The scarcity of Martial Skills meant that one person might consider themselves lucky to obtain a single Earth-rank skill, yet this red-haired youth had just unleashed three in succession, the highest of which was mid-tier Earth-rank—how could the elder not be utterly stunned?

"Boom..." With an explosion, a purple fire dragon slammed violently against the already cracked stone wall. The wall disintegrated into countless fragments, and Harry, positioned behind it, was sent flying back over ten meters like a broken kite, propelled by the scorching flames. Dozens of his ribs were shattered, though the wall's intercession had fortunately prevented a fatal blow.

"Stop him! Don't just stand there!" The elder finally snapped out of his shock and shouted the command.

Chen Feng finished executing the Orochi Pheasant, feeling utterly drained, as if all his strength had been sucked out. He had intended to press the attack and land another punch on Harry, but instead, dozens of magic arrows rained down upon him like icy hail.

Chen Feng retreated swiftly, dodging every arrow, and stared at the elder, asking in a cold voice, "This is a grievance between me and the Leof family. If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

The elder burst into loud laughter upon hearing this. He fixed his gaze on Chen Feng. "I, an old man, have lived for over a hundred years and seen many arrogant individuals, but you are the most presumptuous I have ever encountered!" As he spoke, he pointed at Chen Feng. "Don't think having an Earth-rank skill makes you invincible. Let me tell you, in the face of absolute power, even a Heaven-rank skill is utterly useless!"

With that, he unleashed a powerful, unparalleled fluctuation of magical energy from his body.

Chen Feng was completely surprised; this old man was actually a Level Seven Magus!

"Then allow me to witness the strength of a Level Seven Magus!" Chen Feng declared, his hands suddenly shooting upward. His entire form moved like a phantom, seemingly breaking the barriers of space and time as he appeared directly before the elder.

The elder clearly hadn't expected the youth to attack even after learning his rank, and in his haste, he managed only to cast a Level Four Magic Shield.

Chen Feng snatched both of the elder's wrists and, moving like a blur of shadows, rapidly clawed at the man's body. How could a Level Four magic shield withstand such technique? With a sharp crack, the shield shattered on Chen Feng's fourth strike.

Fifth strike, sixth strike, seventh strike...

Chen Feng's ceaselessly moving hands seemed endless. In an instant, he tore a gaping hole in the elder's chest. Suddenly, he enveloped the elder's head in both hands. With a sharp bang, a massive burst of purple flame erupted. The elder’s head instantly exploded into countless fragments. Blood mixed with brain matter splattered everywhere!

Forbidden Style: Twelve Hundred and Eleven Forms - Chiyome!

Although this Eight Chiyome had not been executed with full exertion, a Magus was inherently weaker than a Battle Master. Furthermore, the elder had been complacent and completely unguarded. As a result, he was instantly slain by a single execution of this technique!

In truth, Chen Feng’s success in killing the elder was pure luck, stemming entirely from attacking when the opponent was unprepared.

If the elder had not been so confident in his superior strength and looked down upon Chen Feng, if he hadn't boasted of his absolute power and cast his magic shield from the start, Chen Feng would undoubtedly be dead by now.

But because there are no 'ifs' in reality, the elder was dead—a pathetic end, perhaps the price paid for his arrogance.

"Steward Robin..." The surrounding Magi behind the elder simply could not process that Chen Feng had managed to kill him in such a brief span. They remained stunned.

When they finally saw the mess of shredded flesh on the ground, they were all aghast.

"Kill him! Avenge Steward Robin!" one Magus roared.

Instantly, magic poured forth like a rain of light aimed at Chen Feng. These men struck with sorrowful fury and held nothing back, all unleashing Level Four magic. The deterrent force of dozens of Magi casting Level Four spells simultaneously was something Chen Feng could finally appreciate.

The ambient magical elements were instantly depleted by their mobilization, becoming a vacuum zone, and the power of all the Level Four spells seemed to converge into a single entity.

Chen Feng, possessing only the cultivation of a Level Three Battle Master, how could he withstand such a frenzied assault? He retreated rapidly.

However, behind him lay an artificial lake. Retreating into it meant certain doom; he would eventually be killed there. But to stand firm meant being obliterated by the sheer volume of magical attacks. Chen Feng made an immediate decision: he activated Aerial Dance and shot backward as if attempting a sprint!

Since he wasn't flying very high, he fortunately avoided triggering the aerial defense mechanisms.

"Boom..."

A deafening explosion blasted a crater dozens of meters deep into the ground, sending the entire lake's water soaring over a hundred meters into the air.

Because the Magi had only cast single-target spells, the destructive force was somewhat contained.

"Pfft..." Even with Chen Feng’s incredibly swift flight, the shockwave from such immense magical power slammed into him, violently disrupting his internal organs and causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood. He suffered severe internal injuries.

Just then, dozens of arrows suddenly shot toward him from the front. The sharp whistling sound of the shafts cut through the air.

"Thwack, thwack..."

With nowhere left to dodge, Chen Feng was immediately pierced straight through by four or five arrows.

"This is bad!" Chen Feng grit his teeth against the pain, ducked low, flipped his body in mid-air, and instantly dove behind a courtyard wall.

"Don't shoot yet..." Harry's weak voice sounded out. "That's where my clansmen live."

As his words registered, the dozens of Magi halted their assault.

"Pursue him! He was hit by four arrows; he probably won't last long. Capture him alive and flay him to commemorate Steward Robin!" one Magus cried out in sorrowful rage.

"Kill!" The crowd roared in unison, charging furiously toward the courtyard where Chen Feng had vanished.

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Chen Feng rolled into the courtyard, dashed forward, took several sharp turns, and slipped directly into a room.

Upon entering, he immediately sensed something was amiss. The entire room was bathed in a deep crimson, emanating a faint, delicate fragrance—it was clearly a young woman's private chamber.

"Ah... It's you? Iori Yagami..." A voice suddenly rang out from within the room.

Chen Feng glanced over and recognized the occupant: Philomena, the granddaughter of the Iron Sword Guild Master he had encountered in Zhongshang Town!

Chen Feng shot forward like an arrow, grabbing her by the neck, and hissed coldly, "Dare to shout my name and I’ll kill you instantly!"

Philomena was already terrified by Chen Feng’s appearance and immediately nodded, clamping her mouth shut and daring not utter a sound.

"Knock, knock..." At that moment, hurried knocking echoed from outside the door.

"Open up! If you dare say a word, I will kill you immediately!" Chen Feng growled softly.

"I know..." Philomena quickly responded.

Chen Feng flashed away, activating Aerial Dance, and silently flew to a corner of the rooftop to conceal himself.

"Miss Philomena, did a person rush in just now? Red hair, wearing black clothes?" a member of the Leof family inquired.

"No, why would anyone rush in?" Philomena frowned slightly.

"We apologize, Miss Philomena. We are under orders to search every room, so we hope you don't mind the intrusion!" the clansman said with utmost politeness.

"Very well. This isn't my room anyway; it's Sister Filia's room. Search as you please, but don't touch anything inside, or if the Young Madam gets angry later, don't blame me!" Philomena said casually.

"Yes..." The clansman acknowledged, stepped inside, took a cursory glance, confirmed nothing was found, and then turned back to Philomena. "Our apologies for the disturbance!" With that, he withdrew.

Once the man left, Philomena let out a long sigh, patted her chest, and closed the door. She crept to the center of the room and whispered, "Iori Yagami, Iori..." She trailed off, suddenly sensing movement behind her. She spun around and was startled to see Chen Feng’s slightly pale face close by.

"Mmmph... Mmmph..."

Chen Feng clamped a hand over her mouth, whispering urgently, "Don't speak!"

Philomena immediately nodded in agreement.

Chen Feng slowly released his hand, only then realizing that all his strength seemed to have been instantly drained away.

Philomena noticed the four arrows embedded in his body and was too shocked to speak. She frantically searched the room for medicine to stop the bleeding but found nothing, breaking out in a cold sweat from anxiety.

Chen Feng slumped onto the floor and pulled out a bottle of Energy Potion, downing it.

Although the preceding fight was brief, the Orochi Pheasant, the Eight Chiyome, and the Phoenix Dance had consumed an astonishing amount of Cyclone Energy. The Cyclone Energy within his Dantian was nearly depleted.

After drinking the potion, Chen Feng found no rest. Gritting his teeth, he began pulling out the four arrows stuck in his body.

The barbs on the arrowheads tore away strips of flesh, creating a horrifying sight. Philomena happened to look up at that moment, her eyes widening into perfect circles. She quickly covered her mouth with both hands, trembling uncontrollably...

The intense pain of extracting the arrows made Chen Feng shudder violently, but he bit down and didn't utter a sound, not even allowing his expression to change.

What perplexed him, however, was that as soon as an arrow was removed, the muscle at the wound began to regenerate at a visible rate, making him suspect that even the most potent Light-element Restoration Spell couldn't perform better.

What was going on? No medicine was used, nor was any Cyclone Energy mobilized for healing, yet the muscle was recovering on its own?

Chen Feng froze, then performed an internal inspection. He immediately detected something bizarre: a dark-colored Cyclone Energy had appeared at the wound site. Wherever this Cyclone Energy passed, the wound healed instantly—it was more effective than any spiritual medicine.

"This is... the Cyclone Energy I saw in the Profound Domain? Didn't it transform into Dark Cyclone Energy?" Chen Feng was amazed.

When Chen Feng was in the Profound Domain, the immense pressure frequently tore his muscles, but each time this happened, this dark Cyclone Energy would appear to aid in healing. Yet, after leaving the Ninth-level Pagoda, this energy had never reappeared. Its strange presence inside him now left Chen Feng utterly bewildered.

After pulling out all four arrows, the wounds where Chen Feng had been struck were almost entirely healed.

"This... what is happening?" Chen Feng could barely believe it. Suddenly, a daring thought flashed through his mind, making his entire body tremble with excitement: "Divine Race Undying Body?"

PS: Regarding tomorrow's update, since I spent today re-reading the manga, tomorrow morning's update might be delayed until around 11 AM instead of 10 AM. My apologies... I couldn't even maintain the new update schedule for a single day; this is my fault. Please punish me, but not by hitting my face... On a serious note, I still need monthly passes and recommendation votes, brothers. If you have any, throw them my way... (To be continued. To know what happens next, please log into www**com for more chapters, support the author, and support legitimate reading!)