Frontier Army Warrior

As time went on, Ji Fengxing's nerves became even more tense, constantly paying attention to the situation around him, and occasionally letting his consciousness wander over the two second-generation disciples.

Unfortunately, an hour later, there was still no movement around.

The two second-generation disciples hadn't lost patience yet, but Ji Fengxing was starting to feel the strain.

Since last night, he and Lin Feng have been chasing each other, their minds and bodies constantly on edge, never able to relax for a moment.

By this point, I was utterly exhausted.

If this drags on, even if Lin Feng appears, he will be powerless to capture or kill him.

Ji Fengxing now hates not only Lin Feng, but also Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang, bringing them into the sphere of his resentment.

Those two old folks disappeared without a trace after they left. More than half a month has passed; even the biggest matters should have been dealt with by now.

Based on their pace, they should be rushing back to deal with this crisis.

As long as the disciples in the sect are not all dead, they still have a chance to recover.

But if Lin Feng, this scourge, is not eliminated, no matter how many disciples you have, he will kill them one by one through sneak attacks.

He even began to suspect that the leaders of the two sects had reached some kind of agreement behind his back.

Because Lin Feng's valuable treasure is in the hands of one of the two of them, if he were to be tricked by them, he would be truly wronged.

Especially Gao Zhengqing, the number one leader of the three major sects, although he was slightly inferior to him, Gao Zhengqing was very clear about where Ji Fengxing's advantages lay.

He Jifengxing relies on the single point of speed, which may allow him to break through constraints and reach new heights.

However, the cultivation paths of Gao Zhengqing and Mu Qianyang are much more complex, and their sect lineages are also much more complicated.

They have a lot of skills, so breaking through the bottleneck will obviously require a lot more effort.

Are they conspiring to sabotage me?

Ji Fengxing's mind was in turmoil; his momentary hatred made him neglect his attention to the outside world.

Two second-generation disciples were also wandering on the edge of the area within five miles of the main cave of Hidden Pillar Peak, risking their lives to lure Lin Feng out.

Half an hour later, Ji Fengxing regained his senses from the confusion.

After rousing myself and surveying the surrounding situation, I realized I should adjust my previous strategy.

Instead of constantly monitoring unusual external circumstances, the focus shifted to occasionally glancing over the area.

This way, they can get a short rest while also ensuring the safety of the disciples outside.

Of course, he had no other choice. If he remained so tense, he might not be able to capture or kill Lin Feng.

Just as Ji Fengxing had withdrawn his thoughts and was about to close his eyes to rest for a while, a figure emerged from the forest.

Without using his mind, a second-generation disciple standing in this direction spotted Lin Feng standing on the treetop.

"Sect Leader..."

The second-generation disciple screamed in alarm.

His voice trembled, and there was no doubt that this second-generation disciple was extremely nervous. He was terrified by Lin Feng's actions.

Although he volunteered to act as bait for the sect's sacrificial faction, even their own sect leader has been unable to deal with Lin Feng these past few days. A second-generation disciple, isn't he just someone else's prey?

The confidence I had just felt crumbled the moment I saw Lin Feng.

He turned and ran towards the main cave entrance.

Upon hearing the shout, another second-generation disciple also turned and ran back.

Ji Fengxing, who was sitting cross-legged in the cave, suddenly shuddered, and his true energy instantly circulated throughout his body. He then sped out of the cave entrance.

Now, even Ji Fengxing, the leader of the Sword Formation Sect, who is known for his speed, cannot match Lin Feng's speed.

How could a second-generation disciple of the Sword Form Sect escape Lin Feng's pursuit?

In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng had already pounced on the second-generation disciple.

Knowing he couldn't escape the attack, the second-generation disciple scanned the area and saw Lin Feng behind him. He immediately turned around, his body still flying backward, but he kicked out with all his might.

As he kicked out, he crossed his arms over his chest, preparing to intercept Lin Feng's attack.

However, he did not kick Lin Feng, nor was he attacked by Lin Feng's fists and feet. As his body retreated rapidly, he only felt a flash of cold light before his eyes, and then everything went black, and he lost consciousness.

Lin Feng drew an arc in front of him and leaped off the mountain.

Just then, Ji Fengxing arrived in front of the second-generation disciple, reached out and pressed down on the second-generation disciple who was still flying backward in the air, and was about to turn around and chase after Lin Feng.

At this distance, Lin Feng would definitely not be able to avoid his own sword energy.

To his surprise, the next moment he saw the face of this second-generation disciple, his expression tense and terrified, as the sword separated from his neck and he fell limply to the ground.

Ji Fengxing's mouth dropped open, unable to control his shock, and he even forgot to chase after Lin Feng.

He held his disciple's headless corpse in his hands, placed it on a rock, and turned to look in the direction Lin Feng had fled.

In just a moment, Lin Feng had vanished without a trace.

Ji Fengxing looked down at his disciple's neck again; the cut was clean, clearly severed by a sharp weapon.

To be able to cut a mid-level cultivator's body into this state is something that no conventional weapon could do.

Could it be that Lin Feng has another precious blade in his possession?

This person is extremely mysterious, and he has a variety of sharp weapons at his disposal, making it impossible for anyone to determine his identity or origin.

Ji Fengxing was on the verge of tears. He had been having a run of bad luck, how could he have encountered such a terrible thing?

He silently held his disciple's headless corpse, standing blankly on the rocks, head bowed and speechless.

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

At this time, Ji Fengxing was no longer the leader of a reclusive sect, but a completely old man with white hair and beard, a face full of wrinkles, and a blank expression.

He was completely baffled. How could something that seemed so simple have turned out like this?

No, it won't work. It's not that I'm mentally weak, but if things continue like this, my sword-shaped sect will really be destroyed by my own hands.

Even if he were to die, he would have no face to face his ancestors.

He, Ji Fengxing, brought down a prestigious sect with a thousand-year history; he deserves to die a thousand deaths for this.

Ji Fengxing was terrified from the bottom of his heart—a fear of the mysterious and unknown, and a fear of the serious consequences he could not bear.

Another second-generation disciple stood at the foot of the rocks, holding his senior brother's head in his hands, looking up at the sect leader with trepidation.

They hadn't expected their opponent to be so powerful; they had all underestimated Lin Feng's abilities.

They believed that Lin Feng's speed was fast, so his attack power must be weaker. No matter what, a second-generation disciple could not be killed instantly.

However, it now appears that they misjudged the situation, and the price they paid was a second-generation disciple who had cultivated for decades.

After an unknown amount of time, the second-generation disciple, standing at the foot of the rocks, spoke in a low, anxious voice.

"Sect Leader, Sect Leader, he's here again..."

Ji Fengxing suddenly woke up and turned to look at Yinzhu Peak. Lin Feng was standing on the top of a protruding rock halfway up the mountain, staring coldly at him.

The two sides were less than two miles apart, and they could clearly see the expressions on each other's faces.

Ji Fengxing did not move. He turned his head again to look at the corpse in his hand, a bitter smile on his face.

"Take your senior brother back to the cave and keep him there. Don't come out."

After Ji Fengxing finished speaking, he threw the corpse towards the second-generation disciple, turned around, jumped off the rocks, and slowly walked towards Lin Feng.