একশো বত্রিশ অধ্যায়: এই ব্যক্তিকে হত্যা করা উচিত

numerous astonished gazes converged upon Situ Feng; in the eyes of the onlookers, it was Lu Feng who should have been defeated.

But the result was beyond expectations.

"You do have some ability; I was careless. But if I can hold my place in the top ten of the outer sect, how could I have only such paltry means?"

Situ Feng’s expression was grim. He climbed up from the ground, a chilling aura permeating his entire body. Today’s battle was not merely for revenge; it had become a battle for his honor. If he could not even defeat a newcomer, he would be mocked by thousands even in death.

"Situ Feng has been forced to use his trump card. Once he unleashes it, even those in the top five of the outer sect would be no match for him."

High above in the clouds, two figures stood: Elder Xie and the Lone Swordsman, both observing the outcome of the battle. The Lone Swordsman held a unique status; he was a disciple of Elder Nine-Swords and possessed a distinguished position.

"Ice God Physique, obliterate everything!"

With Situ Feng as the center, waves of icy storms surged outward. His body shimmered with an icy radiance, and a massive statue of an ice deity manifested behind him. The statue looked down upon the world as if it were a god indifferent to the lives of mortals, towering high above.

"End it. This is my true power."

Situ Feng spoke coldly. Within a ten-meter radius around him, the air froze instantly. He shook his head with indifference, having already passed a death sentence upon Lu Feng.

"What Ice God Physique? It is merely a special constitution capable of controlling ice and snow." Lu Feng chuckled. This so-called Ice God Physique was slightly inferior to Du Fan’s Thunderstorm Physique.

"How dare you insult the Ice God Physique! You truly deserve to die."

Suddenly, Situ Feng struck out with a palm; the void rapidly froze, the ice spreading toward Lu Feng.

"Hah!"

Lu Feng flicked a finger. A vortex at his fingertip faintly distorted the space as it shot forth.

Boom!

The light from his finger collided with the ice in mid-air, shattering it into crystalline snowflakes.

"Die!"

In an instant, Situ Feng rushed forward like a blizzard with incomparable speed. He struck thirteen times in the air, merging them into one fearsome palm strike that roared toward his opponent.

"Just in time!"

Lu Feng sneered. Facing this terrifying onslaught, he stepped forward and threw a punch, causing the very heavens to howl.

The force of eighteen flying dragons was a level of power usually only attainable by those in the Profound Mansion Realm, excluding certain monstrosities. The ice palm was shattered by Lu Feng without suspense, yet a strange smile appeared on Situ Feng’s face.

As the fist and palm made contact, a freezing force struck Lu Feng’s body, and in a heartbeat, he was encased in a thick layer of solid ice.

The crowd below was shocked; they had not expected Situ Feng to possess the power to freeze a person solid. With this, the outcome seemed certain.

"The battle is decided."

Situ Feng laughed wildly, and the ice giant behind him unleashed a palm print along with him. Even if the ice could only trap Lu Feng for a few seconds, it was enough for him to slay his foe.

"The outcome is not yet decided!"

A crimson glow emerged from Lu Feng’s body. A fierce and oppressive power surged forth, his internal blood essence flowing like thunder, accompanied by the sound of rhythmic blood-pulsing. The Blood Wheel Meridians rotated like tree rings, surging and dissolving the chilling energy until he returned to normal.

At that instant, Lu Feng lifted his finger, and endless beams of light surged toward Situ Feng.

Bang!

One strike shattered Situ Feng’s attack, and the light pierced a bloodied hole through his palm.

"Damn you!" Situ Feng bellowed, his ice energy becoming even more ferocious.

The massive battle platform was once again shrouded in ice and snow. Both men unleashed their strongest auras, engaging in a clash of incomparable power.

"Let’s go. There is no point in watching any longer." An inner sect disciple’s eyes flickered as he shook his head.

"Why leave? Their battle is at its most intense moment," another inner sect disciple asked, confused.

"When Situ Feng’s ice power failed to subdue him, he had already lost."

Those inner sect disciples then left the platform.

Sure enough, after dozens of exchanges, Lu Feng sent Situ Feng flying with a single punch, leaving him limp on the ground.

"How could this be? I actually lost."

Situ Feng fell heavily from the air onto the hard platform, most of the bones in his body shattered, unable to muster any strength to fight again. He had lost this battle, and he had lost miserably.

"Situ Feng actually lost. Will this Lu Feng really kill him?" The disciples below were shocked, unable to believe it. They waited to see if Lu Feng would truly deal a lethal blow. If Situ Feng, the ninth-ranked outer sect disciple, truly died on the platform, the news would shake the entire outer sect.

Everyone gazed at the youth on the platform, their hearts filled with complex emotions.

"According to the agreement, only one can walk off the Life-Death Platform alive."

Lu Feng would not grant Situ Feng a chance to survive. He raised a finger and, in a flash, pointed it toward Situ Feng.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed through the air. Lu Feng paused, retracting his finger as he looked toward the distant horizon where two figures were rapidly approaching.

"Lu Han."

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes. One of the figures was indeed Lu Han, while the other was surrounded by an icy chill, his furious face indicating a deep connection to Situ Feng.

"Cousin Situ Long."

Situ Feng let out a long breath, having just escaped the gates of hell; his body was drenched in cold sweat. Looking at Lu Feng, a cold sneer appeared on his lips. Even an inner sect disciple had arrived; did this man dare to move now?

"Ninth brother, I never expected that in less than a year at the Heaven Gate, you would have the strength to defeat Situ Feng. As your second brother, I am ashamed."

Lu Han smiled, though his eyes did not reach his lips. A chill flashed briefly in his gaze. Lu Feng’s growth astonished him, even shocked him. With such talent, it was no wonder his mother had tried to poison him, and no wonder his uncle, Lin Baye, paid such close attention to him.

"Is there something you need?" Lu Feng’s expression remained calm, yet his eyes held a sharp, cold glint. Those who come with ill intent rarely bring good news.

The inner sect disciple named Situ Long said coldly, "Do me a favor and spare Situ Feng, and I will overlook your crimes."

Crimes?

Lu Feng found it laughable. Everything had been provoked by the Situ family, and he had merely responded. Now, he was the one at fault? What a ridiculous claim.

"Today, as your second brother, I am speaking. You may take Situ Feng away," Lu Han said, his words sharp like a hidden blade, acting as if he could decide for Lu Feng.

"What right do you have to decide for me?"

Lu Feng’s gaze sank. If he were truly his brother, would he stand on someone else’s side and rebuke him?

"Do you not even want to listen to the words of your second brother?" Lu Han’s expression darkened. "With your talent, entering the inner sect is only a matter of time, and the Situ family holds considerable power within the inner sect."

A threat. Lu Han was using his influence to intimidate him.

"Do you think I would spare Situ Feng just because of your few words?" Lu Feng raised an eyebrow, unmoved.

Hearing this, Situ Long’s fury surged. His Profound Mansion power descended like a heavy mountain. "What do you think you’re doing! Are you really going to strike?"

The intent to threaten was obvious; Situ Long was using his status to suppress him. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Lu Feng’s heart of martial arts was like bedrock, unbreakable.

"Let me ask one thing: is the outcome of the Life-Death Platform decided by the victor?"

Lu Feng roared toward the sky. His questioning voice circled the heavens and did not fade for a long time.

A moment later, a voice replied, "On the Life-Death Platform, whether one lives or dies, no one is allowed to interfere. Otherwise, this Elder will execute them immediately."

"This disciple understands," Lu Feng said with a cold smile.

"You dare!" Situ Long’s eyes bulged with rage as he shouted again.

"This man must be executed!"

Lu Feng’s finger traced an arc through the air, flashing with icy light. He brushed the sharp edge against the terrified Situ Feng’s throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Situ Feng stopped breathing instantly.

"You are very good. I will remember you. When you ascend to the inner sect, I will make you pay."

The sect had rules: inner sect disciples were not allowed to strike outer sect disciples, or they would be stripped of their cultivation and expelled. Thus, Situ Long could only watch helplessly. His gaze, burning with fury, fell upon Lu Feng.

He then picked up Situ Feng’s corpse and transformed into a streak of light, leaving the platform.

"Ninth brother, you are truly bold beyond measure."

Lu Han looked cold, following Situ Long as he left.

"In this battle, Lu Feng is the victor!" Elder Xie announced from the void; even he had not expected Lu Feng to win so smoothly.