Chapter 40: Confrontation in the Refining Realm

  "Looking for death!"

  Li Chen burst into anger, his fists striking out fiercely, and instantly a series of mournful cries rang out.

  No longer holding back, Li Chen charged in like a fierce tiger into a flock of sheep, and with each flash of his figure, several people were sent flying, all of them breaking bones and snapping tendons.

  Trapped in the Eagle's Nest on ancient Cangshan for more than half a year, every day was spent either cultivating techniques or practicing martial skills. He sustained himself with the spiritual fruits from the mountain cliffs. His physical body was exceptionally strong and unmatched; even a top-tier demonic beast couldn't compare to him. After charging out of the mountains after half a year, his entire being exuded an aura of ferocity that not even fierce beasts could match. These people were no match for him.

  In the midst of the continuous ringing sound, several somersaults brought him to Li Qufeng's side. Under his frightened gaze, a fierce tiger pounced and struck his chest with a loud crash.

  "Not good!"

  Li Qufeng did not expect the other party to come so quickly, with no room for retreat, he could only hold up the steel knife in his hand horizontally.

  Wow!

  A shrill clang of metal on metal, and Li Quanfeng let out a blood-curdling scream as he spat out blood and flew backward, his chest caved in, the steel knife in his hand snapped in two.

  "What?"

  Everyone was shocked and retreated in surprise.

  Li Qufeng, as a veteran eighth-level warrior, had extremely refined skills, and even ninth-level warriors couldn't easily take him down. Yet, he was surprisingly defeated by this young man's hands. What kind of cultivation did his opponent have?

  There was only one person, at the moment when Li Chen threw a punch, when the cyan-gray airflow flashed on the fist peak, a hint of sharp light appeared in his eyes, but it was immediately retracted.

  If Li Chen saw it, he would surely recognize that this person was none other than Li Mingyun, the manager of the Li family's medicine shop.

  "This kid is a handful!"

  Li Jue's pupils constricted, and apart from his eldest daughter in the Xuan Yun Sect, who had a good innate talent and was cultivated to become a Quenching Truth realm warrior, it was impossible for her to return.

  Only a handful of nine-layered Wu Zhe, except for him, is the second daughter Li Yuehua here, but he came in such a hurry that he didn't know Li Yuehua was no match for Li Chen.

  If there had been some communication between them, they would not have simply ordered an attack.

  "Don't force me to kill!"

  Li Chen coldly glanced around and turned to leave.

  Although most of the people here have bullied him, under the influence of Old Lei's head, he is kind by nature, so he has never taken drastic measures.

  If it weren't for Li Qu Feng going with Niu Shu and the others, he definitely wouldn't have done so.

  Whoosh!

  At the moment when Li Chen turned around and left, a figure emerged from the crowd like a ghost, and a cold light burst out behind his back.

  "True Boundary of Martial Arts!"

  Li Chen suddenly felt a chill and his hair stood on end, the wind blew swiftly as he dodged to the side in an instant, avoiding the sword. He gazed coldly at the old man who had suddenly appeared.

  "You can actually dodge my sword, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant in the Li family!"

  An elderly man wearing brocade robes, with a face that shone brightly, held in his hand a precious sword that slightly emitted a grey gas blade. Under the shining light, it emitted a chilling aura that pierced to the bone.

  "Grandpa!"

  The two women behind him suddenly exclaimed with surprise and delight.

  "I just want to get out of here!"

  Ley Chen's eyebrows slightly furrowed as he swept his gaze over the torn opening on his right arm, and he already knew that this old man was another Li family cultivator in the Quenching Realm besides Li Yueqing - Li Kunfeng.

  It's because of his presence that the Li family can monopolize the top spot and suppress the other two families.

  "Alright, I'll cut off one of my arms!"

  Li Kunfeng said coldly.

  "There's only one war!"

  Li Chen sighed inwardly that he was still young and inexperienced, and shouldn't have believed the other party so easily. Nevertheless, he didn't regret it; all he could do now was to fight on and delay for time.

  With a determined mind, he stomped his foot on the ground and suddenly shot towards Li Kunfeng like an arrow, unleashing the Tiger Roar Fist without hesitation.

  "Hum, he handed it over to me, and you caught those few cheap slaves!"

  Li Kunfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, his sword tip dancing in and out, his body flickering as if he had become multiple people attacking Li Chen together. The might of a cultivator in the Refining Realm was visible at a glance.

  Looking at Li Chen, his feet were swift and agile, his body as light as a swallow, dodging and weaving in the light. Every time he was about to be struck by the sword's glow, his right fist suddenly shot out, and with a loud crash, he deflected the sword's edge.

  "Spiritual Tier Gloves?"

  Li Kunfeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his sword style changed abruptly, and he suddenly shot out a palm from the sword light. On the surface of his palm, there was a thin layer of pale blue glow.

  "Ice-element True Qi! Storm Flash!"

  Li Chen was shocked and felt a chill run down his spine, he didn't dare to slow down, his body rapidly retreated, but in an instant he pounced again, his fists continuously dancing, forming a layered storm barrier.

  He wanted to drag out the fight and delay time, but his opponent was experienced and wouldn't give him a chance. He had no choice but to go all out.

  "Welcome!"

  Li Kunfeng sneered inwardly, his opponent was clearly far from reaching the Refining Truth realm, daring to engage in a fierce battle with him, only leading to a dead end.

  Without flashing or dodging, the palm strength added three more points, and a blue light halo flickered, even a thin fog appeared around.

  Boom!

  The dull thud continued, and all that could be seen was the fist shadow swung out by Li Chen being slapped away by a blue palm force. Suddenly, the two palms and fists intersected!

  "What?"

  Li Kunfeng's mouth corners coldly retracted, turning into astonishment.

  But as an old and seasoned cultivator of the True Boundary Realm, with ample experience, at the moment that tearing-like aura arrived in his palm, all the true energy within his body converged towards his palm, and his right hand's treasured sword flashed out in a swift and urgent thrust.

  Seeing the sharp blade coming towards his chest, Li Chen gritted his teeth and his fists flashed like a stormy rain, suddenly unleashing an inexplicable pressure that enveloped Li Kunfeng.

  "This... this is actually a fist style, you can't stay!"

  Li Kunfeng's eyes widened in shock, his pupils constricted and burst out with an extremely fierce killing intent. The long sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from its lair, suddenly transforming into a series of flowing lights.

  As a cultivator of the Refining Truth Realm, with his true energy released, he originally possessed a low-grade spiritual sword. Under the infusion of his true energy, it was icy and menacing, making one's scalp feel numb.

  The momentum displayed has already been fully utilized at dawn, although it is not overwhelming, but Li Kunfeng's foundation is strong and solid, and his rich combat experience makes his vision even more venomous.

  Even if Li Chen exerted his strongest gale fist, he couldn't gain the upper hand in the opponent's sword light. In just over a dozen breaths, the storm-like fist shadows were all annihilated.

  "Spirit Needle Strike!"

  Li Kunfeng instantly found a weakness and, without hesitation, launched his ultimate move. The spiritual sword in his hand was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, fiercely stabbing towards the chest of Li Chen, who had left himself open.

  "Not good"

  Li Chen's pupils constricted to the size of a needle tip, his chest was pierced by a strong gust of wind that made him shiver, and before he could think twice, his right hand directly grabbed the treasure sword, relying solely on the intact Spiritual Stage glove on his hand.

  Hmph!

  Mars splashed, under the gaze of everyone's astonishment, Li Chen actually grasped the sword blade, but a thread of blood overflowed from his mouth, and an icy blue spread across his palm.

  "Kill him!"

  Li Kunfeng's expression changed slightly, and his killing intent towards Li Chen surged in his heart. The other party was only a teenager of ten or so years old, yet he had such strength. A person like this would grow up to be a great threat to the Li family.

  If he hadn't broken through to the middle of the Refining Realm, he probably wouldn't have been able to take it down. Especially when their palms and fists intersected earlier, that sharp and unmatched aura made his own palm ache with a stinging sensation, which left him shaken.

  But what truly solidified Li Kunfeng's resolve to kill was the overwhelming pressure that momentarily slowed him down when Lí Chén unleashed his violent fist.

  "Kill!"

  Zhong Hu Wei heard this and without hesitation raised his sword and slashed down towards Li Chen's back.

  At this moment, Li Chen and Li Kunfeng are locked in a standoff, unable to extricate themselves. After all, it's his youth and inexperience that has landed him in another life-or-death crisis.