountain!"

HUM!

As he thrust his fists, Gang Qi coalesced around the thick-browed youth, forming a colossal golden pestle that barreled fiercely toward Luo Feng. Wherever it passed, the air exploded, and the entire cave shook violently, seeming as if it might collapse at any moment.

The thick-browed youth’s intention was clear: he wanted to collapse the cave and bury Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi alive.

"Trying to collapse the cave?" Luo Feng sneered. He took a deep breath, and his Rage Flame Knife transformed into a streak of cold light, unleashing twenty-four slashes in an instant.

CHH! CHH! CHH! CHH!

The blade lights swirled into a defensive curtain, instantly shattering the formidable golden pestle. It reverted to ambient Yuan Qi and vanished without a trace.

Witnessing this, the thick-browed youth gasped. That attack had been his full strength, yet it was nullified so easily! Such terrifying power—not even ten Liu Fengs combined could necessarily achieve this.

Escape! With a flicker in his eyes, the thick-browed youth dared not entertain any other thoughts. He desperately pushed his Yuan Qi to its limits, rushing into the curtain of rain in a frantic attempt to flee.

Under the pressure of death, his speed surpassed even his usual limits, a long sonic boom trailing behind him.

"Having launched an attack, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The curtain of rain was torn open. Luo Feng’s figure flashed, and within a single breath, he appeared, blocking the thick-browed youth’s path.

"You..."

Terror crossed the thick-browed youth’s face, his mouth agape in shock.

Luo Feng wasted no words. His Rage Flame Knife swept downward, unleashing a brilliant streak of blade light.

"No!"

The thick-browed youth couldn’t stop his momentum, his eyes widening as he watched the blade light enlarge before him.

SPLURT!

Blood splattered as the thick-browed youth’s head flew high into the air, his eyes wide open in a fixed stare of disbelief. His headless body continued to rush forward for another ten-odd meters before collapsing to the ground.

"One can be careless with food, but not with words. I hope in your next life, you’ll learn to be more discerning," Luo Feng said, putting away his Rage Flame Knife. He walked over to the thick-browed youth’s corpse.

WHOOSH!

With a wave of his hand, a silk bag flew out from the thick-browed youth’s chest and landed in Luo Feng’s hand.

"Twenty second-grade Yuan Stones! He was quite wealthy," Luo Feng noted with delight after opening the bag.

He was at a crucial juncture in his attempt to break through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm; the more second-grade Yuan Stones he had, the better.

After stowing the silk bag, Luo Feng made a chopping motion with his hand. A massive fissure opened in the ground, and he buried the corpse within it.

This was the Blood-colored Wilderness; leaving a corpse exposed could attract unnecessary danger.

Only after finishing all this did Luo Feng breathe a sigh of relief. With a flash, his figure reappeared inside the cave.

"Is it over?"

Yang Wanyi stood at the cave entrance. Seeing Luo Feng return, she offered a faint smile and asked.

"Mm," Luo Feng nodded.

"That was much faster than I expected." Yang Wanyi’s beautiful eyes twinkled, and she smiled radiantly, a display of peerless charm. She patted Luo Feng’s clothes, her Daimei furrowed slightly. "Your clothes are soaked again. Hurry inside."

Luo Feng turned his head to look at Yang Wanyi, her face wreathed in smiles.

Yang Wanyi usually wore a faint smile, but Luo Feng felt her current smile was different. It seemed to possess a unique, captivating allure.

"What are you staring at me for?" Yang Wanyi raised her slender eyebrows.

Luo Feng rubbed his nose. "You seem very happy?"

"How can you tell?" With a twinkle in her beautiful eyes, Yang Wanyi replied, her lips curving into a smile.

Luo Feng scoffed lightly, walked over to the bonfire, and poked the flames with a piece of firewood. Looking up at Yang Wanyi, he said, "It’s written all over your face; I’m not blind. What’s making you so happy? Share it."

Hearing this, Yang Wanyi faltered, a faint blush rising on her lovely cheeks. She walked over to the bonfire and sat down, resting her cheek on her knees. Gazing at Luo Feng, she smiled. "What if I said it’s because of you? Would you believe me?"

"I don’t believe it."

Luo Feng shook his head decisively. He was all too familiar with Yang Wanyi’s playful manipulations. His current status as the son-in-law of Dayang Mansion was entirely her doing. He wouldn’t be fooled again.

Hearing Luo Feng’s firm denial, a flicker of annoyance crossed Yang Wanyi’s bright eyes. Are my words so untrustworthy?

She had even felt an urge to tell Luo Feng directly how grateful she was for his earlier intervention, for teaching a lesson to the man who had insulted her.

However, the impulse was fleeting and vanished as quickly as it appeared.

As the Fire Proud Sun of Linglong Hall, she wouldn’t voice such sentiments directly. Instead, she merely pursed her red lips, her eyes, filled with a subtle, intriguing light, fixed on Luo Feng.

"Oh, by the way, guess what I found on him?"

As if remembering something, Yang Wanyi’s eyes lit up. She pointed to the corpse of the blue-robed youth nearby and looked at Luo Feng with an expectant smile.

Luo Feng shook his head.

Yang Wanyi opened her jade-like hand, revealing an old, yellowed piece of animal hide.

"What’s this?" Luo Feng asked, surprised.

"Take a look." Yang Wanyi handed over the piece of hide.

Luo Feng took the hide, spread it open, and examined it with a frown. "This is a map of the Blood-colored Wilderness. Is there anything special about it?"

"Look here." Yang Wanyi moved beside Luo Feng, her slender, jade-like finger pointing to a red circle marked on the map.

"Do you remember what they said when they entered the cave?" Yang Wanyi asked, her beautiful eyes fixed on Luo Feng as she smiled charmingly.

Recalling their words upon entering the cave, Luo Feng’s expression changed abruptly. He stared at Yang Wanyi. "They seemed to mention the emergence of a Yuan Spirit Vein! Could it be..."

Noticing Luo Feng’s shocked expression, a smile touched Yang Wanyi’s lips. "Precisely. He kept this map hidden on his person; it must be extremely important. The location marked here is likely where the Yuan Spirit Vein is emerging."

"But this is just our speculation. The place marked on the map is quite far from here..." Luo Feng said, frowning slightly as he looked at the map in his hands.

Yang Wanyi nodded. "True. However, the emergence of a Yuan Spirit Vein is no small matter. If this is real, you’ll have a chance to break through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm."

"Break through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm!" Hearing this, Luo Feng’s expression flickered with shock and excitement.

He knew Yang Wanyi spoke the truth. A place with a Yuan Spirit Vein would be rich in Yuan Qi, immensely beneficial for a Martial Artist’s cultivation—a true Cave Sky Paradise.

When a Yuan Spirit Vein emerges, a seven-colored rainbow bridge often appears—a phenomenon rarely witnessed, perhaps once a century. If their speculation was correct, this was indeed an opportunity of a lifetime.

"But this area is too deep within the wilderness. Isn’t it too risky?" Luo Feng said, his initial excitement tempered by caution as he looked at the map, his brow furrowed.

This was the Blood-colored Wilderness. Even though Yang Wanyi was a second-stage Spiritual Rotation Realm expert, venturing too deep couldn’t guarantee a safe return for them.

Yang Wanyi gently tapped Luo Feng’s forehead with her jade-like finger and smiled. "If you’re worried about me, don’t be. If we encounter danger, I’ll abandon you without a second thought to ensure my own escape."

Luo Feng rubbed his forehead and shot Yang Wanyi a grateful look, then smiled faintly. "Thank you. We’ll set out when the rain stops."

Yang Wanyi slightly pursed her red lips and nodded.

I hope this information is true. Gazing at the red circle on the map, Luo Feng let out a long breath, a keen light flashing in his eyes.

Despite his strenuous cultivation efforts recently, his progress had been slow. He estimated it would take at least two more months to break through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm, yet the Twelve Golden Halls assessment was only a month away.

If others knew of Luo Feng’s thoughts, they would likely cough up blood in sheer frustration.

For an ordinary martial artist, crossing this threshold would take at least half a year, often several years. Some might never make this step in their entire lives.

Yet, Luo Feng had reached the peak of the Ninth Stage of the Spiritual Rotation Realm in less than a month, all told.

...

The torrential rain lasted for two hours before gradually ceasing.

As soon as the rain stopped, the blinding sun emerged, its heat baking the moisture from the ground into a white mist. This enveloped the Blood-colored Wilderness, making it appear even more mysterious.

Two figures moved quietly through the mysterious and eerie wilderness. Their vigilant gazes carefully scanned the shadowy corners, ever alert for dangers that could appear at any moment.

As soon as the rain stopped, Luo Feng and Yang Wanyi immediately left the cave and headed towards the spot marked on the map, venturing deeper into the Blood-colored Wilderness.

CRACK!

As Yang Wanyi stepped, her foot landed on a dry twig, snapping it with a crisp sound.

"Be careful!"

Luo Feng’s gaze hardened as he pulled Yang Wanyi three steps sideways.

WHOOSH!

Just as they moved, a streak of emerald light suddenly pierced the mist, shooting out from the nearby woods.

HISS...

The emerald light struck the ground, instantly releasing plumes of acrid green smoke. In the blink of an eye, a two-meter-wide pit, the soil within it charred black, appeared where the light had landed.

"Such strong corrosiveness!"

Luo Feng stared at the pit, drawing a sharp breath.

A cold glint filled Yang Wanyi’s eyes. She flicked her jade-like finger, sending out a streak of fiery light.

WHOOSH!

The fiery light transformed into a blazing line, piercing the blood-fog and shooting towards the dense canopy of a massive nearby tree.