Ling Zhenfei originally did not possess any killing aura, his body exuded only the purest Northern Spiritual Energy. However, at this moment, a murderous aura erupted unexpectedly, and those in its vicinity felt a burgeoning fear in their hearts.

The Aura of Resentment and Curse, which is a result of excessive killing, shouldn't have been present within Ling Zhenfei, who hadn't taken many lives. It was the tremendous urge to kill that arose within him upon witnessing Zhuo Yue's death that birthed this aura. Once unleashed, it would not be easily quelled.

Engaging with Ling Zhenfei in combat, one would immediately feel the tremendous force of his Northern Spiritual Energy mingled with his killing aura. Those who were swept by Ling Zhenfei's aura of murder cried out in pain, enduring the bitter fight.

"Enough hiding and scheming, guys. Let's get down to the nitty-gritty. Bring out the weapons!"

Zhang Lie also felt a bit of discomfort. After calling out, a group of people began searching for weapons. In a moment, sticks, daggers, and machetes all came into play.

Zhang Lie moved extremely fast; suddenly he held two daggers in his hands and stabbed toward Ling Zhenfei's body. Although his movements were fast, Ling Zhenfei's were faster. Despite his injuries, he didn't concede. With a swift motion, he charged into the midst of ten men.

Knaves and clubs came from all directions aiming for Ling Zhenfei, but he could easily trace their trajectories. However, with so many people surrounding him—ten men with ten different techniques, each with seven or eight variations—it was quite strenuous for Ling Zhenfei to dodge even though he could see them coming.

Ling Zhenfei knew it was nearly impossible to escape unscathed now. It was uncertain whose prey he might become given his severe injuries, but he was determined to kill everyone around him even at the risk of his own life.

He evaded the fatal blows and ruthlessly struck at the people around him, seeking to land killing hits.

Crack!

A thunderclap exploded in the sky, and unexpectedly, rain began to pour from the sultry heavens, instantly drenching everyone's clothes. The rain intensified rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it poured down in torrents.

Ling Zhenfei successfully brought down three men, but he also took several hits. Due to his injuries, he couldn't unleash his full strength. Managing to defeat three under such circumstances was no small feat. Those three, all struck in vital areas, would either die or be gravely disabled. Ling Zhenfei was very confident of this.

"Kid, even if it means forfeiting our reward, we'll kill you to avenge our brothers," Zhang Lie said with anger upon seeing his fellow disciples unable to rise again, knowing their chances were slim. The thought of his sect members dying a wrongful death infuriated him.

"Rest assured, soon I'll send you all on your way together. It's better to have company on the road to the underworld," Ling Zhenfei resolved to kill them all.

Zhao Gang sneered, "Kid, there's something I forgot to tell you. Actually, I had my way with your girlfriend last night. You've been successfully cuckolded by me."

As Zhao Gang made this comment, all the brothers around him laughed mockingly.

"And me, I had her too. Your girlfriend was really enjoyable to play with. She cried out so delightfully!"

"Hahahaha!"

Ling Zhenfei knew they were saying these things just to enrage him. As a master of his Realm, he should have been immune to such provocation, but to insult a person who had just died in such a manner was more than Ling Zhenfei could bear.

"If that's the case, then go to hell!" Ling Zhenfei lunged at Zhao Gang with breathtaking speed, his movements incredibly swift. He completely exposed his back, threw caution to the wind, all to take Zhao Gang's life.

When a person from the Zhiyi state wanted to kill someone from the Mingmu Realm with all his strength, the latter simply couldn't withstand a single technique. Among these people, Zhao Gang's realm was considered to be of an average level. The only reason he had managed to fight Ling Zhenfei for so long before was due to the advantage of numbers, and now Ling Zhenfei wanting to kill him was as easy as turning his hand over.

Bang!

Ling Zhenfei's palm struck Zhao Gang's chest, sending Zhao Gang flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood while still in mid-air before crashing against a nearby wall and falling to the ground, motionless. Clearly, Ling Zhenfei had shattered his internal organs, causing his death.

Although Ling Zhenfei had killed Zhao Gang with a single palm strike, because he left his back unguarded, he still received a deep slash from a dagger. The cut wasn't very deep, not because the attacker hadn't used enough force, but because Ling Zhenfei's spiritual power had protected him, reducing the force of the blade. Without the protection of his spiritual power, Ling Zhenfei would have been seriously injured.

Blood flowed from Ling Zhenfei's back, but as soon as it emerged, it was washed away by the heavy rain, mixing with the water on the ground until it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

Seeing Zhao Gang killed, Zhang Lie and the others went mad, pouncing on Ling Zhenfei as if they were prepared to fight to the death.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei was not to be trifled with; fighting outnumbered meant fighting for one's life.

The rain poured heavily, so intense that it was hard to keep one's eyes open. From a distance, one could only see the figures swaying, with people continually falling and others standing up. The screams of the injured became indistinct amidst the downpour.

Finally, everything quieted down. There was no sound of combat or heavy breathing, only the noise of the rain beating against the ground remained. At the entrance of the dilapidated building, corpses lay scattered everywhere, the ground water stained red with blood.

In the midst of the corpses, only one person was still breathing, but he was drenched in blood. It wasn't until the rain washed away the blood that it became clear it was Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei had fought to the death and killed ten people, but he too was severely wounded. The cuts, blunt traumas, and internal injuries he suffered would have undoubtedly been fatal for an ordinary person, but Ling Zhenfei was different—he was a master of the Zhiyi state, not so easily killed.

His bleeding wounds had already been sealed, and the broken bones inside his body had been wrapped with spiritual power. After several hours of cultivation within the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow, he had finally recovered somewhat.

By then, the rain was still pouring down with no sign of stopping. Ling Zhenfei got up and checked the ten individuals—unsurprisingly, none of them showed any signs of life.

Ling Zhenfei then walked over to Zhuo Yue's side, picked Zhuo Yue up, and placed him in a spot sheltered from the rain. Looking at Zhuo Yue's already cold corpse, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help feeling a deep sense of self-reproach.

"I'm sorry, Zhuo Yue. It's all my fault. I'm such an idiot. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have died—it's all because I didn't consider everything thoroughly and was blindly arrogant. I've wronged you," he chastised himself.

Ling Zhenfei slapped his own face hard twice, causing his hand to sting slightly.

"I'm sorry, you. Knowing you were in danger, I should have brought you to Binyang, by my side. I've been too careless. If you can hear me from the heavens, blame me," he said.

No matter what Ling Zhenfei said, Zhuo Yue could no longer respond. All self-reproach was in vain.

"Rest assured, I have avenged you. It's just a shame that after having killed, I can't stay for long. Once all is settled, I promise to visit you," he whispered.

Ling Zhenfei slowly stood up. Although he didn't want to leave, he couldn't stay in that place; staying would only bring more trouble.

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