I, the Chaotic Being, began my path to enlightenment in a brothel!

"Ahem!"

Chu Tiange knelt on one knee, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with horror as he looked to the side.

Not far away, the giant python lay motionless in a pool of blood, its scales scattered all over the ground, its head smashed to pieces.

The top geniuses of the five sects, along with dozens of other prodigies, all suffered defeats at the hands of Lin Feng.

This outcome was something he had never expected.

"Impossible... He's only at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, how could his combat power be so heaven-defying?"

Cheng Xu was distraught and muttered to himself.

In his view, this trip to the secret realm was originally a contest between the top geniuses of the six sects, just to determine the strongest one.

Who could have predicted that Lin Feng would suddenly appear and sweep away all the prodigies?

Not only him, but the other geniuses also felt a chill run through their bodies, their hearts sinking into an abyss.

Only Song Yuwei was overjoyed. She excitedly walked up to Lin Feng, her eyes alluring, her body supple and boneless, and pressed herself directly against him.

She said in a coquettish voice, "Junior brother, you're so valiant, could it be that you've been lusting after me for a while?"

Lin Feng remained calm and said, "Should I call you Ziyun, or Miss Song?"

Song Yuwei's expression changed slightly, but she forced a smile and said, "I'll explain it to you in detail after we get out."

"Okay, I'll wait for your explanation."

Lin Feng nodded, stepped forward, and intended to completely eliminate Hong Qianfeng and the others.

"Whoosh!"

Just then, a wind blade suddenly shot out from the side.

The wind blade was extremely sharp, sweeping across the sky and leaving a long white line as it slashed straight at Lin Feng!

Lin Feng reacted extremely quickly, dodging the wind blades with a swift movement; otherwise, he would have been cut by them.

"Huh? Your reaction was quick!"

A slightly surprised voice then rang out.

"Rhythm!"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

Everyone turned to look and, sure enough, saw Feng Lu emerge from a side hall.

He did not participate in the battle just now, and his aura is still at its peak.

"Brother Lin, you have truly impressed me."

Despite the failed sneak attack, Feng Lu showed no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, he smiled and nodded at Lin Feng.

"Be careful! This guy is definitely not a good person!" Song Yuwei's pretty face turned cold as she whispered a warning.

Lin Feng stared coldly at Feng Lu and asked in a deep voice, "What? You also want to fight me?"

Feng Lu's lips curled slightly, and wind blades quietly materialized in his hand, their sharpness even surpassing that of sword energy.

"Lin Feng, don't think that just because you defeated Chu Tiange and the others, you can act so arrogantly in front of me. Who gave you the courage?"

Feng Lu's expression changed, and a chilling killing intent emanated from him, sweeping across all directions.

Around him, hundreds of wind blades manifested simultaneously, crisscrossing the void like sharp flying swords, their aura terrifying!

"The wind-based martial arts of the Wind Law Cultivator are extremely sharp, even more so than sword energy."

Song Yuwei spoke up again, her tone full of seriousness.

"Really? I refuse to believe it!"

Lin Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed the longsword from Song Yuwei's hand, saying, "Lend me your sword!"

"You also know swordsmanship?"

Song Yuwei stared in disbelief, her face filled with disbelief.

Lin Feng did not respond. He leaped forward with his sword, like a gust of wind, and instantly arrived in front of Feng Lu.

His entire demeanor underwent a sudden transformation. If he was a fierce and brave warrior before, he was now an unparalleled swordsman, with an ethereal figure and extraordinary bearing.

"Well done!"

Feng Lu laughed loudly, and suddenly unleashed a wind blade straight at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng then concentrated all his spiritual energy into the sword and unleashed a slash.

"when!"

The wind blade was struck in mid-air and instantly exploded, vanishing into nothingness.

Lin Feng twirled his longsword, moving with it as he transformed into a streak of sword light, chasing after Feng Lu.

Before anyone else could arrive, he had already unleashed eighteen consecutive sword strikes, the sword light stretching endlessly, completely blocking all of Feng Lu's escape routes.

"Such swordsmanship..."

Song Yuwei watched with rapt attention, feeling that Lin Feng's attacks were fluid and his sword light was sharp and refined, even surpassing her swordsmanship by three points.

This is something no novice could achieve; only a sword genius who is single-mindedly dedicated to practicing swordsmanship can reach such a level.

But Lin Feng... didn't he join the Hundred Refinements Sect, which is famous for its body tempering techniques?

She suddenly felt that this man was like a mystery, possessing a certain magic that made people want to get closer and explore him.

Upon seeing this, Feng Lu's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting Lin Feng's swordsmanship to be so exquisite.

He quickly formed hand seals, and wind blades rapidly condensed, transforming into a wind wheel in mid-air, carrying terrifying strangling power as it shot forward.

Each sword beam that touched the wind wheel shattered like glass.

If it were an ordinary sword cultivator, facing this incomparably sharp wind wheel, they would probably have been at a loss and trapped in a desperate situation.

But with his sword in hand, Lin Feng could thrust, slice, swing, and slash in mid-air with fluid and unpredictable moves.

Finally, he unleashed a hundred sword lights that merged into one, transforming into a massive sword aura that slashed directly at the wind wheel.

"when!"

A crisp, metallic clang rang out.

This clash between the two was like a peak battle between a peerless swordsman and a top-notch knife master. The immense energy swept in all directions, causing everyone's clothes to flutter.

The next moment, Lin Feng and Feng Lu simultaneously sank their feet, forcefully breaking through the floorboards and leaving deep footprints.

Feng Lu staggered back several steps, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

Is Lin Feng a body cultivator or a sword cultivator?

Why is it that his physical body can withstand a desolate-grade spiritual weapon, and his swordsmanship is even more exquisite, surpassing Song Yuwei by three points?

How can one person have such profound expertise in two completely different fields?

His suspicions were not unfounded.

Human energy is ultimately limited. Sword techniques and body tempering methods are both profound and require a great deal of mental effort to hone, day after day, before one can achieve even a small degree of success.

A look of surprise appeared on Lin Feng's face.

He looked down at the longsword in his hand and saw that the blade had been chipped with tiny nicks.

This is a top-grade Heaven-rank spiritual weapon; one can imagine how terrifyingly sharp the wind wheel is.

Lin Feng looked up at Song Yuwei, his gaze questioning.

Song Yuwei looked dejected and said softly, "My father would never bestow upon me a desolate-grade spiritual weapon; I can only rely on myself to earn it."

"Understood!"

Lin Feng nodded and said in a deep voice, "If you break this sword, I will replace it for you."

Song Yuwei quickly waved her hand, her tone urgent: "No need, no need, if you... if you could give me a small piece of Void Stone, that would be enough."

"it is good."

Lin Feng said no more and suddenly unleashed a sword strike.

This time, the swordsmanship was not as sharp and chaotic as before, but instead carried a free and unrestrained charm, as if a peerless swordsman was demonstrating his skills in public.

Flowing Cloud Sword Technique.

This is a sword technique recorded in the "Myriad Phenomena Sword Scripture". It is known for its graceful and agile movements, but its destructive power is extremely impressive. It attacks like water, layer upon layer.

Upon seeing this, Feng Lu's expression became extremely solemn. His hands moved rapidly, and wind blades quickly condensed, transforming into a huge wind ring.

The wind ring, carrying a sense of perfection, tightly encircled his entire body, providing impenetrable protection.

Having reached the level of Feng Lu, one can easily master all kinds of martial arts techniques and switch between offense and defense at will.

"when!"

The longsword clashed with the wind ring, producing a crisp metallic clang.

The sword strikes were relentless, forcing Feng Lu to retreat repeatedly, but the longsword in Lin Feng's hand trembled violently, as if it would break at any moment.

"Great, let's do it again!"

Seeing the opportunity, Lin Feng was overjoyed. The sword technique in his hand suddenly changed, from continuous and unrestrained to extremely powerful and fierce. With a single slash, it seemed to have the power to split mountains and cleave peaks.

If his cultivation level were a few points higher, he might even have cleaved space itself in two with this sword.

"not good!"

Feng Lu's pupils suddenly contracted, his expression changed drastically, as if facing a formidable enemy!