"Chu Feng! What do you think you're doing?"

The two guards were shocked, their faces twisted with malice. "You're already a cripple! Still thinking of resisting?"

"You're courting death!"

One of them strode forward, throwing a punch directly at Chu Feng. He was a martial artist at the third level of the Hundred Refinements, someone Chu Feng would have easily defeated in the past. But now, Chu Feng was just a cripple!

Killing him would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken or a dog!

Boom!

The energy of the third level of the Hundred Refinements surged, and the guard stepped forward, aiming a punch directly at Chu Feng's face.

But.

As the fist came at him, Chu Feng neither retreated nor dodged. His eyes were blood-red, and he stepped forward, reaching out with his own fist, striking straight ahead.

With a thud, the fists collided, and the guard's face was filled with shock.

He felt.

As if he had struck a mountain.

"You!" The guard broke out in a cold sweat, about to speak, but Chu Feng was already upon him.

The imprint of his fist surged forward.

Boom!

In an instant, the guard's chest was pierced through! Blood splattered everywhere!

"You... you!"

"Your cultivation, it's restored?" The other guard was shocked! His heart filled with terror, he turned to flee!

But Chu Feng gave him no chance! The Demon Sword swept out, slicing through the air with a hiss! Blood sprayed, and before the guard could react, his head rolled to the ground!

"My lord..." Xiao Qian was stunned.

"Are you alright?" Chu Feng asked hoarsely.

"My lord! I'am fine!" Xiao Qian's body trembled slightly.

Chu Feng flicked the Demon Sword, and the guard's belongings fell at Xiao Qian's feet. "Take the money and go! Hide, and wait for me to find you!"

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Qian asked worriedly.

"Kill!"

An invisible killing intent spread throughout the dungeon.

Murderous intent like an ocean!

This was a Slaughter Demon Sword!

Xiao Qian shivered involuntarily, feeling as if the young master had become a sword demon!

Hiss!

At that moment, the Demon Sword glowed, and two streams of blood light were absorbed into it.

Then.

Chu Feng felt a slight increase in the energy within him!

"A swordsman! A harbinger of slaughter!

The way of the sword comes from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Truly an unparalleled Demon Sword! It can increase power through the force of blood!"

Chu Feng sighed in admiration.

Boom! He shattered the cell door with a palm strike and stepped out of the cell.

He scanned his surroundings.

The entire dungeon was vast, and sensing the commotion, crimson eyes from various cells fell upon him.

"Today! I release you! I don't expect gratitude! Just cause chaos in the Flying Cloud Sect!"

Chu Feng coldly declared.

Hiss!

Sword light swept across.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The doors of the cells shattered open.

"This!"

"We're free!"

"Hahaha!"

"To see the light of day again! Today, the Flying Cloud Sect will fall!"

All the prisoners stepped out of their cells, all of them skilled criminals! They cast a deep look at Chu Feng and ran out frantically!

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Flying Cloud Sect was in chaos!

The dungeon was in upheaval!

In an instant, disciples and elders of the Flying Cloud Sect rushed in from all directions.

"The dungeon has been opened!"

"Kill!"

"Don't let a single criminal escape! Anyone who steps out of the dungeon, kill without mercy!"

Shouts echoed.

However, at that moment, a sword light illuminated the dim dungeon, cutting through.

"It's Chu Feng!"

"You traitor! You weren't crippled after all!"

An elder roared.

He saw Chu Feng and was furious!

"Today is the wedding day of the young lady and Young Master Lu! How dare you cause trouble!"

"Kill them all!"

The elder's hair stood on end in anger, his palm strikes sweeping in all directions, his energy surging like an enraged lion! He tore through four or five criminals, charging straight at Chu Feng!

He had a premonition that the upheaval in the dungeon was definitely related to this little beast!

"Elder Ye Ku, I remember you!"

Chu Feng's blood-red gaze fell on the elder.

"You were in the hall that day!"

He struck out directly, a palm strike.

"Little beast, the sect master spared your life! Yet you show no gratitude! I will personally send you to hell!" Elder Ye Ku roared, his hair flying wildly like a lion!

He had reached the eighth level of the Hundred Refinements.

His power was terrifying, each palm strike accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, like thunder!

"Thunder Shakes the Eight Desolations!"

Palm strikes interlaced, like lightning and thunder!

Boom!

Chu Feng did not retreat, his palm imprint surged forward, and with a snap! The collision sent everyone flying.

Elder Ye Ku was shocked!

This little beast, wasn't he crippled? How could he be so strong!

However.

Before he could think further, Chu Feng pursued him.

The palm imprint was unstoppable! Boom! It directly forced his body back.

"Aren't you at the sixth level of the Hundred Refinements?" Ye Ku exclaimed.

The next moment.

A flash of sword light swept across.

The long sword dripped with blood.

Chu Feng stepped forward, his figure steady, a line of blood light flowing from Ye Ku's body into Chu Feng's.

"Those who block me! Die!"

He uttered, his killing intent like an ocean!

Swish!

The disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect were all stunned!

One sword!

Elder Ye Ku, at the eighth level of the Hundred Refinements, died with his eyes open!

Why was this Chu Feng so strong?

"Kill him!

His bones and spirit veins are damaged! He can't truly be powerful! He must be using some forbidden method to maintain his peak state!

We have the numbers! We can wear him down!"

A disciple stood up, rallying the others!

Everyone's spirits were lifted.

Yes!

Chu Feng was already a cripple! His current state was extremely strange!

"Kill! Cut down this cripple, avenge Elder Ye Ku!"

The crowd grew agitated.

Chu Feng heard this and sneered, "Is that so?" His tone was icy, like a glacier!

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

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He flickered, charging into the crowd.

These disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect were all skilled at the second and third levels of the Hundred Refinements, but with a sweep of the sword light, none of them moved!

"You... you all!" The disciple who had rallied them exclaimed in surprise.

And at that moment.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A series of soft sounds echoed, and everyone fell to the ground! Lifeless!

One sword! Wiped them all out!

"You! ... You're not human! You're a demon!"

The disciple trembled, his voice not yet faded when a criminal pounced, tearing him apart!

"Thanks, brother!" The criminals' eyes flickered, wary of Chu Feng.

"Everyone! The Flying Cloud Sect imprisoned us! Today, we regain our freedom! Let's fight our way out!"

The criminals were incensed!

They roared in unison, scattering in all directions!

At this moment, in front of the Martial Arts Pavilion of the Flying Cloud Sect, Chu Feng, clad in blood-stained clothes, strode forward!

"Who goes there!"

Two guarding elders awoke, blocking the entrance to the Martial Arts Pavilion!

"This is a sacred place of the sect, trespassers will die! Leave at once!"

They shouted with authority!

"Chu Feng?" At this moment, one elder recognized Chu Feng.

"How did you escape the dungeon? A cripple, daring to think of entering the Martial Arts Pavilion again!"

The two scolded from above.

Chu Feng realized that the news of the dungeon's upheaval hadn't reached here yet!

"Move aside! Or die!" With the Demon Sword in hand, his cold voice echoed!

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