Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

The man with a fierce expression had a crimson spiritual light appearing around him.

Mysterious light spirit seals flickered faintly around his body.

Void Realm Seal!!

A mighty cultivator of the Immortal Venerable Realm!!

Ye Feng was completely unaware of this.

From the reactions of the previous cultivators, he only knew that he had killed the son of a big shot.

As for who it was…

He didn't care at all.

When killing people in the Human Spirit Realm, he wouldn't consider the other party's status.

In the Immortal Realm, even more so, one must not have any compassion.

The moment you have a shred of sympathy, you might be the one to die.

In the years since his ascension, Ye Feng had experienced many things.

He had seen through people's hearts and knew that cultivators in the Immortal Realm were particularly selfish…

Perhaps it was the grinding of long years that made these people very indifferent to any feelings.

For them, cultivation realm, pursuing longevity, and power were everything.

As for Zuo Ren…

For some reason, he always felt that the other party should be a strong person traveling the continent, playing with the mortal world.

Although Zuo Ren denied it, he was genuinely good to Ye Feng.

Several times when he was on the verge of death, this guy pulled him back.

He didn't know if it was a sixth sense in the dark.

Ye Feng, who was still refining the Fire Spirit Flower, suddenly woke up from his cultivation!!

His face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

His heart was beating violently out of control, and he held his chest, a sense of unease rising in his heart.

Ye Feng turned to look at the snoring youth on the treetop, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

With a flick of his toe, a pebble hit Zuo Ren's brow.

"Get up, leave this place quickly."

Zuo Ren murmured sleepily.

"Why?"

"I don't know… I feel something is wrong, like some danger is approaching."

Zuo Ren's heart shook, never expecting that he would have such a keen sense of danger.

On the surface, he jumped down from the treetop without showing any emotion, following Ye Feng.

Ye Feng extinguished the fire and carefully erased all traces of their presence.

Zuo Ren also nodded slightly, and as the two left, a gust of wind blew.

Countless sharp blade energies crisscrossed, completely 'scrubbing' the location where they were, without harming anything.

"I hope you have some sense…"

"Don't come looking for death… I still want to stay here for a while."

The two concealed their figures and fled frantically. Along the way, Ye Feng suddenly noticed that Zuo Ren, who was usually talkative, was unusually silent today.

Ye Feng whispered.

"What's wrong, A-Zuo?"

"You're a little strange today, why are you so silent?"

Their figures flew, and the scenery beside them quickly receded.

Zuo Ren was slightly stunned when he heard this, and waved his hand awkwardly with a smile.

"Ha… haha, what?"

"I'm just not fully awake yet."

Ye Feng looked straight ahead, his sense of crisis growing stronger.

His expression gradually became more solemn…

After a long while, Ye Feng took a deep breath and grinned.

"Let's split up, three thousand miles away, let's see who's faster, okay?"

Zuo Ren's body stiffened, and he smiled helplessly, gradually slowing down.

Seeing this, Ye Feng also slowed down without hesitation.

When he looked at Zuo Ren, he suddenly noticed that the other party's left hand had been on the hilt of his saber ever since he jumped off the branch, and his heart suddenly tightened!

"You…"

Zuo Ren stopped on his own, sat down on a boulder, and cursed with some annoyance.

"Damn it, so annoying."

Ye Feng didn't know who this sentence was directed at…

Zuo Ren looked up at Ye Feng, and his entire temperament and aura had undergone extremely subtle changes.

"Feng-ge, do you want to learn a move from me?"

Ye Feng was slightly stunned, and before he could speak, Zuo Ren continued.

"What I'm good at is this one move. How should I describe it…"

Zuo Ren seemed to have remembered something, and a scene flashed in his mind.

That was a very important martial arts arena in his world.

That battle was of great importance.

The human and beast races each sent nine people, called the 'Battle of the Nine Emperors'.

Whoever lost would be exterminated.

He stood on the stage, drew his saber once, and turned to leave.

Smiling, Zuo Ren sensed that the Venerable One who descended from the Eight Desolations was already approaching within a thousand miles.

A faint and ethereal voice slowly came out.

"How should I describe it…"

The scene in his mind disappeared, Zuo Ren parted his lips slightly, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he lightly spat out a word.

"Fierce!"

Ye Feng's chest heaved violently.

At this moment, he finally confirmed that Zuo Ren was no ordinary person!!

Even the meaning revealed in his words several times was more like a passerby from the Immortal Realm…

He was like a guy who was out of place in the Immortal Realm, revealing curiosity and disdain everywhere.

A bright look appeared in Ye Feng's eyes.

He knew that what was happening in front of him might be the greatest opportunity he had had since ascending to the Immortal Realm!!!

Ye Feng nodded heavily and said in a deep voice.

"I'll learn!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng held the long sword with both hands and placed it beside him.

He straightened his clothes, his expression stern and solemn, and slowly bowed!

Zuo Ren also sat upright when he saw this scene, nodding with a smile on his face.

Rumble!!!

The sky shattered, and a figure tore through the void and shot out wildly.

The pressure caused the mountains along the way to collapse, the rivers to flow backward, and the great demons of the mountains to tremble in fear under the earthquake.

The wind and clouds changed in the world, and a gale rose suddenly!!

Deafening roars resounded through the sky, and dark clouds gathered.

Crimson light reflected the heavens, and a fiery seal lingered beside the man in the distance, and the pressure of the Immortal Venerable Realm was released wantonly.

But all of this seemed to have no effect on the two.

Zuo Ren smiled and waved gently.

"Come on, Feng-ge, touch my saber."

Ye Feng stepped forward cautiously and slowly stretched out his right hand to touch the man's scabbard.

Boom!!!

The moment his fingertip touched it, Ye Feng's entire arm was instantly shattered into a cloud of blood mist by the endless sword energy!!

Ye Feng was struck by lightning, his eyes terrified, and he took several steps back!!!

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle, his eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and he breathed rapidly!!!

In his perception, the power he sensed at that moment was like heavenly power.

Vast as the endless starry sky, sword energy crisscrossed and accumulated in the scabbard.

As if drawing the sword could cut the sky!!!

The accumulated and condensed power was like a hundred thousand suppressed volcanoes!

As long as the sword was drawn, it would be the power of a hundred thousand volcanoes erupting instantly!!

Moreover, the power inside was completely different from the immortal essence cultivated by the immortal realm cultivators…

"A-Zuo, you… you are not from the Immortal Realm?"

"And that power…"

Zuo Ren smiled, flicked his finger, and Ye Feng's arm recovered instantly at an eerie speed!!

Zuo Ren got up and stretched, still looking sloppy.

His left wrist was on the scabbard, and he didn't know where he found a dog's tail grass to hold in his mouth.

He scratched his waist with his right hand from his chest.

"You're right."

"I am indeed not from the Immortal Realm, uh… not even from the Spirit Realm hahahahahaha."