9th Rank Martial Artist

  At this moment, the faint smile on Lian Ji's face had completely disappeared. With each step Du Fei took, he twitched a few times, his complexion twisted to the extreme.

  Seeing the elite children in the family fall one by one like a landslide, it's all bloody and heartbreaking!

  These young masters of wealthy families, which one wasn't brought up with great pains and efforts!

  But to call it off at this moment, even Ji would not be willing! To call it off now, all the plans for today would go down the drain, and those who died before would have died in vain!

  But he didn't believe it, a guy who was only at the seventh level of body refinement three months ago, how could he break through to what realm in just three months! Unless he had already advanced to the rank of martial artist, otherwise he really didn't believe that he could persist like this.

  Maybe the next person will be able to knock it out with one punch!

  This idea surged in Lin Ji's heart and almost couldn't be stopped.

  In contrast, Du Zhentian's heart was even more turbulent! Originally, he had planned that as long as Du Fei showed signs of defeat, he would step in to save him. This way, even if Little Ai were to marry into the Lian family, this matter could still be considered somewhat understandable...

  But he never could have imagined that Du Fei would actually become this powerful!

  Ruthless and merciless, leaving no grass intact. Such tactics clearly indicate that Du Fei's killing intent has erupted. At this moment, even if it were Du Zhentian himself, he wouldn't have the confidence to call off Du Fei.

  The three elders of the Du family, at this moment, their faces were also ugly to the extreme. Although the person who died was not themselves, but seeing that they had treated someone so badly, even an eighth-grade martial artist felt a chill from head to toe.

  "Master, when did you become so powerful!" Xiaoyi almost didn't have the strength to stand up, looking at Du Fei's back, her face was filled with a dazed and infatuated expression! Originally she had planned that if Du Fei showed signs of losing, she would lend a hand to save him, but at this moment, Xiaoyi could almost be certain that even if she were to fight Du Fei herself, she probably wouldn't have the strength for a single battle!

  "What's going on?!" This thought surged in Xiao Ai's mind, almost unstoppable.

  "We're twenty-seven! Of the twelve core disciples of the Lian family, four have already fallen. The inner sect disciples are almost all dead."

  Gongsun's face had turned pale, she stared fixedly at Du Fei's back, and only let out a breath after a moment, saying softly.

  "Among those who fell, at least half of them were at the eighth level of Body Tempering. Otherwise, how could he have killed them as easily as cutting a watermelon? Unless Du Fei's younger brother has reached the ninth level of Body Tempering?"

  Even if it was Du Han, at this moment, a deep sense of fear flashed in his eyes. Although he could do what Du Fei did, he couldn't be as ruthless and efficient as Du Fei. To know that the entire Lian family was slaughtered, if any high-ranking member of the Lian family couldn't bear it and flew over to kill him, probably no one would be able to save him!

  Moreover, having killed nearly thirty people in a row, Du Fei didn't show the slightest sign of fatigue. What kind of state had he reached?

  "Is it the ninth layer of Body Tempering?" Gong Sun Hong slightly shook his head, and after a moment, hesitantly said, "I think it's not just that..."

  "Impossible!" Du Han almost shouted, and then his voice suddenly dropped, but the expression on his face was also strange to the extreme. "Three months' time, from the seventh layer of body refinement to a ninth-grade martial artist... how many people in this world can achieve that?"

  Upon hearing this, Gong Sun's mouth twitched slightly, and he then said in a low voice: "It's not that no one can do it... anyone who can do it has become a strong warrior of the Wu Zong..."

  Although these words were light, everyone in the hall heard them clearly. Wu Zong was a sixth-grade Wu Zong, and in the Da'an Dynasty, he was already an absolute existence. Even if it was the entire Da'an Dynasty, there were only a few sixth-grade Wu Zongs.

  And these people, any one of whom possesses strength that ordinary people can't even imagine! The existence of a sixth-grade martial artist is absolutely capable of bringing someone to the level of Yunshui Wujia.

  At this moment, Gong Sunhong's words implied that Du Fei had the qualifications to become Wu Zong.

  Before he had even finished speaking, countless people were once again inhaling cold air in shock.

  "Hmm——"

  Du Fei didn't hear any of the discussions in the hall, he just moved forward step by step. This time, with a single palm chop, he was blocked for the first time.

  When his move was blocked, Du Fei was also slightly surprised. His originally narrowed eyes finally slowly opened, and his somewhat indifferent gaze fell on the person in front of him. After a moment, he said with some uncertainty, "Tempering Body... Ninth Layer?"

  Du Fei didn't use any combat skills, nor did he reveal his trump card. However, every move and style in his casual attack just now contained the power of the 9th level of Body Tempering. Therefore, only someone who has reached the 9th level of Body Tempering can withstand his attacks.

  "It's finally getting interesting!" With a faint smile, Du Fei twisted his head, took a fierce step with his left foot, and swept his right foot out in mid-air.

  Someone hummed a low sound, and in their eyes, apart from vigilance, there was more astonishment and uncertainty.

  Although he barely blocked Du Fei's move, at this moment Du Fei was filled with murderous aura, and his white robe had been stained with countless red dots. With just a light smile, in his eyes it seemed like the devil itself.

  Although they can cultivate to the 9th level of Body Tempering, none of them are mentally strong. If their mental strength were any stronger, seeing their own family members being killed by others with a single blow would likely leave only half of their original strength intact. If not for the previous order from Lian Ji, many of the younger generation of the Lian Family would have probably fled in disarray by now.

  How can I be a match for the enemy now that I've lost my nerve?!

  Just as Du Fei's foot was about to sweep across his head, the man's body flashed back and retreated half a step, barely avoiding this move. However, almost in an instant, Du Fei's foot seemed to have grown several inches, and he kicked the man's face with a loud thud, causing him to stumble backward and crash into a pillar in the great hall, spitting out blood before slowly falling down.

  At this moment, even the bravest of the Lian family's descendants had lost their courage. Du Fei smiled faintly and stepped forward, but there was not a single person who dared to take another step forward.

  At this moment, anyone can understand that unless they have the strength of a 9th-grade martial artist, recklessly advancing forward is nothing but seeking death! However, even so, no one dares to leave just yet.

  "That's enough!"

  Just at this moment, Lian Ji, who was sitting at the head of the table, could no longer sit still. The wine cup in his hand was crushed by him, and immediately a loud shout rose up like thunder, shaking the entire hall, causing everything to sway slightly.

  Upon hearing Lian Ji's words, the remaining younger members of the Lian family exchanged a glance with each other, then let out a shout and scattered in all directions like defeated soldiers. Among them were even several women who had not run halfway before they began to sob uncontrollably.

  At this moment, Lian's family face was trampled on by Du Fei as if it had been brutally stepped on several times.

  As for Lian Ji's words, Du Fei reacted as if he hadn't heard them at all, and continued to move forward, now only about ten steps away from the disapproving face of Lian Zhen.

  His right hand slammed onto the desktop, his chest heaving constantly, the killing intent in his eyes boiling to an extreme.

  "Haha! Lian Ge, it's a bit excessive for juniors to compete with each other, but what can you do... However, if Lian Ge were to take action because of this, I'm afraid it would lead to an all-out war between our two families, which wouldn't be good at all... Haha, don't you think?" Seeing that Lian Ji seemed to have the intention of taking action, Du Zhentian smiled and drank his wine, speaking in a calm tone.

  "Zhen Tian brother, you're laughing at this, a matter between juniors, even I wouldn't stoop to that level to take action, they're dead, it's only because they themselves didn't master their skills well, can't blame others!" With a tone of gnashing teeth, Lian Ji felt like he almost crushed his yellow teeth, after a moment, he said in a low voice that only Lian Zhen could hear: "If you can't kill this little brat, then don't bother coming to see me again!"

  Lian Zhen's whole body shook violently, and he came to from his stunned state. His eyes met Du Fei's, which finally showed a hint of solemnity.

  Originally, he thought that as a 9th rank martial artist, killing Du Fei would be like killing a dog!

  But at this moment he realized that he was wrong. What Du Fei could do, even if he could do it, might not be as neat and efficient as him!

  At this moment, Lian Zhen already regards Du Fei as his arch-nemesis!

  Du Fei finally took the last step, standing on the high platform in the hall with one foot. Although he was surrounded by top executives of the Lian family, his face didn't show any unusual color, and he just smiled faintly at Lian Zhen, saying: "If you want to marry Xiao Ai, you need to get past me first... I'll let you make the first move, considering how pathetic you look. If you can kill me, not only will Xiao Ai be yours, but my corpse will also be her dowry."

  Although the tone is calm, the taste in the words makes one's hair stand on end.

  Upon hearing this, Lian Zhen's face also slightly contorted, but he was after all not an ordinary person. He merely took a slight breath and his complexion recovered somewhat. Then, he coldly said: "If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, I can still spare your life!"

  "Are you sure?" Du Fei's smile was ambiguous, his gaze sweeping slowly around.

  Seeing this, Chen's face stiffened again. Things had developed to the point where he had no choice but to kill Du Fei on the spot or die himself. Otherwise, not to mention taking a concubine, the anger within his family would be enough to burn him to ashes.

  "You're asking for trouble, don't blame me!" With a faint cold snort, he took a deep breath, and a faint white glow emanated from his body. His figure moved swiftly and smoothly, like flowing clouds and water, as he suddenly charged towards Du Fei. At this moment, the power of a 9th-grade martial artist was revealed without a doubt.

  At almost the same time, Du Fei's palm lightly touched something, and his body suddenly retreated backwards. In just one breath, a white light also appeared on his body...

  "He's indeed a 9th rank martial artist!"

  At this moment, countless gasps of amazement echoed in the hearts of numerous people.