Master Prepares Your Funeral

If Zhao Bing were to sever another arm, coupled with his inability to wield a sword,

his strength would undoubtedly plummet drastically.

"Did this disciple choose today to be his death anniversary?"

"Hurry, hurry, give me Zhao Bing's number."

This time, Chen Feng used his own phone to make the call.

He was afraid that Liu Weiwei's phone, like last time, would have no signal at the critical moment.

But it was all too late.

Just as Chen Feng finished dialing the number,

he saw in the live broadcast feed.

Zhao Bing revealing a look of utter disdain, tossing the Chixiao Sword into the air.

Then extending his final remaining left arm.

At this moment, everyone forgot to breathe.

Even the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan.

couldn't help but fix their eyes unblinkingly on the Chixiao Sword spinning as it fell.

No one dared to blink, the entire arena was deathly silent.

Afraid of missing this unforgettable, once-in-a-lifetime scene.

The dark red Chixiao Sword, its sharp edge gleaming coldly.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, swept past Zhao Bing's shoulder.

His last left arm fell with a thud.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out.

The sharp Chixiao Sword clattered onto the steel fighting stage.

At this moment.

Everyone worldwide watching the match was shocked.

"A sword prodigy, severing both his own arms, he's truly gone mad."

"How can he fight anyone now?"

"Even though he's lost both arms, why does he still feel so terrifying?"

"This man is too insane, but you have to admit, it's really cool. No wonder he's so formidable."

...

At this moment, Gu Changqing in the stands frowned and said:

"Ruohan, even though he's lost both arms, I still feel he's very dangerous."

"You're pregnant now, you absolutely must not fight him."

Xiao Ruohan gave a charming smile:

"Of course I won't fight him."

Gu Changqing was taken aback.

Although he didn't want his wife to face Zhao Bing, worried Xiao Ruohan might get hurt,

Xiao Ruohan had promised Zhao Bing in front of the whole world that she would accept the fight if he severed his arm.

Now that madman had really cut off his last arm.

To go back on her word now would likely make her a laughingstock in the eyes of the world.

But then Xiao Ruohan said:

"Someone wants to kill your wife, so of course you should fight in my place."

Gu Changqing was startled.

He said incredulously:

"Me?"

Xiao Ruohan nodded.

With a somewhat puzzled tone, she said:

"You're also at the Martial Venerable level. Killing a severely injured early-stage Martial Venerable shouldn't be a problem for you."

Gu Changqing looked at Zhao Bing on the stage, who seemed like a vengeful ghost.

His heart fluttered a bit as he said:

"I have a feeling this guy is a bit... off."

Right then.

Zhao Bing shouted from the stage:

"Traitor Xiao Ruohan!"

"Come up and meet your death!"

Xiao Ruohan stood up and said with a smile:

"I'm terribly sorry, but I'm currently pregnant and not in a condition to fight!"

Her words immediately drew a wave of boos from the entire arena.

Then she continued:

"But my husband will fight in my stead."

As she spoke, she didn't forget to link arms with Gu Changqing,

clearly indicating his identity.

At this moment, all eyes focused on Gu Changqing.

Even the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan were watching Gu Changqing.

This top genius of the Ancient Clan.

Not yet forty years old, he had already reached the Martial Venerable level.

Even his cultivation techniques and martial skills had been mastered to the pinnacle.

He was almost certain to become a Martial Saint in the future.

The only thing the Ancient Clan elders were dissatisfied with was that a genius like Gu Changqing had married an outsider.

And this outsider woman was once Chen Feng's disciple.

Zhao Bing frowned, looking at Xiao Ruohan, then sizing up Gu Changqing.

He knew killing Xiao Ruohan today was impossible.

But perhaps he could make her a widow.

That would at least be collecting some interest.

Zhao Bing stared deathly at Gu Changqing and said coldly:

"What are you waiting for!"

Now the pressure was on Gu Changqing.

He had no choice but to stand up and walk towards the stage.

Soon, someone from the Ancient Clan shouted to Gu Changqing:

"Brother Changqing, kill him, avenge our clansmen."

"This guy is done for. Changqing is also a Martial Venerable; killing a severely injured early-stage Martial Venerable should be a piece of cake."

"Changqing cultivates the Tripartite Unity Qi. Even against a sword technique that has reached Harmony of Man and Heaven, he should be able to handle it easily."

...

When others learned that Gu Changqing was also a Martial Venerable, they couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Zhao Bing was severely injured, had lost both arms, and had already fought several battles in a row.

With almost no rest.

Now he had to face an opponent at the same level who was completely unharmed.

One could only say.

He's in grave danger!

Immortal City.

Seeing that Zhao Bing had lost both arms,

Chen Feng could only put down his phone in furious frustration.

It was no use, even if he called.

Zhao Bing had no hands to answer the phone.

"No hands left, how is he supposed to fight now?"

"Fight with his mouth?"

Chen Feng cursed, exasperated at his disciple's stubbornness.

Then he stood up and walked straight towards the door.

Liu Weiwei looked at Chen Feng's back and couldn't help calling out:

"Master, you..."

Chen Feng waved his hand, not looking back, and said:

"I'm going to collect your junior brother's body."

Liu Weiwei hurriedly said:

"But junior brother is in Sacred City!"

Chen Feng's eyes were resolute as he stepped out the door.

"No matter where he is, I, as his master, must go."

Then a loud explosion was heard from the entrance.

Chen Feng, moving at extreme speed, directly shattered the building's glass.

With him fully utilizing the Heavenly Cripple Kick fused with the Lingbo Microsteps, his speed almost reached twice the speed of sound.

The oncoming air felt almost solid.

To increase his speed further, Chen Feng used sword energy to forcibly cleave through the air in front of him.

Pushing his speed to another level.

His entire person shot through the sky like a meteor, heading towards Sacred City.

Chen Feng was acutely aware of how dangerous Sacred City was for him.

But he couldn't just stand by and watch his disciple die there.

Even if he couldn't save Zhao Bing.

He had to bring his disciple's body back.

Anxiously rushing towards Sacred City, Chen Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Including his daughter Shuangshuang, he had taken nine disciples in total.

Two of them were traitors, and one of those was already dead.

Su Yan, that fiend from the Devouring Heaven Club, had even become his wife.

Then there was the man-eating half-beast Yin Hu, where you couldn't really speak of deep master-disciple affection either.

The disciples he felt closest to were Jin Youxi, Liu Weiwei, Gu Qianqian, and Zhao Bing.

Now Zhao Bing was cleaning up the sect for him, his master, and was about to lose his life in Sacred City.

As his master, he naturally couldn't remain indifferent.

However, Chen Feng certainly wasn't going to throw his life away for nothing.

On his side, he at least had two Ancient Clan hostages as bargaining chips.

If the Ancient Clan didn't care about their clansmen's lives and still wanted to kill him,

then there was nothing to be done.

He could only try to take a few down with him.

Of course, if he could capture a few Ancient Clan members on-site as hostages, that would be even better.

With his current strength, facing a Martial Saint shouldn't be a problem.

The biggest trouble was that the Ancient Clan simply had too many Martial Saints.

No matter what, no matter how dangerous this attempt to snatch food from the tiger's mouth was,

Chen Feng would not back down.

In just over ten minutes, the hero of Great Xia would once again appear before the eyes of the world.