Chapter Sixty-Nine: Silver Escape, Counterattack

In the next instant—

Just as Qin Feng’s fist was about to land squarely on his opponent’s chest, the pendant hanging from the man’s neck—a teardrop-shaped ornament—suddenly flashed with a white light. In that moment, a thick, mysterious, milky-white translucent barrier enveloped the man in the black cloak.

With a thunderous crash, the massive force of the punch exploded upon the barrier. Qin Feng’s entire fist sank into the milky-white shield, but strangely, although the barrier dented deeply under the impact, it did not shatter.

His fist pressed relentlessly forward! The immense spiraling force shredded the cloaked man’s hat and the upper half of his garments to tatters, yet at the final moment, the milky-white barrier stubbornly withstood Qin Feng’s onslaught, halting his fist just an inch from the man’s nose.

Had it not been for the protective shield, this punch would surely have shattered the man’s skull.

The two of them remained locked in place, staring intently at each other.

Beneath the black cloak was a man Qin Feng had never seen before. He appeared to be about the same age as Qin Feng, but possessed a face even more handsome than Ye Wuyin’s. Most striking were his sharp silver brows, which lent his youthful features an otherworldly, almost demonic beauty, devoid of any masculine strength. At this moment, his face was deathly pale, and his eyes were filled with terror.

Qin Feng was stunned, surprised that his opponent had a hidden treasure capable of blocking his most powerful blow.

The young man with the silver brows, on the other hand, was struck dumb with fright. He had even lost control of his bladder, the stench of urine rising from his body. Disheveled, shirtless, and in such a sorry state—this was humiliation he had never suffered before. How had he provoked such a monstrous foe? In that fleeting moment, it felt as if he had danced three times on the edge of death.

A sense of unprecedented shame filled his heart. In that instant, the urge to slaughter Qin Feng seized him, and his counterattack began.

A white phantom, wielding a crackling sword of lightning, shot out from the young man’s brow, aiming straight for Qin Feng’s own brow.

“Soul-Summoned Sword!”

Qin Feng’s eyes narrowed.

He hadn’t expected this youth to be a sword cultivator—and to unleash his killing move at such close range.

This attack was ruthless, swift, and deadly.

Clearly, the silver-browed youth was gambling everything on a single, lethal strike. The Soul-Summoned Sword was far faster than any ordinary flying sword—its speed surpassed the latter tenfold, designed to catch the enemy off guard.

There was no time to react.

Qin Feng’s expression hardened. Without hesitation, a double-headed black serpent burst from his forehead and swallowed the lightning sword in a single gulp.

The young man let out an agonized scream, clutching his head—his soul had been wounded by the serpent’s attack.

But the sword was no ordinary weapon. Within the serpent’s body, it struggled violently before finally being spat out again. Even so, the sword’s soul had been gravely damaged. The sword returned to the young man’s brow, merging back into his body.

His face had turned as white as paper, clearly suffering from the injury to his soul.

At that moment, a fine crack appeared on the transparent teardrop of his necklace.

The faint sound of the fracture jolted the young man back to his senses. Glancing down at his broken necklace, he was overcome with terror. No longer caring about the humiliating state of his soaked trousers, he hastily slapped his storage pouch and produced a strange, shimmering silver talisman. As he ignited it, his entire body was enveloped in silver light—and in the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight.

“Damn! This mysterious brat came armed to the teeth—he even had a Silver Escape Talisman!”

Qin Feng could hardly believe his eyes.

The Silver Escape Talisman was a priceless treasure for making a getaway, a weapon coveted by all. Even experts at the Earthly Fiend stage might never obtain such a thing—yet this youth had used one right before him, as if it were nothing!

If he’d known, he would have sent the double-headed black serpent first and devoured him whole—all those treasures could have been his.

Clearly, this man was not from Luoyang Town, and his background was far from ordinary. Judging by his armaments alone, he was no commoner. Especially that crackling sword—Qin Feng was sure it was a profound-grade treasure.

Moreover, the young man had been careless. If he had revealed his sword-immortal identity at the outset and used the Thunder Sword, Qin Feng might have won, but he would not have gained such an advantage.

Yet Qin Feng was unconcerned. His opponent had acted in secrecy—obviously, he did not wish his true identity to be discovered. If today’s events were made public, the youth would surely be in trouble.

Most importantly, his soul was wounded. Even if he survived, it would be a long time before he could make trouble again.

Qin Feng bent down and picked up a packet left behind where the youth had been standing.

Opening the paper packet, he brought it to his nose and sniffed. His brow furrowed immediately.

“Five-Colored Aphrodisiac Powder!”

Damn it. This kind of aphrodisiac isn’t a poison at all—profound energy can’t dispel it. There’s only one way to counter its effects: with a man and a woman…

Returning to where he’d left them, he found the three ice statues still standing. The three people within gazed at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy.

And Huo Siyan…

At this moment, the drug’s effects were about to explode. Her whole body was burning, and as the heat overwhelmed her, she began tearing at her clothes on the ground.

Qin Feng shook his head.

To save her, he would have to deal with the other three first.

With a wave of his hand, one ice statue melted away, dissolving into a wisp of bone-white flame, which Qin Feng absorbed into his body. The newly freed Ye Wuyin trembled uncontrollably in terror. As soon as he regained his freedom, he fell to his knees before Qin Feng with a thud.

“Qin Feng… Brother, I, Ye Wuyin, was blind. Please spare my life!”

If Ye Wuyin didn’t realize Qin Feng’s true strength by now, he would have to be a fool.

“Spare you? That… is impossible.”

With that, Qin Feng summoned his bloodline spirit, which opened its jaws wide and swallowed Ye Wuyin whole. Moments later, Ye Wuyin was reduced to a shriveled corpse, spat out by the great serpent.

With a flick of his wrist, Qin Feng summoned a ball of flame and incinerated the corpse, erasing all traces.

He then repeated the process, dealing with the other two masters at the Human Fiend Realm.

After collecting all three storage bags, he took some time to go through their contents. There wasn’t much—by far the most valuable item was the large piece of black cloth.

When Qin Feng finally turned back to Huo Siyan, the scene before him left him utterly stunned.

Huo Siyan, completely naked, threw herself at him!

Caught off guard, Qin Feng was bowled over by the feverish, burning body.

Just as he opened his mouth to call out, a pair of beautiful white arms, soft as boneless white snakes, wrapped around his neck. Then a pair of burning lips pressed against his.

“Damn, how embarrassing!”

Qin Feng had just enough time to raise a middle finger to himself in his mind.