Ling Feng killed the top-ranked Grandmaster with one strike.
Nearby, the disciples of Tianwu Sect who had come to cheer for Zhang Tianming were dumbfounded. They turned and left without looking back.
The top of the Grandmaster list was slapped to death.
What kind of power was this?
What kind of monster was Ling Feng?
A young genius of the Heavenly Ranking actually exists?
The crowd couldn't believe it, but the scene before them forced them to accept it. They knew that from now on, a new era was beginning in the Zhou Dynasty.
A terrifying genius had emerged!
On the other side.
After slaying Zhang Tianming with one palm, the system's notification sounded.
[Congratulations to the host for killing the top Grandmaster, displaying power, and causing others to flee in fear. You are now one step closer to becoming the Supreme God King.]
[The host is rewarded with 100 Muscle-Cleansing and Marrow-Washing Pills!]
Muscle-Cleansing and Marrow-Washing Pills…
They sounded promising.
"What do these pills do?" Ling Feng asked.
[As the name suggests, these pills can cleanse muscles and wash marrow, improving a martial artist's potential. Just one pill can turn a wastrel into a genius. In the Zhou Dynasty, you can hardly find more than a few of these pills.]
"There are hardly a few of these pills in the Zhou Dynasty... and you just gave me 100 at once?" Ling Feng blinked.
[Host, you are the future Supreme God King. What's a mere 100 pills? Take them. If it's not enough, I'll give you more!]
Ling Feng couldn't help but marvel at how generous the system was.
With a satisfied grin, he pocketed the pills and then picked up the Tiger Slaying Sword lying nearby. The sword looked decent.
Too bad he already had the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword.
This one didn't mean much to him.
"Does anyone want this sword?" Ling Feng asked, looking curiously at Gu Linglong and the others.
The group stared eagerly at the Tiger Slaying Sword.
It was the 13th ranked sword in the Famous Swords List!
Who wouldn't want it?
But with so many people, clearly one sword wasn't enough to go around.
They exchanged glances, too embarrassed to speak up.
Ling Feng was in a dilemma, unsure of who to give it to.
"Junior Brother, you should hold on to it for now. We'll decide after returning to the sect," Leng Ningshuang suggested.
Ling Feng nodded, "Alright, we'll talk about it later."
After storing the sword, they continued heading towards the next resource point of the Xuan Shen Sect.
Under Ling Feng's leadership, the Xuan Shen Sect was no match, retreating step by step, losing several key resource points to him.
Their actions naturally attracted the attention of other factions.
After all, the Xuan Shen Sect was a juicy target, and many had their eyes on it.
The other three top sects—Huangji Palace, Tianwu Sect, and Dielong Hall—were not about to sit by and let Ling Feng take all the resources.
But soon, a piece of shocking news spread.
Zhang Tianming was dead.
The top Grandmaster, Zhang Tianming, had been killed by Ling Feng.
When people first heard the news, their initial reaction was disbelief.
How could that be?
Zhang Tianming was the strongest below the Heavenly Ranking.
How could Ling Feng possibly have killed him?
But as the rumor spread, even disciples from Tianwu Sect came forward as witnesses.
People slowly accepted the fact and began to dread Ling Feng, some even feeling fear.
The leaders of the three top sects were especially alarmed.
"This Ling Feng is too terrifying. With him, Baiyun Sect could become a top sect in a few years, maybe even surpass us!"
"It's not just him! Baiyun Sect also has Liu Rusi. We thought he had fallen from grace, but he turned out to be terrifying too, killing the ancestor of the Xuan Shen Sect with one strike. With these two, Baiyun Sect is on the rise!"
"Are we really just going to sit back and let them surpass us?"
The leaders of the three sects sighed in frustration.
But there was nothing they could do.
Their only option was to join forces to seize Xuan Shen Sect's resources.
On that day, several forces gathered outside the gates of the Xuan Shen Sect.
They had one goal: to annihilate the Xuan Shen Sect completely and plunder its treasures!
Inside the gates, the elders of the Xuan Shen Sect were filled with despair.
The Xuan Shen Sect…
Once a top-tier sect, now reduced to this state.
"When the wall falls, everyone pushes!"
"These people are despicable! Let's fight them to the end!!" shouted a Martial King elder from the Xuan Shen Sect.
The others had similarly ruthless expressions.
The battle erupted.
The elders and disciples of the Xuan Shen Sect clashed with the forces led by the three top sects, shaking the surrounding mountains for miles.
"Hmph, they're just struggling in vain."
"Indeed. Do they think they can still turn the tide? Dream on!"
The golden haired man let out a cold laugh.
He was shrouded in a faint golden light, and behind him loomed the image of a roaring, powerful lion. This man was none other than the palace master of Huangji Palace!
Ranked tenth on the Heavenly Ranking, he was known as the Golden Lion!
With each swing of his fists, his true energy was fierce and unstoppable, making it hard for anyone to defend against him.
In just a few punches, a Xuan Shen Sect elder was struck dead.
Not far away, there was also a swordsman.
Dressed in white, his sword aura was majestic, exuding an unparalleled charm.
With one slash, the sword light split, multiplying from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred!
Wherever the light went, Xuan Shen Sect disciples fell as mere souls claimed by the sword!
This man was ranked eighth on the Heavenly Ranking, the sect master of Tianwu Sect.
There was also the palace master of Dielong Hall, an old man dressed in black robes holding a cane. He appeared unremarkable, but when his cane struck the ground, sand flew up, transforming into ferocious earth dragons that roared out and tore martial artists apart.
Ranked seventh on the Heavenly Ranking, the palace master of Dielong Hall!
These three Heavenly Ranked powerhouses were the leaders of the allied forces.
In fact, they could be considered the pinnacle of power within the entire Zhou Dynasty.
Under their assault, the Xuan Shen Sect had no means of resistance. The sect quickly crumbled, its gates shattered, with countless deaths and injuries.
By the time Ling Feng and his group arrived, the scene had already turned into a sea of corpses and rivers of blood.
Gu Linglong swallowed nervously at the sight. "I thought we were ruthless, but it seems the three major sects are even more brutal. It looks like they're not just here to take the treasures—they're planning to wipe out the Xuan Shen Sect completely!"
"Tsk tsk, to think that the Xuan Shen Sect was once a top-tier sect. It's really tragic to see them meet such an end."
"Hmph, what's so tragic about it? If it weren't for Ling Feng and Elder Liu Rusi, Baiyun Sect would have been destroyed by the Xuan Shen Sect long ago."
"Exactly, it's just karma coming full circle."
None of them showed sympathy for the Xuan Shen Sect.
The law of the jungle had always been the way of the world. Without Liu Rusi and Ling Feng, Baiyun Sect's fate would have been no different from the Xuan Shen Sect's.
"Junior Brother, should we join the battle?" Gu Linglong asked Ling Feng.
Ling Feng glanced at the battlefield. The defeat of the Xuan Shen Sect was already certain.
Whether they joined or not, the result would be the same.
Rather than fighting, they might as well…
A glint of cunning flashed in Ling Feng's eyes as he looked towards the depths of the Xuan Shen Sect. "We won't join the battle. While they're still fighting, let's head to the Treasure Pavilion."
Upon hearing this, the others' eyes lit up.
"Good idea. That's what you call 'when the snipe and clam fight, the fisherman profits!'"
"As expected of Junior Brother. Let's go."