Chen Feng saw that the Northern Darkness Divine Technique had failed.
Without hesitation, he aimed a low kick at his opponent’s groin.
Heavenly Crippled Kick!
Zhang Bowen sneered,
"You’ve got a dirty move, kid."
He raised his leg to block while simultaneously using the Qiankun Great Shift to redirect the force of the kick into his palm.
The impact sent Chen Feng reeling backward.
In effect, Chen Feng had just taken his own kick—right to his palm.
His entire right hand trembled from the pain.
Fortunately, the redirected force had weakened somewhat, or else the blow would have left him severely injured.
Even so,
the backlash made Chen Feng’s lips bleed, and his internal organs churned violently.
Seeing Chen Feng wounded, the young warriors from Great Xia grew tense.
He was their only lifeline.
Whether they could escape the Kunlun Mountains alive depended entirely on him.
If Chen Feng fell, they would face Zhang Bowen’s merciless slaughter.
Zhang Bowen grinned.
"How does it feel? Your own kick packs quite a punch, doesn’t it?"
Chen Feng ignored him.
His eyes flickered toward the intruders sneaking closer in the distance.
A plan formed in his mind.
He unleashed another Heavenly Crippled Kick,
combining it with sonic attacks from the Seven Extremes Zither as he maneuvered toward the intruders.
Zhang Bowen noticed Chen Feng’s intent but didn’t stop him.
He merely pursued with his sword drawn.
Once Zhang Bowen was far enough from the exit,
Chen Feng suddenly shouted,
"Now’s your chance—run!"
"Tell the outside world—the Dragon Vein is a fake!"
Only then did the young warriors snap out of their daze.
They bolted for the exit.
Zhang Bowen frowned briefly, then shrugged.
Whether the truth about the fake Dragon Vein got out didn’t matter much to him.
Once he stepped beyond Kunlun,
he had countless ways to toy with the outside world at his leisure.
Right now, he was far more interested in capturing Chen Feng and studying his martial techniques.
The remaining thousands of Great Xia warriors rushed through the narrow mountain pass,
fleeing Kunlun without looking back.
A few sentimental hotheads even paused to shout back,
"Brother, I’ll never forget you saved us!"
"If you don’t make it, I’ll burn you plenty of spirit money!"
"I’ll even send you beautiful women—just name your favorite celebrity in your dreams!"
...
Damn it!
Chen Feng nearly lost his composure.
"If you don’t want to leave, you’re welcome to stay and keep me company!"
Zhang Bowen’s Wind God Leg Technique blurred into afterimages as he launched another assault.
This time, Chen Feng struggled even more.
His injured right arm throbbed, making even standing painful.
The damage to his organs weakened his attacks.
Finally, Zhang Bowen gathered his strength and swung his sword down.
The blade’s energy severed the strings of Chen Feng’s zither.
He collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood.
Zhang Bowen glanced at the fresh gashes on his body and his broken ribs, then smirked.
"At this level, no one but me could ever hope to match you."
Among the fleeing crowd, the stragglers turned pale when they saw Chen Feng defeated.
A one-eyed youth suddenly spun around and charged at Zhang Bowen, yelling,
"I’ll hold him off! Chen Feng, run!"
Chen Feng’s eyes widened in alarm.
"Don’t—!"
But it was too late.
Zhang Bowen laughed and swung his sword in retaliation.
Omni-Decisive Strike!
A devastating wave of sword energy tore through the young man’s desperate attack.
With a single slash, he effortlessly cleaved a man in two.
The few hot-blooded youths who had been eager to fight a moment ago instantly cooled down.
Once again, they realized with painful clarity—
the gap between themselves and Zhang Bowen was far too vast.
They weren’t even a match for a single move.
"Damn it!"
Chen Feng felt a surge of emotion, but anger overwhelmed him.
A righteous and loyal young man had just died like this.
The remaining survivors didn’t hesitate any longer—
they all fled.
The invaders in the distance finally grasped the situation.
"Nice! That terrifying guy’s been taken down."
"Who’s the one with the sword?"
"Didn’t you see him just kill a Da Xia guy? Must be one of our allies."
"Probably from the Koreans or the Japs."
"Didn’t expect we’d have such a strong comrade."
...
With that, a group of them approached.
"Hey, sir! You’re amazing!"
"Hurry up and finish him off—Kunlun Mountain’s about to seal itself!"
"Never thought we’d have someone as powerful as you on our side."
"Are you with the Koreans or the Japs?"
Zhang Bowen was baffled.
Since when had he become their ally?
But that didn’t matter now.
His bloodlust was at its peak.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand toward the nearest invader.
Star-Swallowing Technique!
Before the man could react, Zhang Bowen seized his throat.
The invader couldn’t even scream—
only flail helplessly.
In the end, Zhang Bowen drained him dry, leaving a lifeless husk.
The other invaders who had been approaching froze in place.
"Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?!"
"Hey, buddy! Aren’t you our ally?"
"Damn it, did Da Xia send another monster?"
"Da Xia has a saying—‘The enemy of my enemy is my ally.’ We’re enemies with him, so we should be allies with you!"
...
Zhang Bowen chuckled.
"Once I leave Kunlun, I’ll be your ally."
"But sadly, none of you will make it out."
"Kunlun’s prosperity requires your lives as tribute."
"My future allies—are you ready to selflessly sacrifice yourselves?"
The invaders were stunned.
They couldn’t comprehend what Zhang Bowen meant.
Why would he be their ally outside Kunlun but not here?
Soon, Zhang Bowen gave them the answer.
Streaks of Six Meridian Divine Sword energy sliced through the air, instantly claiming several lives.
The invaders finally faced the truth—
this yellow-skinned runt wasn’t the ally they’d imagined.
Everyone retreated once more.
After driving off these insignificant pests, Zhang Bowen turned his attention back to Chen Feng.
"Seems I’ll have to sever your limbs this time—so you can’t run around anymore."
With that, he raised the Chixiao Sword.
Chen Feng sighed, forcing himself to stand despite his injuries.
Gritting his teeth, he channeled the last of his energy for a final, desperate struggle.
Just then—
a voice echoed in his mind.
[Congratulations! Mastery Achievement Unlocked.]
[Second Disciple, You Xi, has reached the Harmony of Heaven and Man realm in the Buddha’s Palm, awakening the Tenth Form: Nirvana of the Buddha.]
[Reward to Master: +500 HP.]
[Reward to Master: Buddha’s Palm Tenth Form—Harmony of Heaven and Man realm.]
For a brief moment, Chen Feng wondered if he was hallucinating.
You Xi had mastered the Buddha’s Palm to the Harmony of Heaven and Man realm?
And she’d even unlocked the Tenth Form?
That was one more than her own master.
The most important thing was that his vitality points had now increased by another five hundred.
Chen Feng glanced at his status panel and couldn't help but gulp, swallowing hard.
[Martial Arts Rank: Grandmaster]
[Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms, Realm: Unity of Man and Heaven]
[Buddha's Palm, Realm: Unity of Man and Heaven]
[Heavenly Cripple Kick, Realm: Unity of Man and Heaven]
[North Darkness Divine Skill, Realm: Unity of Man and Heaven]
[Seven Deadly Zither, Realm: Unity of Man and Heaven]
[Vitality Points: 1600]
Just like that, he had become a grandmaster?
A sense of déjà vu washed over Chen Feng once again.
"I feel like I'm back on top!"
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