Thirty-Seven Kills

Hundreds of streaks of light rushed into the Four Symbols Gorge.

Their speed was incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Feng charged to the White Tiger Abyss.

Then, without hesitation, he stepped into the forbidden ground, entering the 500-meter radius of the White Tiger Abyss.

A powerful devouring and pulling force immediately struck him.

The system in his mind also began to frantically send alerts.

Warning: Modifying system vitality values using any means is strictly prohibited!

The moment he stepped into the White Tiger Abyss, Chen Feng's forward-charging body suddenly felt light.

It was like jumping off a building, completely unobstructed, sparing him the effort of running away.

However, Chen Feng had no desire to fall into the White Tiger Abyss and spend another nine years climbing out.

He tried his hardest to control his speed, pushing his Heavenly Defect Kick and Micro-Steps of Lingbo to their absolute limits.

The overloaded circulation of his Dragon Elephant Wisdom Technique caused the veins all over his body to bulge.

Only then did he barely manage to stabilize his body.

He kept his speed from getting too fast so he wouldn't fall directly into the abyss, trying to maintain a speed similar to before.

This created the illusion that he was still fleeing rapidly.

He only had one purpose for doing this.

He wanted to set a trap for the Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan.

At this moment, the Ancient Clan's Martial Saints saw that Chen Feng was completely surrounded.

They felt the chance for revenge was right before their eyes.

They couldn't wait to see the expression on Chen Feng's face when he was driven into a corner.

However, the next moment.

Dozens of miserable screams rang out.

"Ah!"

"How..."

"Save..."

...

More than thirty people couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

The Ancient Clan Martial Saints who were in pursuit all looked in horror at the thirty-plus people at the very front.

They saw their vitality rapidly decaying, and their Martial Saint aura vanished almost instantly.

Their bodies uncontrollably fell to the ground, rolling rapidly down the slope toward the White Tiger Abyss.

One of the nearby Martial Saints immediately reached out to grab the clansman in front of him.

The moment his hand entered the 500-meter radius of the White Tiger Abyss, all the vitality in his body was instantly stripped away.

"Ah!" He only had time to let out a terrified scream.

Having been reduced to an ordinary person, he was sucked directly into the White Tiger Abyss.

At this moment, all the Ancient Clan Martial Saints felt their scalps go numb.

All the Martial Saints in the rear forcibly stopped their bodies.

They didn't dare to take another step forward.

Cold sweat dripped from their temples, soaking their backs.

A total of thirty-seven Ancient Clan Martial Saints with the best lightfoot skills were swallowed by the White Tiger Abyss in the blink of an eye.

The remaining people at the front slowly shifted their eyes to look at the ground beneath them.

That barren land within the 500-meter radius of the White Tiger Abyss.

If they had gone just one inch further, they would have ended up exactly like those thirty-seven people.

In just an instant, Chen Feng stood before the White Tiger Abyss; one more step and it would be a bottomless chasm.

Chen Feng used all his strength to stop his momentum.

He dropped to all fours, pushing his martial arts techniques to the absolute limit.

His hands and feet continuously dug into the crevices of the rocks to offset his forward momentum.

But in an instant, the rocks crumbled.

Chen Feng's body fell into the White Tiger Abyss.

He hurriedly and forcefully plunged his arms into the stone wall again.

The sharp sword energy allowed him to bury his entire arms into the cliff face.

The moment the rocks shattered, he continued to dig deeper.

It wasn't until he had fallen a hundred meters that Chen Feng barely managed to stop his descent.

"Damn! That scared the hell out of me!"

He looked down at the bottomless abyss.

Feeling his wildly beating heart, he slowly caught his breath.

Those thirty-seven Martial Saints he had led astray were already nowhere to be seen.

However, for ordinary people who had lost their vitality and cultivation to fall from such a height, the result was easily imaginable.

They would definitely be roasted medium-well by the friction-induced flames before even hitting the bottom.

But there was a piece of good news.

At the bottom of the White Tiger Abyss today, there was no longer a monster waiting with an open mouth for them to fall in.

At the very least, they would leave some bones behind.

On the edge of the White Tiger Abyss.

The Ancient Clan Martial Saints closest to it slowly backed away.

They retreated several steps.

Only then did they collapse limply onto the ground.

These people were still in shock.

For many of them, this was the closest they had been to death since practicing the Everlasting Spring Technique.

Everyone had wanted to force Chen Feng to his death.

Everyone believed that Chen Feng would definitely stop in front of the White Tiger Abyss and then be surrounded by them.

In the end, that damn brat actually charged straight into the abyss.

And they had subconsciously chased after him without letting up.

By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Thirty-seven Ancient Clan Martial Saints were just gone.

This was absolutely the greatest loss the Ancient Clan had suffered since leaving the Kunlun Mountains.

"Ah! Chen Feng, you damn bastard!"

"I will definitely slaughter all your disciples!"

"I will sever all your legacies!"

An Ancient Clan Martial Saint roared in anger.

Yet, he could only vent his incompetent rage at the empty White Tiger Abyss.

Hearing this, the other Martial Saints silently lowered their heads.

"Sigh! To think we were played for fools by a mere Martial Venerable."

"This boy is too cunning. The Ancient Clan has fallen into his hands time and time again."

"Sigh! Let's report this to Gu Yang first!"

...

By now, they hated Chen Feng to the core.

The Ancient Clan had stumbled at the hands of this man too many times.

Ever since they encountered Chen Feng, nothing had gone their way.

The first time they met Chen Feng, he suppressed the entire clan on the spot.

He beat everyone until they had no power to fight back.

Later, he tried to stop the flood dragon from transforming into a true dragon, ruining the Ancient Clan's grand plan.

He even killed Zhang Bowen and the old clan leader on the spot.

He also corrupted their clanswoman Gu Qianqian, leading her to publicly betray the clan and kill her own younger brother and female cousin.

Today, Chen Feng's disciple, Zhao Bing, killed several elites of the Ancient Clan's younger generation in a row.

Then he triggered a chaotic battle, resulting in the deaths of dozens of young clansmen.

Finally, this Chen Feng, who had been missing for over nine years, suddenly popped up.

Not only did he slap the Ancient Clan in the face, but he also tricked and killed thirty-seven of their Martial Saints with the best lightfoot skills.

It could be said that the fastest runners in the Ancient Clan were all wiped out at once.

Calculating carefully, the Ancient Clan had already lost nearly a hundred clansmen at Chen Feng's hands.

For the Ancient Clan, whose numbers were already small, this was extremely hard to accept.

Inside the White Tiger Abyss.

Chen Feng began to slowly climb upward.

However, he was in no rush to poke his head out.

If the Ancient Clan Martial Saints saw that he wasn't dead and left people here to guard him, it would be troublesome.

Finding an energy-saving foothold, Chen Feng finally relaxed and took a good breath.

Then he quietly listened to the movements above.

He planned to sneak out only after the Ancient Clan people had all left.

At this moment, the Ancient Clan Martial Saints were also guarding the edge of the White Tiger Abyss.

They just stared at the desolate, pure rock slope in a daze.

They looked very lost.

They couldn't figure out why the Ancient Clan was in such a wretched state right now.

Holy Capital.

Gu Yang was checking the wounded and tallying the casualties of the clansmen from this incident.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Seeing it was from Gu Chen, he picked it up and asked:

"Is Chen Feng dead?"

On the other end of the phone, Gu Chen sighed.

Gu Yang couldn't help but frown.

He thought they had let Chen Feng escape.

Who knew that he would receive an uncertain reply from Gu Chen.

"This time, probably... he should be dead."