Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Behind the chaotic rocky forest lies a canyon called "A Line of Sky".

The cliffs on both sides are hundreds of feet high, with only a narrow passage no more than two feet wide in the middle. The area is perpetually shrouded in darkness, with howling winds and extremely treacherous terrain.

Shen Feng plunged headfirst into the canyon.

The moment he entered the canyon, the look of terror on his face vanished completely.

This is where the wind reigns supreme.

"call!"

The howling wind through the canyon is an obstacle for ordinary people, but for Shen Feng, who has mastered the "Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique," it is the greatest help.

He stopped trying to hide it, and his figure instantly became elusive.

With a light tap of his toes on the left rock face, he used the wind to move several feet to the right rock face, and then in a flash, he mysteriously turned back and went downwards.

Like a ghost, always by your side.

"Damn it! Is this kid some kind of slippery eel?"

Zhao Teng and his men, who were chasing behind, suffered greatly.

The spiritual energy within the canyon was chaotic, causing their flying magical artifacts to sway and struggle to maintain their balance.

"Bomb them!"

Enraged, Zhao Teng drew his bow repeatedly, unleashing a barrage of spiritual energy arrows that rained down on the gray figure ahead.

The other four also unleashed their flying swords, fireballs, and ice spikes, bombarding Shen Feng relentlessly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Rock fragments flew everywhere on the cliff face, and sparks flew in all directions.

However, Shen Feng seemed to have foreseen their attack trajectory.

Whenever a spell was about to hit him, a current of energy would always help him avoid it at just the right moment.

Those powerful attacks, aside from leaving deep craters in the rock face, didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"This is definitely not an ordinary Wind Release technique!"

Zhao Teng grew increasingly alarmed as he pursued the pursuer.

As a core member of the family, he possessed extraordinary vision. The ability to control the wind that Shen Feng displayed was beyond the reach of outer disciples, and even some elders in the clan at the Refinement stage might not be able to do it with such ease.

"This person must possess a valuable treasure, or perhaps a high-level wind-elemental inheritance!"

Greed overcame reason.

Zhao Teng's eyes flashed red, and he shouted sharply, "Form the formation! Force him to his death in that dead end ahead!"

The five of them forcibly accelerated, their spiritual energy merging into a large net that enveloped Shen Feng.

Ahead, the canyon suddenly narrowed, ending at a sheer cliff.

Dead end.

Shen Feng stopped in front of the cliff.

He had his back to the crowd, his robes fluttering in the strong wind.

"Running? Why did you stop running?"

Zhao Teng and his men chased them to within ten zhang, blocking the exit in a fan shape. They were all panting heavily, but their ferocious smiles grew even more menacing.

"Boy, hand over the inheritance, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse." Zhao Teng raised his horn bow, the arrow tip pointing directly at Shen Feng's back, ready to fire.

Shen Feng slowly turned around.

His expression was eerily calm as he looked at the five menacing pursuers as if they were five dead men.

"run?"

Shen Feng spoke softly, his voice echoing clearly in the narrow canyon, reaching everyone's ears, "I brought you here simply because it's windy here, making it convenient to bury people."

"How arrogant!"

A strong sense of unease welled up in Zhao Teng's heart. Without saying another word, he loosened his grip.

"collapse!"

The spirit arrow flew out of the bow, heading straight for Shen Feng's dantian. At the same time, the magical weapons of the other four people also came crashing down.

Shen Feng stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding. He took a deep breath and raised his hands.

"call!"

A strange, yellowish-brown wind erupted from his palm.

This wind is no ordinary wind, nor is it a gale formed from spiritual energy. Rather, it is a divine wind of samadhi, originating from a primordial species, capable of captivating the soul and corroding the bones.

Although Shen Feng has only mastered a superficial understanding of the techniques, the unique terrain of this narrow canyon has compressed the wind to its limit, multiplying its power.

A yellow wind swept through, plunging the sky and earth into darkness.

The arrows and magical artifacts that were originally aimed at Shen Feng were blown away by the yellow wind and instantly lost their spiritual power, falling to the ground crookedly.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"What kind of wind is this! My soul...it hurts so much!"

A piercing scream rang out.

Zhao Teng and his group of five felt a sudden darkness before their eyes. Yellow wind pierced their eyes like steel needles, and a sinister force drilled into their consciousness through their seven orifices, causing excruciating pain to their souls.

The five men instantly lost their fighting ability, covering their eyes and rolling on the ground, howling in pain.

"Now."

Shen Feng's gaze was cold, and with a stomp of his foot, he rushed into the crowd like lightning.

"How dare you, you brat!"

Zhao Teng, after all, was at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. Despite the excruciating pain in his soul, he instinctively sensed Shen Feng's approach.

He roared, burning his life essence, and pulled out a golden talisman radiating terrifying energy from his robes.

Superior-grade Golden Sword Talisman!

This was a strike powerful enough to instantly kill a cultivator in the Refining Spirit stage.

"Go to hell!"

A burst of golden light erupted, transforming into a giant golden sword over ten feet long, carrying a world-destroying power as it slashed directly at Shen Feng.

The distance is too close; there is no way to avoid it.

Shen Feng remained expressionless, and didn't even activate the Xuan Turtle Spirit Armor he was wearing close to his body.

He simply raised his right hand, palm up, and gently lifted it up.

"Weak Water!"

A jet-black, heavy water sphere appeared out of thin air, transforming into a black water shield that blocked his way.

Of the three thousand rivers, not even a goose feather can float; all things sink.

The moment that imposing golden greatsword touched the Weak Water Shield, it was like a red-hot iron thrown into cold water.

"Sizzle!"

The golden light dimmed and melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a moment, the power of the golden sword talisman, which was enough to kill a cultivator at the Refinement God stage, was completely swallowed up by the seemingly inconspicuous black water and dissipated into specks of spiritual light.

"What...what kind of evil magic is this?!"

Zhao Teng barely managed to open his one remaining eye and saw this scene that filled him with despair.

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

Shen Feng did not answer.

He stepped over the rubble, and a mid-grade flying sword with a chilling gleam appeared in his hand.

"In the next life, be more discerning."

A flash of sword light.

"puff!"

A perfectly healthy head flew into the air, freezing the look of horror and disbelief on Zhao Teng's face forever.

The remaining four Wang family cultivators had already been blown into a daze by the Samadhi Divine Wind and were powerless to resist. Shen Feng raised his sword and brought it down as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four headless corpses lay in pools of blood.

The canyon returned to a deathly silence, with only the wind still howling.

Shen Feng sheathed his flying sword and calmly began cleaning up the battlefield.

Five storage bags, a horn bow, several usable magical artifacts, and the valuable brocade robe Zhao Teng was wearing were all stripped off by him.

Then, he flicked a spark of spiritual fire from his fingertip, igniting the corpse on the ground.

After doing all this, Shen Feng looked up at the sliver of light overhead.

"The Zhao family..."

He shook his head, putting the little incident behind him.

In this chaotic world, those who kill will always be killed. If you have the intention to kill, you should be prepared to be killed yourself.

Shen Feng straightened his robes, making sure there was no blood on his body, and then activated the "Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique".

He transformed into a wisp of green smoke, following the wind at the edge of the canyon, and instantly disappeared into the vast forest.