Chapter Sixty-Eight: The Overlord Dragon’s Divine Power

On the other side, Qin Feng also came to a halt.

For before him, three figures had suddenly emerged from the shroud of night, blocking his path.

“Hm?”

Qin Feng was taken aback—not because among the three stood his lifelong nemesis, but because, within the vast reach of his powerful spiritual sense, he had not detected a single soul. Where, then, had these three appeared from? When Qin Feng’s gaze finally settled on the large, unremarkable black cloth in the hands of the man leading the group—Ye Wuyin—a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Most likely, it was this inconspicuous black cloth that had shielded them from his spiritual perception.

Beyond these three, beside the unconscious Huo Siyen, there appeared a black-clad figure wearing a bamboo hat.

Four in total—truly a grand display!

Clearly, the other side had spent no small amount of time and effort in plotting against him.

Ye Wuyin was obviously here to provoke him. The man hated Qin Feng to the core; whenever their paths crossed, it was always a fight to the death.

Among the four, Ye Wuyin had just reached the Tenth Level of the Mortal Qi Realm—a recent breakthrough. Having suffered serious injuries at the hands of Qin Feng in their last duel, and later having both legs broken by the men from the Blood River Bridge, Ye Wuyin’s heart was full of resentment. He spent his days brooding over revenge rather than cultivating.

But what surprised Qin Feng was that the fluctuation of force around Ye Wuyin had doubled. Most likely, he’d awakened a high-grade bloodline soul on the Soul Awakening Day of the White Tiger Clan, making his advance to the Tenth Level a natural outcome.

Behind Ye Wuyin stood two experts in the Human Qi Realm. Qin Feng’s quick senses told him that one, a middle-aged man, was at the First Level, and the other, a sinister-looking old man, at the Second Level.

As for the black-clad, hat-wearing figure who had felled Huo Siyen, he was more intriguing—his cultivation around the Third Level of the Human Qi Realm. Yet this man concealed his face, as if afraid to be seen.

A faint smile played at Qin Feng’s lips.

He had returned to Luoyang Town with the intention of finding an opportunity to eliminate Ye Wuyin, this lingering threat. He hadn’t expected the man to deliver himself so conveniently.

But—

Glancing back at the unconscious Huo Siyen, hesitation flickered in Qin Feng’s eyes before he feigned surprise and said, “Ye Wuyin, what is the meaning of this?”

“What does it mean? It means I’m here to take back what I lost from you! Ha!”

“I see. But if you have a quarrel, take it out on me. Release Huo Siyen first! Our grievances have nothing to do with her.”

Qin Feng’s voice was calm and indifferent.

To Ye Wuyin, however, this composure was nothing but fear.

“Qin Feng, you’re begging me now? Where was your humility when you stole my woman? Ha! Heaven has finally opened its eyes and awakened you to a death soul. And me, I’ve awakened the Soul of the Black Tiger! You little bastard, do you know what that means? In Luoyang Town, I, Ye Wuyin, will always be first. You, Qin Feng, aren’t even fit to carry my shoes!”

“Not fit!”

“Soul of the Black Tiger?” Qin Feng was genuinely surprised.

Ye Wuyin’s talent was not lacking, but to awaken the Soul of the Black Tiger meant the White Tiger Clan would surely nurture him with all their resources. Yet with such a heart full of hatred, if Ye Wuyin grew stronger, he would become a grave threat to the Qin family of Luoyang Town.

Rubbing his chin, Qin Feng was already considering how to strike ruthlessly.

As for Ye Wuyin’s threats, they fell on deaf ears; in Qin Feng’s eyes, Ye Wuyin was already as good as dead. Let him dance a little longer.

Ye Wuyin, on the other hand, only grew more furious at Qin Feng’s unruffled demeanor. The look in Qin Feng’s eyes—aloof, dismissive—completely enraged him.

His once handsome face twisted with anger, Ye Wuyin spat, “Damn you, you bastard, and that whore Huo Siyen, a pair of filthy dogs, meeting here in secret at night! You think I’m invisible? Qin Feng, didn’t you act so arrogant before? Didn’t you like to play games? Tonight, I’ll play rough with you. Isn’t Huo Siyen your favorite? I’ll rape her before your very eyes and see if you dare act proud again!”

With a signal from Ye Wuyin, the black-clad, hat-wearing man by Huo Siyen’s side grinned lewdly, scooped Huo Siyen up by the waist, carried her over to Ye Wuyin, and laid her at his feet. Then, he took up a position, forming a pincer formation with the other three, always watching Qin Feng.

Qin Feng glanced at Huo Siyen, his brow creasing.

She was clearly under the influence of something—her flushed face and provocative gestures pointed to nothing less than a powerful aphrodisiac, the sort that could turn a chaste woman wanton.

A black cloth that masked presence, a potent aphrodisiac, a mysterious, hat-wearing man—Ye Wuyin had truly spared no expense in targeting him this time.

Of the four, Ye Wuyin and his two family experts were nothing to fear. The only tricky one was the black-clad man with the hat.

His origins were unknown, his cultivation above Qin Feng’s by two full levels. Yet, oddly, there was something about his aura that felt familiar—somewhat reminiscent of Zhan Bai’s.

“Ye Wuyin, don’t you dare!”

A cold light flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes as his gaze locked onto Ye Wuyin like lightning.

Though he’d long put Huo Siyen behind him, he couldn’t just stand by and watch her be defiled by this beast.

Ye Wuyin’s heart skipped a beat!

For a moment, he felt as if Qin Feng’s eyes were knives across his throat—a mere illusion, perhaps, but chillingly real.

Sweat beaded on Ye Wuyin’s brow.

But then, recalling his advantage, he forced his confidence back, cupping his ear mockingly. “What did you say, you little bastard? Are you lecturing me? You, with your death soul, a worthless wretch, dare to lecture me? Ha! You’re doomed to mediocrity for life! A waste like you doesn’t deserve a woman like Huo Siyen. Tonight, I’ll do more than rape her—I’ll make her my slave, a toy for my pleasure every day, ha!”

“Ha ha!” the two Human Qi Realm experts behind him joined in, their laughter full of lewd mockery at Qin Feng’s supposed delusions.

“You all deserve to die!”

In that instant, Qin Feng moved.

Now was when the three were most off-guard—even the black-clad man seemed relaxed, certain that someone at the Tenth Level of the Mortal Qi Realm could pose no threat.

Qin Feng seized the opportunity without hesitation.

Flicking his right hand, three slender, bone-white flames shot forth, directly aimed at the trio.

Without sparing a glance at the outcome, Qin Feng’s figure flashed, charging at the hat-wearing black-clad man.

Qin Feng’s sudden assault caught everyone off guard; only the black-clad man reacted swiftly. The other three never saw it coming. In their minds, Qin Feng’s level was no threat to experts of the Human Qi Realm—a mere ant, utterly harmless.

But this very Qin Feng dared to kill without warning?!

Mocking thoughts in their minds, the two experts lazily activated their protective qi shields, while Ye Wuyin pulled a small defensive shield from his storage pouch and raised it before him.

Overconfidence demands a price!

The bone-white flames arrived in an instant.

Ye Wuyin, at the forefront, had barely raised his shield when, with a brittle crack, frost spread over it—before he could even react, the ice engulfed him completely, leaving him a frozen statue.

The two Human Qi Realm experts behind him were stunned. Panic only just appearing on their faces, their protective shields shattered at a touch—two more statues joined the first.

In a blink, three ice statues stood where men had been.

The black-clad, hat-wearing man twitched involuntarily.

The next moment, Qin Feng was upon him.

“Take my fist!”

“Tyrant Dragon Arm—Dominating Dragon’s Might!”

This was Qin Feng’s first time unleashing the Three Thousand Divine Dragon Forces’ martial art, Dragon Force.

His arm swelled with power—one punch, augmented by force multiplication and hardening techniques, together with his mid-grade mystical gauntlets, pushed the strike’s force to its absolute peak.

The black-clad man, stunned by the sudden turn, nonetheless reacted faster than the others. As Qin Feng’s fist crashed down, he pulled a golden talisman engraved with a mystical tortoise from his storage pouch. As it burned away, a thick, golden, nearly tangible shield sprang up around him.

At the same time, he tried to leap back.

Boom! Qin Feng’s punch slammed into the golden shield, which shattered almost instantly.

The man was aghast—Qin Feng’s strength was beyond anything he’d imagined.

Qin Feng pressed his attack. As the man retreated, he pulled out a mirror-shaped mystical artifact, rapidly weaving a hand sign. The mirror expanded, blocking Qin Feng’s path.

Qin Feng paused. This mirror was no ordinary item—likely a top-grade defensive artifact.

He only sneered.

His punch drove forward, unstoppable.

Astonishingly, the blow crashed straight into the mirror, which flashed silver, sucking Qin Feng’s image inside. But before the black-clad man could wipe the cold sweat from his brow, cracking sounds erupted across the mirror’s surface. Fissures spread, and with a tremendous crash, the mirror shattered completely. Qin Feng stepped forth, his punch losing little of its momentum, still driving toward his foe.

“Damn it, this is monstrous! How is anyone supposed to survive this?!”

The black-clad man was utterly panicked. He fancied himself powerful, but today he’d met someone even more terrifying. If he’d known, he’d never have come alone to this forsaken place. And yet, fate had seen him cross paths with a monster like Qin Feng!

In that moment, he was wracked with regret.

But it was already too late.

Qin Feng moved with a speed entirely beyond the man’s expectations—so fast, he didn’t even have time to summon his flying sword.

All he could do was activate his last defensive shield.

But to rely on one’s shield was the final sign of desperation—a last, exhausted line of defense.

Qin Feng knew this well. A ruthless smile curled his lips as he struck with overwhelming force, showing no mercy as his fist crashed into the black-clad man’s body.

Boom!

Pop!

The shield held for only a heartbeat before it was utterly destroyed.

The black-clad man’s face turned deathly pale…