The street was silent, wind blowing past, causing the rubble on the ground to tremble and roll.

All eyes were fixed on the young man who had just appeared.

Luo Feng retracted the Yuan Qi shield that protected Little Stone and the others and looked towards Tu Shan, saying calmly:

"You recognize me, so I don’t need to introduce myself. What do you want from me?"

Initially, Luo Feng thought the opponent was here for Lin Hongyi, but upon the first exchange, he immediately realized this wasn’t the case. The killing intent from the opponent was clearly directed at him.

Tu Shan dusted off his clothes, looked at Luo Feng, and smiled maliciously:

"No reason, just that you offended someone you shouldn’t have, and I’ve come to take your life."

Regarding the earlier palm strike, he didn’t care at all; he had hastily countered earlier and hadn’t even used sixty percent of his strength. Naturally, he was at a disadvantage. He’s confident that if he exerted his full strength, killing Luo Feng would be as easy as flipping his hand.

"Someone I shouldn’t have offended?"

Luo Feng raised his brows.

He had offended quite a few people, and the top experts on the New Dragon List exceeded one hand.

However, not everyone has the strength to hire a top Martial Artist from the Spiritual Rotation Realm; only a few people could achieve this.

One is Lu Xiao Yun, a member of the Ten Great New Dragons; another is a princess from the Dali Dynasty; and then there’s the Crown Prince.

Although Lu Xiao Yun is narrow-minded, he sees himself very highly and is quite conceited. If he wanted to kill him, he would likely do it personally, not through others.

The remaining options were the third princess of the Dali Dynasty and the Crown Prince.

Last time he met the third princess of the Dali Dynasty, he was only a Sixth Spiritual Rotation Realm cultivation. If the third princess wanted to send someone to assassinate him, she wouldn’t need to hire a Ninth Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist, nor would she wait until now to take action.

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through Luo Feng’s mind, and he spoke:

"The one who sent you to kill me is the Crown Prince, right?"

Tu Shan’s pupils contracted, and he sneered: "So what if you know who it is? Today, you’re dead either way."

Buzz!

As he spoke, a faint blood-colored aura rose from Tu Shan’s body, his gaze sharp, and the intense killing intent almost turned tangible, exuding a terrifying presence that made the nearby observing Martial Artists involuntarily take a deep breath.

Luo Feng looked directly at Tu Shan, his expression calm: "Since you’re not willing to tell, I’m not interested either."

Bang!

As he spoke, Luo Feng pressed his palm into the air, wrapping Little Stone and the others in a condensed red Palm Gang, pushing them dozens of meters away.

Little Stone awoke from his terror, looking at Luo Feng confronting Tu Shan; his face changed, his eyes filled with fear, and he trembled:

"You... you want to fight him? Impossible, even Big brother Li was killed by him in one strike, he... he’s a monster, even Sister Lin Hongyi can’t be his match..."

Tu Shan approached Luo Feng step by step, his body full of murderous intent, laughing heartily:

"Luo Feng, you dream of escaping from my sight..."

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Tu Shan suddenly felt a fierce Qi Force rushing toward him, with signs of collapsing space nearby. Meanwhile, Luo Feng’s voice reached his ears:

"You don’t have the qualification to make me run away. Just right, I’ve improved my strength these past few days; let me use you to test how much progress I’ve made. I hope you can hold on a bit longer."

Luo Feng didn’t see Tu Shan as a threat at all. Now that his cultivation had reached the mid-peak of the Ninth Spiritual Rotation Realm, and Grand Momentum had reached eighty percent, his strength had changed drastically since his encounter with Evil Saber.

"Ruthless Way!"

Fiery waves spread out as Luo Feng punched forward, the intense punch transforming into a thick fire pillar, imbued with endless explosive power, bombarding toward Tu Shan, destroying layers of the ground along the way, revealing a near-ten-meter-wide massive chasm.

Tu Shan was furious, his face showing a hideous expression. His favorite thing was to make his enemies fear him first, then slowly toy with them, but Luo Feng’s performance was completely beyond his expectations.

"Blood Wind Blade Hand!"

His right hand burst with strange blood light, as Tu Shan tore through space with a claw.

Screech, screech, screech, screech, screech...

Massive blood-colored Claw Strength shot out, as sharp as five sword lights, slicing through the air with a piercing noise. The Claw Strength, fused with Tu Shan’s intense killing intent, emitted a chilling aura that made people feel apprehensive.

Everyone watched as the fierce claw, cleaving through the air, collided heavily with the red Punch Gang, immediately causing both to seem to face endless resistance, stalling in mid-air.

The next moment.

Rip!

The red Punch Gang was torn apart, and the blood-colored claw blade was completely extinguished, vanishing into nothingness. The shattered Qi Force scattered like blooming water flowers, tearing the street with shockingly large and coarse cracks.

"Seems that even without using Demon Form Technique, I can still contend with a Ninth Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist. Just not sure how much strength he has used..." Looking at Tu Shan opposite, a thought flashed through Luo Feng’s mind.

At this moment, the surrounding crowd was dumbfounded.

When Tu Shan made his move, most believed the young man before them was likely doomed, but the result was unexpected; the two were evenly matched in their exchange.

It’s known that Tu Shan was an old-time top Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, having killed more than one expert on the New Dragon List.

"Luo Feng... I remember now!"

A Martial Artist pondered briefly, clapped his forehead, and exclaimed: "He’s a disciple from Linglong Hall, Luo Feng!"

"It’s him? No way, Luo Feng hasn’t even been in the Golden Palace for a year. Tu Shan was already a Ninth Spiritual Rotation Realm Martial Artist years ago; his strength now is even more profound, likely able to rival the Ten Great New Dragons. If it’s Luo Feng from Linglong Hall, how could he be his match? It’s probably just a coincidence in name."

"It’s not impossible; naturally, geniuses can’t be judged by common sense. Did you forget, Luo Feng placed fourth in individual achievements at the last hunting tournament! There may be more than one person named Luo Feng, but someone of this age with such strength, in our Canglang Dynasty, there’s probably no second."

"That’s true."

"I wonder if he can defeat Tu Shan..."

"It’s hard to say, Tu Shan has roamed the rtiad for years, surviving unfazed; he’s no ordinary person."

The crowd recognized Luo Feng’s identity and buzzed with discussion.

"Hmph, it seems defeating Qian Shaofeng wasn’t just luck. Take another strike from me!"

Tu Shan’s face was grim; although Luo Feng was a prominent figure, he was ultimately just a fledgling newbie. If Tu Shan couldn’t swiftly eliminate his opponent, what would become of his reputation?

Whoosh!

His figure flickered as Tu Shan floated in mid-air, his Yuan Qi boiling, both hands bursting with bloody light, like branding irons, as he struck down with an aerial palm.