670: C670 Kill

C670 Kill

The strong, no matter where they were, would be respected. And it was the same for the Holy Martial Academy. To be able to enter an academy with Holy Martial Academy, every single one of them was a genius. But in this world where the strong were respected, only the strong were respected. So what if he was a genius? Even if he wasn't strong enough, he would still be trampled under the feet of others.

"How is this possible?"

Ye Po and the others muttered to themselves. They could not believe that the combined attack of the five could actually block Gu Feng's punch. This kind of attack was too big and directly destroyed their pride.

Not far away, Leng Zehao's eyes couldn't help but narrow as he looked at Gu Feng with a serious expression. Other people didn't see how Gu Feng made his move, but he did see it clearly. Gu Feng was able to send five people flying with a single punch. That kind of strength was something even he couldn't achieve.

"Hmph." Gu Feng snorted coldly, then looked at Leng Zehao, his eyes filled with an ice-cold light: "Your Snow Cold Palace is really lingering, no matter where you go, you guys will always be there. Since you want to kill me, then stay."

Although Gu Feng's voice was soft, everyone could not help but feel a chill in their hearts. His words contained an unquestionable ice-cold killing intent. A thick killing intent whistled through the air, causing everyone to turn pale.

They looked at Gu Feng as if they had seen a ghost, with fear in their eyes.

"Just how many people did he kill to produce such a terrifying killing intent?" Among the Purgatory Tower, Gu Feng had killed hundreds of people. The thick murderous aura on his body burst out, causing the faces of those who had grown up in the greenhouse to turn pale.

"Hmph, you can't kill me if you want to." Although Leng Zehao's face was also a bit pale, he didn't think that Gu Feng could kill him. In the younger generation, he was ranked in the top five, and his strength had even reached the second level of the Soul Forging. At his age, he could be proud to have reached the second level of the Soul Forging.

Unfortunately, what he encountered this time was Gu Feng, the abnormal guy. When he had just entered the Soul Forging Realm, he had once killed a abnormal guy who was at the second level of the Soul Forging.

"The second level of the Soul Forging is also like an ant in my eyes."

Gu Feng spoke coldly. Under his feet, black and white light flickered. His speed was extremely fast and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Leng Zehao. The glowing hand seemed to penetrate space as it grabbed towards Leng Zehao's neck.

"Get out of my way."

Leng Zehao's expression changed. He could feel that the fluorescent light in Gu Feng's palm had an extremely oppressive force. His expression changed drastically. With a roar, Spiritual Energy gathered in his palm and he smacked towards Gu Feng with his ice-covered palm.

The cold aura spread out, and the faces of some of the Martial Cultivator s who were nearby changed. They felt the surrounding temperature drop, and they could feel the cold aura pierce into their bones. Only when the Spiritual Energy in his body surged did it disperse the chill.

"As expected of a genius of Snow Cold Palace, his strength is indeed tyrannical."

Everyone's eyes focused. Leng Zehao's strength was indeed scary, no wonder he almost squeezed into the Earth Board. Right now, none of them believed that Gu Feng could defeat Leng Zehao. After all, Leng Zehao, who came from one of the Eight Major Sects s, must have a lot of cards up his sleeve.

"An insignificant skill."

A cold smile appeared on Gu Feng's face as he stared at the icy palm that was flying towards him, his expression unchanged. Leng Zehao cultivated in ice attribute spiritual energy as well, but he was miles away from Shui Qianrou. Furthermore, he was currently at the fourth level of the Soul Forging, so he was not afraid.

Seeing that Gu Feng did not dodge, a sinister smile appeared on Leng Zehao's face. This icy palm of his had once frozen a Martial Cultivator of the second level of Soul Forging into ice. Gu Feng was now a dead man in his eyes.

"Arrogant brat, go to hell." Leng Zehao's eyes were filled with killing intent and surprise. As long as he killed Gu Feng, then there was no doubt that he would gain a great merit and his position in the Snow Cold Palace would rise accordingly. At that time, how would the few fellows in front of him still be able to compete with him?

"Hmph, it's too early for you to be celebrating." Gu Feng's body gently shook as the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile. His seemingly skinny body instantly unleashed an extremely shocking aura. That aura was like a mountain torrent that surged out from his body. A terrifying aura swept across and destroyed the icy spiritual energy in Leng Zehao's hand. The aura also disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Leng Zehao's pupils constricted and his face showed fear. He quickly retreated.

"Can you leave?" Gu Feng's faint voice sounded like it came from hell. His palm was like an eagle's claw as it grabbed onto Leng Zehao's neck.

The scene was extremely quiet, and everything happened in an instant. The result was out of everyone's expectation, Leng Zehao was instantly controlled by Gu Feng. Now, all he needed to do was to make a slight movement of the spiritual energy in Gu Feng's palm and break Leng Zehao's neck.

"Little bastard, you better let me go, otherwise, Snow Cold Palace will not let you go." Leng Zehao's face was pale as he threatened Gu Feng.

Gu Feng laughed coldly: "I had long ago become like water and fire with your Snow Cold Palace. It's not that you don't want to let me off, it's just that I won't let you off."

Pausing for a moment, he continued: "Don't worry, I'll send those old fogeys from your Snow Cold Palace over one by one to keep you company."

As his voice faded, Gu Feng slightly clenched his hand. A clear cracking sound rang out and everyone could not help but feel shocked in their hearts. Their faces were filled with shock as they looked towards Leng Zehao.

The fear on Leng Zehao's face still hadn't disappeared, but his life force was rapidly disappearing. Leng Zehao, Snow Cold Palace's core disciple, was killed. In front of everyone, he was killed by Gu Feng as if he was a bug.

Quiet, the scene was abnormally quiet. The way they looked at Gu Feng was no longer one of worship, but one filled with fear and reverence. Even Leng Zehao, who was at the second level of the Soul Forging, was no match for him and was killed in an instant. They could not imagine just how terrifying Gu Feng's cultivation was.0

Now they also understood why Snow Cold Palace disregarded everything and wanted Gu Feng to die, because this young man was too terrifying. How old was he now, to the point that even experts at the second level of the Soul Forging were no match for him. Given a few more years, it was not impossible for him to become a powerhouse in the Soul Condensation. At that time, even the Snow Cold Palace would probably tremble.

"How terrifying, I wonder how he cultivates." Ann Miaoyi's beautiful eyes widened. She took a few deep breaths and patted her full and tender breasts as she spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

It wasn't that she hadn't seen Martial Cultivator at the fourth level of the Soul Forging, but there had never been someone like Gu Feng who had casually killed a Martial Cultivator at the second level of the Soul Forging. Furthermore, that person was a core disciple of the Snow Cold Palace.

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