At this moment, Ling Zhenfei reached out and grabbed Feng Zilong, lifting him up and punching him.

This blow directly knocked Feng Zilong to the ground, his clothes in disarray, rolling several times on the floor.

But before he could stand up, Ling Zhenfei charged over again, throwing another punch at Feng Zilong.

Feng Zilong hurriedly blocked with his fists, but how could his fists withstand Ling Zhenfei's Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists? This punch sent Feng Zilong crashing into the wall.

After falling to the ground, Feng Zilong spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly having suffered severe internal injuries.

Being hit by Ling Zhenfei's fists, it was impossible not to get injured.

But Ling Zhenfei knew that as someone in the Dawen Realm, Feng Zilong surely had many techniques, and if allowed to recover, who knew what life-for-life moves he could unleash.

Therefore, even though Feng Zilong was injured, Ling Zhenfei didn't intend to let him off.

Ling Zhenfei charged at Feng Zilong, but at this moment, Feng Zilong pulled out a gun.

The barrel pointed directly at Ling Zhenfei, but Ling Zhenfei's current strength was surely not afraid of a gun. He hesitated not a bit and leapt towards Feng Zilong.

Feng Zilong fired, and with this shot, the gun spouted a flame, a special bullet aimed at Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei could have dodged the bullet, but realizing something was off, he found the bullet fired from the gun was special.

It contained immense Northern Spiritual Energy, and as the gun fired, this powerful energy surged at Ling Zhenfei.

It was like a formidable cultivator suddenly throwing a punch.

The might of this punch was exceptional, and Ling Zhenfei dared not underestimate it. Originally meant to attack Feng Zilong, he had no choice but to deal with the bullet instead.

Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists was launched.

Boom!

A powerful Northern Spiritual Energy collision flipped many things in the room, and Ling Zhenfei was forced several steps back by this potent energy.

During this time, Feng Zilong ran towards the window.

But having come here, how could Ling Zhenfei let Feng Zilong escape? Ling Zhenfei used Sky Piercing Finger, thrusting it at Feng Zilong's back.

Feng Zilong felt the powerful energy behind him and quickly dodged, but this naturally slowed down his escape, allowing Ling Zhenfei to catch up and throw another punch at him.

Feng Zilong, still holding the gun, raised it to shoot at Ling Zhenfei.

The last bullet had left an indelible impression on Ling Zhenfei, and from his analysis, it seemed invented by some cultivator who compressed his Northern Spiritual Energy into the bullet.

Regular bullets fired a bullet head, but this type fired Northern Spiritual Energy.

The advantage was using the condensation of Northern Spiritual Energy, allowing a cultivator in the Zhiyi state to compress multiple punches worth of energy into one bullet.

Thus, a bullet could contain the power of several punches.

Coupled with the bullet's firing speed, it reached the Zhiyi Late Stage, or even the Dawen Initial Stage Realm.

If a Dawen Realm cultivator used this method, it could achieve bullets of Late Dawen Realm or even Dawen Peak Stage.

The bullet Feng Zilong fired earlier had reached the power of the Peak of Dawen Realm.

Therefore, the power of the last shot could force Ling Zhenfei, a Late Dawen Realm cultivator, to retreat.

Ling Zhenfei, realizing Feng Zilong might fire more shots, couldn't allow that possibility and immediately used Soul Attack.

Boom!

Feng Zilong had no idea, as he was about to fire, his mind felt like being hit with a baton, rendering him blank.

Shooting was long forgotten, as the dizziness was finite, but when he regained clarity, it was too late; Ling Zhenfei's punch was already coming.

Bam!

This punch landed solidly on Feng Zilong, sending him flying and smashing heavily against the wall.

After hitting the ground, Feng Zilong could barely stand; the rented room clearly seen through the Perspective Eye.

Now, Feng Zilong's internal organs were severely injured, with internal bleeding, the meridians severely damaged, making it impossible to utilize Northern Spiritual Energy.

Such grave injuries require prompt treatment or he may recover, but no immediate treatment means certain death.

"Who are you, why are you here to kill me?" Feng Zilong asked Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Someone like you, doing the worst deeds, isn't it natural for you to be killed?"

Feng Zilong said, "Experts like you shouldn't meddle in others' business, who exactly are you, why use such shameless means against me?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Because you always use shameless means against others, hence killing you must also be with even more shamelessness."

Feng Zilong stared at Ling Zhenfei, finally spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Who exactly are you, I won't let you off."

Ling Zhenfei chuckled and said, "You think in this state you can go against me, haunt me even after death?"

Feng Zilong remained silent, clearly aware of his impending death today.

"I've fallen today; at my death, can't you let me die understanding?"

Ling Zhenfei said, "Of course, I'll let you die understanding."

Ling Zhenfei paused slightly and said, "Lu Tao had five disciples, with you having the highest aptitude, Lu Yunshang second, only you received Lu Tao's true teachings.

You truly lived up to expectations, reaching the Dawen Realm at a young age, originally, if you followed the righteous path, you'd surely have been a reputed figure.

But Lu Tao never expected you to tread this path, becoming an underground Emperor; how could you meet Lu Tao's expectations?"

"No need for you to lecture me; I asked your identity, why bring my master to scold me." Feng Zilong shouted angrily, spitting blood.

Ling Zhenfei said, "Fine, not me, Heaven will deal with you. Let me clarify, Ling Zhenfei never intended to be against you, but you colluded with Nangong Changhe to scheme against him.

Not only sullying his name, but also trying to put him to death. Did you foresee today while doing those deeds?"

Feng Zilong replied, "Ling Zhenfei, truly Ling Zhenfei, that bastard, shaming me before Yunshang, not killing him won't quell the hatred in my heart."

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "If that's the case, then your death is not a pity, frankly I'm here to avenge Ling Zhenfei by killing you."

Feng Zilong chuckled, but as he laughed, blood poured continuously from the corner of his mouth.

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