Frontier Army Warrior

Unable to calm his emotions, Ji Fengxing got up and left the cave, strolling on the huge platform in front of it.

The mountain wind howled, and Ji Fengxing recalled Lin Feng's escape speed, a strange feeling creeping into his mind.

He has been practicing for decades and has painstakingly studied running speed.

However, it was never able to break through the enormous resistance encountered when rushing forward at high speed.

The faster you go, the greater the resistance ahead.

Ji Fengxing recalled Lin Feng's somewhat strange movements when he escaped.

"How did he do that?"

Involuntarily, Ji Fengxing muttered to himself.

He is already 87 years old this year. If he still cannot break through his own limitations within ten years, he may have no hope of achieving the Great Dao in this lifetime.

Ji Fengxing's main focus is speed, although his Sword Form Sect's inheritance is primarily sword energy.

However, he is exceptionally gifted in speed, making him the fastest cultivator in the cultivation world.

Whether it's speed or sword energy, as long as you break through one of them, you can use it as an opportunity to achieve a qualitative change and step into a higher level.

He and the other two sect leaders have been trapped at this level for many years, and the desire to break through this constraint has become an obsession for the three sect leaders.

Ji Fengxing was deep in thought when suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly snapped back to reality.

He turned to look at the entrance to the platform.

Under the moonlight, a dark figure stood there, silently watching him.

Ji Fengxing stared blankly at the dark figure for a long time before muttering something.

"Lin Feng..."

He felt inexplicably tense, his blood rushing to his heart, which began to pound rapidly.

This is not the kind of imposing presence one would expect from a leader of a major sect when facing an enemy.

What's wrong with me?

The black shadow before him was like a demon emerging from the underworld, filling Ji Fengxing, a nearly ninety-year-old veteran cultivator, with inexplicable fear.

Lin Feng wasn't there to scare Ji Fengxing. With a thought, he dashed towards another cave.

Inside that cave was a disciple of the Sword Form Sect, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, cultivating.

Ji Fengxing immediately understood Lin Feng's intention: to slaughter Lin Feng's disciples right in front of him.

After figuring it out, he gritted his teeth in anger; this was far too arrogant.

Without daring to delay, Ji Fengxing also turned around and pounced on Lin Feng, intending to capture or kill this man in front of his own door.

If Lin Feng were to injure one of his disciples in public, where would Ji Fengxing put his face?

Lin Feng moved very quickly, shouting loudly as he went.

"Sword Form Sect disciple, come out and face your death."

He did not rush into the cave, as the terrain inside was too cramped to escape Ji Fengxing's pursuit.

Lin Feng simply circled the wide platform, passing by in a flash, and walked in circles with Ji Fengxing.

Upon hearing Lin Feng's shout, several disciples of the Sword Form Sect rushed out of the cave to check the situation.

There was a third-generation disciple of the Sword Formation Sect who lived closest to the mountain path. He had just run out of the cave where he cultivated when he felt a shadow moving in front of him.

Before he could react, he suddenly felt something hit his chest hard, and his body was lifted off the ground and tumbled backward.

Lin Feng had already passed by the cave entrance like a gust of wind.

Ji Fengxing's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Seeing a disciple being knocked down by Lin Feng and his fate unknown, he quickly suppressed his anger and roared loudly.

"All of you, go back inside! Don't step out of the cave!"

The sect leader's authority was still quite high. Upon hearing this, the disciples who had rushed out of the cave immediately turned around and ran back into the cave.

Unfortunately, they were still a step behind Lin Feng.

Another disciple was kicked from behind by Lin Feng. His body was hit by the force and crashed into the mountain wall before sliding softly to the ground.

The Sword Formation Sect had a total of six third-generation disciples and three second-generation disciples. At this moment, they all shrank into the cave like frightened quails.

Seeing that they had hidden in the cave and had no chance to launch a sneak attack, Lin Feng circled around twice before leaping off the cliff and falling into the forest.

Ji Fengxing followed closely behind, relentlessly pursuing him.

The sword energy he unleashed behind Lin Feng always fell just short. With no time to regret, he surged with true energy, unleashed his movement technique, and was determined to kill Lin Feng with his bare hands, even at the cost of his life.

Lin Feng dodged Ji Fengxing's sword energy, his movements becoming increasingly fluid and graceful.

He became increasingly familiar with wind resistance, and once he grasped the basics, all that remained was proficiency.

Therefore, he ran faster and faster.

Ji Fengxing gritted his teeth as he watched Lin Feng's figure gradually recede into the distance, but he had no idea how to deal with it.

Effort is nothing compared to talent.

The thought flashed through Ji Fengxing's mind again, making him feel extremely discouraged.

When I heard that Master Zhen Zhuo of Yuquan Temple had taken in a genius disciple, I scoffed at it, thinking that genius disciples were a once-in-a-century occurrence and not so easy to find.

Only today did I realize how sharp Master Zhen Zhuo's vision must have been back then.

Of course, what's even more remarkable about Master Zhenzhuo is her luck.

In less than an hour, Lin Feng's figure gradually became blurred in Ji Fengxing's mind.

He dejectedly stopped his pursuit, stood on one foot atop a towering ancient tree, staring blankly at the darkness ahead for a long time.

A moment later, he suddenly remembered that his disciple's fate was still unknown, so he quickly turned around and ran towards the mountain gate.

Lin Feng was ruthless and left no room for maneuver.

The two third-generation disciples he struck had already stopped breathing.

Ji Fengxing squatted beside his disciple's corpse, bewildered and at a loss.

If this continues, how many disciples will the Sword Formation Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, have left?

The other disciples gathered around, looking at their dead junior brother with grief and indignation, their hearts filled with sorrow.

Once upon a time, they all felt honored to join a secluded sect, a feeling that transcended worldly imperial power, making them exceptionally proud.

For so many years, apart from diligently cultivating myself, my personal safety has never been threatened.

Even the annual sect competitions are mainly for friendly sparring, and there are very few cases of serious physical injuries.

The disciples from the various sects lived in harmony, and there was no life-or-death struggle between them.

They were in a virtually safe environment, and as inner disciples of a secluded sect, they had no natural enemies.

However, the current situation cannot bring peace to these surviving disciples.

When they saw the sect leader, who was rarely seen and was like a dragon, return empty-handed.

A sense of desolation arose in the hearts of each disciple.

Ji Fengxing waved his hand, telling all his disciples to go back and not to leave the cave unnecessarily.

He sat cross-legged beneath a statue in the center of the platform.

To prevent Lin Feng from launching another sneak attack on the mountain gate.

Ji Fengxing was like a mother hen protecting her chicks, vigilantly watching for any unusual situations around her.

He needs to think quietly about how to break this deadlock.

His mind was restless, constantly churning with the frustrating events of the day.

Ji Fengxing felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have listened to others' advice and brought Lin Feng's sister, an ordinary person from the secular world, up the mountain.

This rule-breaking method, if it fails, has such severe consequences.

Following Zhongxingmen, the disciples of his Jianxingmen sect will also face a life-or-death crisis.

But who can be blamed?

A low-level cultivator, a wandering martial arts practitioner, and an ordinary commoner from the mortal world—who would take such a combination seriously as the head of a high-ranking sect?