灵气崩坏：地球上最后一个修炼者

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The young man in white was undeniably strong, even surpassing Nan Gong Wentian from before. However, to Lin Feng, he was still far too weak. The full force of his oppressive aura was nothing more than a feeble attempt in Lin Feng's eyes. "Stop fooling around." Lin Feng waved his hand lightly, and the terrifying pressure dispersed effortlessly. "You've got some skill, after all," the young man in white remarked, a gleam flashing in his eyes as he summoned his inner energy, launching a punch at Lin Feng. With little effort, Lin Feng caught the fist and, with a casual flick, sent the young man flying several meters. The man skidded back a dozen steps on the ground before finally regaining his footing. "You're not here just to set up a stall, are you?" Lin Feng asked indifferently, as he picked up the spirit stones on the ground and placed them into his Qiankun bag. In truth, he had long since discerned the young man's level—around the fifth layer of the Houtian stage. For someone in their late twenties to have such strength was indeed impressive. "That's right! I'm here to kill you!" the young man declared gravely, his expression now more serious. Lin Feng's strength was beyond his expectations, easily neutralizing his every attack. He knew he would have to reveal his ultimate technique. "To kill me? But this is our first meeting, isn't it?" Lin Feng asked with mild curiosity. "I've come on behalf of the Jiang family! My senior sister, Jiang Xiyu, is the eldest daughter of the Jiang clan. You annihilated their entire family over a petty grudge. Such actions defy the heavens' will." At these words, Lin Feng frowned. He had believed he had wiped out the Jiang family, yet it seemed a remnant still lingered. He recalled that Chen Qianxu had once told him about a prominent figure from the Jiang family, someone so influential that it was the reason the Chen family sought to marry into them... That figure must be Jiang Xiyu. "Sigh, like wildfire that can't be extinguished, it springs forth anew with every breath of wind," Lin Feng muttered with a sigh. At that moment, the young man in white drew the sword from his back. In an instant, a sharp aura filled the air, laden with an oppressive killing intent. "Any last words?" "Why didn't your senior sister come herself? Why send you to your death?" Lin Feng asked. "What a joke. My senior sister is far too exalted to bother coming here for the likes of you. Do you really think you've bested me because I've been holding back?" the young man sneered, his sword pointed at Lin Feng. His voice turned cold. "Remember, the one who will kill you tonight is Bai Wu of the Xuanling Sect!" "Sword of the Spirit!" Bai Wu formed a sword seal with his hand, thrusting his sword toward Lin Feng. From the sword's tip, a flicker of cold light burst forth, expanding like ripples in the air as it surged toward Lin Feng. Lin Feng reached out, grasped the sword energy, and with a simple squeeze, it dissipated into nothingness. Seeing this, Bai Wu's expression shifted. He had spent eighteen years mastering this technique, refining it to perfection, yet Lin Feng had effortlessly dispelled it! "Buzz!!" Without hesitation, Bai Wu unleashed two more sword strikes. The two waves of sword energy shot forth, shredding a few nearby trees into splinters. But as they neared Lin Feng, they were again easily dispelled. "As expected of a disciple of the sect, you've learned how to infuse your sword with your inner energy. With these techniques, you could easily defeat even a sixth or seventh layer Houtian warrior in the mortal world," Lin Feng said, glancing at Bai Wu with a hint of indifference. "But unfortunately for you, you encountered me." With those words, Lin Feng extended his right hand and, with a casual grasp, pulled Bai Wu toward him as though by some invisible force. Bai Wu's face paled in horror as he struggled in vain, his body uncontrollably hurtling toward Lin Feng. The terror within him surged, for even his master couldn't grasp him through the air like this! Who was this Lin Feng? How could he be so terrifyingly powerful? In the next moment— "Bang!" Lin Feng seized Bai Wu by the throat. Gone was Bai Wu's earlier arrogance. Now trembling, he asked, voice quivering, "Why would someone as powerful as you bully a small, insignificant martial family?" "You're mistaken. It was they who provoked me first," Lin Feng replied, shaking his head. Then, placing his other hand on Bai Wu's head, he began to use his Soul Searching technique. Unexpectedly, a thunderous roar echoed from within Bai Wu's mind: "Audacious! How dare you covet the secrets of my Xuanling Sect!" Lin Feng paused slightly in surprise. In the next instant— "Boom!" Bai Wu's head exploded from within, his body collapsing lifelessly to the ground. Frowning, Lin Feng recalled the words his master had once spoken when teaching him the Soul Searching technique: "Powerful sects often place restrictions within the spiritual sea of their disciples to prevent their secrets from being stolen. If you ever encounter such a situation, be extremely cautious unless you possess overwhelming strength." "This Xuanling Sect... how interesting. It truly is worthy of being called a sect from the mountains," Lin Feng mused to himself. After a moment's thought, he casually waved his hand, summoning a stream of spiritual fire. Bai Wu's corpse was reduced to ashes, which were carried by the wind toward a nearby food stall, causing a group of patrons enjoying beer and crayfish to break into a coughing fit. "Damn it... Boss, can't you use better charcoal for your grill? The ash is blowing into our food!" "Yeah, I just ate a mouthful of ash!" ... Lin Feng calmly sorted through his spoils. This time, he had taken five spirit stones from Bai Wu, and combined with the two spirit bombs he had previously acquired from Tan Tianhong, he now had seven low-grade spirit stones. However, he regretted not successfully using the Soul Searching technique. This failure meant there might be more trouble ahead. "If only I could find the location of Xuanling Sect. I would love to explore its depths," Lin Feng muttered to himself. Just then, Lin Yunyao hurried over. Having witnessed everything, she asked with a mix of confusion and concern, "Brother, what happened here?" "Just a small fry looking for death, nothing to worry about," Lin Feng replied with a smile. "Brother... I feel like you're constantly in danger these days. I'm scared," Lin Yunyao said anxiously. "Cultivating the path of immortality means constantly facing life-and-death battles. Once you step onto this path, your mentality will naturally change over time." "Besides, you have no idea how strong your brother has become. Those who seem dangerous to you are nothing more than benefactors to me." "Benefactors? What do you mean by that?" "I mean they're here to deliver gifts. Look at Bai Wu—he just gave me five spirit stones. Honestly, I wouldn't mind if more people like him came along." "Oh... I see. You mean killing people and taking their treasures."