After You Broke Off the Engagement, I Broke Through Twelve Realms in a Single Day! - Chapter 47:

Chapter 47: You Truly Lack Talent

Li Feng looked up at the star map covering the sky, a mocking smile curling his lips, “Big dipper leads to death? Unfortunately, you haven’t even grasped the Southern Dipper’s control over life.”

As he spoke, a gray mist suddenly surged around him.

Within the mist, countless insect and serpent-like figures wriggled, producing a chilling rustling sound like ghosts gnawing on bones.

“Heavenly Profound Triple Transformation—Insect Serpent Form!”

The gray mist rapidly spread, and Li Feng’s figure transformed into countless hair-thin gray threads.

The falling starlight rained down but merely passed through the gray threads as if through phantoms, blasting deep pits dozens of meters into the ground without harming Li Feng at all.

“Impossible?!” The white-robed disciple’s pupils shrank. “The Big Dipper Star Shift Formation can seal off space—how could he escape?”

Suddenly, the gray threads converged into a flood and surged along the star force’s trajectory in reverse.

A blue-robed disciple screamed as gray threads burrowed into his seven orifices, causing his skin to bulge with squirming lumps. In an instant, he collapsed like a hollowed-out sack.

“Junior Brother!” The purple-robed woman nearby screamed, slashing her sword, igniting purple flames to cut at the gray threads.

The flames burned away the threads, but more had silently wrapped around her ankles.

“Ah—!”

With a shrill scream, the purple-robed woman rapidly shriveled before everyone’s eyes.

The remaining five disciples panicked and hurriedly changed formation.

The star map reversed, transforming into a silver shield that enveloped them.

The gray flood circled outside the shield before reforming into Li Feng’s figure.

He pressed his right palm gently against the shield, a strange insect pattern glowing on his palm, and softly chanted, “Break for me.”

“Crack!!”

A crisp shattering sound, like porcelain breaking, rang out in everyone’s ears.

The star power shield, capable of withstanding peak Martial Venerable attacks, shattered like an eggshell into countless light fragments.

Before the black-robed disciple closest to him could react, Li Feng had already grabbed his throat.

Fear filled the disciple’s eyes as his face turned purple from lack of oxygen, overwhelmed by despair.

What kind of monster had they provoked? At barely thirty years old, Li Feng could kill Martial Venerables as easily as butchering dogs!

Even their combined formation couldn’t trouble him in the slightest!

“The Heavenly Profound Sect sure raises a bunch of trash!”

Li Feng dragged the disciple’s face close, smiling coldly, “Weren’t you the one barking the loudest earlier? Why aren’t you barking now?”

“…Grr…no…” The black-robed disciple weakly struggled, desperately trying to beg for mercy, but his eyes were filled with regret.

If he had known they were dealing with such a monster, he would have never gotten involved.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Li Feng had always believed in eliminating threats at the root.

Expressionless, he slowly tightened his grip, maximizing the disciple’s terror before twisting his neck at a bizarre angle, extinguishing all life from his eyes.

The remaining few disciples were terrified out of their minds. Three of them suddenly turned their swords on themselves, stabbing into their hearts. Blood spurted, forming crimson runes in the air.

“Blood Escape Technique!”

They had only one thought: escape!

Even becoming crippled was better than dying at the hands of this monster!

In a flash of blood light, the three vanished.

Li Feng didn’t chase them; his eyes only showed mockery.

In the Heavenly Profound Sect, hierarchy was absolute. Anyone who dared attack an inner disciple would be hunted to the ends of the earth.

No need for Li Feng to dirty his hands—it would only lower his stature.

With no one left to obstruct him, Li Feng walked slowly over the rubble, radiating the air of a victor, toward the now-helpless Zhang Tianba.

Each of Li Feng’s steps felt like a hammer pounding on Zhang Tianba’s heart, causing his pupils to tremble.

Looking at Li Feng was like seeing the reaper approaching, and Li Feng’s footsteps sounded like his death knell.

“Li Feng, you’re young, don’t be rash. If anything happens to me, the Heavenly Profound Sect won’t let you off!” Zhang Tianba crawled backward desperately like a dying dog, trying to threaten Li Feng into hesitating.

“You overthink it. Killing you is justified. The Heavenly Profound Sect won’t kill me—they might even reward me,” Li Feng said, a meaningful smile tugging at his lips.

The status gap between an inner disciple and an outer disciple was like heaven and earth. Killing Zhang Tianba was no worse than stepping on an ant.

Li Feng soon stood over Zhang Tianba, looking down coldly. With one stomp, he crippled both of Zhang Tianba’s legs.

His eyes were icy as he raised his hand, ready to end Zhang Tianba’s life.

“Madman! You’re a complete madman!” Zhang Tianba shook his head frantically and stretched out his hands toward a white-robed inner disciple nearby, pleading desperately, “Senior Brother Xiao, save me! I’ll tell you the secret Elder Tan told me if you save me!”

“You should’ve begged earlier. Look at the mess you’ve made, such a disgrace to the Heavenly Profound Sect.”

A white figure descended lightly, casually grabbing Li Feng’s fist, and glanced disdainfully at the wretched Zhang Tianba.

“My friend, mercy where possible. Why not take a step back?” Xiao Wuhen said with a faint smile. Though he spoke mildly, there was an undeniable authority in his tone.

He lightly pointed his fan at Li Feng’s chest, his threat clear.

Li Feng’s eyes narrowed. From Xiao Wuhen’s body, he felt the aura of a 9th stage Martial Venerable Realm expert—and a strange sense of familiarity, like two tigers recognizing each other.

Li Feng had never felt this with anyone before. Was there something similar between him and the white-robed man?

Though suspicious, Li Feng remained expressionless, returning a cold stare, “We’re both at the 9th stage. What are you putting on airs for?”

“Do you know how hard I worked to get here? How can you shamelessly ask me to step back? Why don’t you step back?”

“How dare you! Do you know who he is?” Zhang Tianba shouted, shocked at Li Feng’s disrespect.

“A frog in a well, unaware of death!” he thought furiously. How dare Li Feng act arrogant before a Heavenly Profound Sect inner disciple!

“What do I care who he is?” Li Feng sneered. “Is he your father or something?”

Xiao Wuhen raised his hand, signaling Zhang Tianba to shut up. He looked at Li Feng with interest and said, “Li Feng, right? You’re not bad, but…”

“But what?” Li Feng circulated his energy, readying the Heaven and Man Mirror in his dantian.

“But you shouldn’t have offended someone from the Heavenly Profound Sect,” Xiao Wuhen sighed, then struck.

“You especially shouldn’t be arrogant before me!”

A crushing pressure erupted, like dark clouds bearing down, forcing the entire city to its knees!

Li Feng felt the space around him tighten, slowing his movements.

A spirit-grade martial technique!

Startled, he immediately activated the Heaven and Man Mirror. With a flash of mirror light, he broke free.

“Hmm?” Xiao Wuhen showed slight surprise. “Interesting.”

Realizing he was facing a true powerhouse, Li Feng didn’t dare be careless. He immediately operated the fourth layer of the Heaven and Man Record, golden patterns glowing on his body.

“Heaven and Man Separation!”

With a low shout, Li Feng’s aura completely detached from the heavens and earth, breaking free from Xiao Wuhen’s suppression.

Xiao Wuhen’s interest deepened. “Fascinating divine ability—but still not enough.”

He pointed, unleashing a thousand-zhang-long sword beam, descending like a silver river toward Li Feng.

“In the face of absolute strength, all resistance is futile.”

Xiao Wuhen wore a proud smile. “Unless you have a spirit body, even with equal martial techniques, you can’t match my strength!”

Li Feng barely dodged. The beam evaporated a tower behind him instantly.

“So powerful!” Li Feng’s heart tightened, realizing today’s battle wouldn’t be easy.

Xiao Wuhen chuckled, “Li Feng, I’ll give you a chance. Hand over your cultivation technique, and I’ll spare your life—maybe even recommend you to the Heavenly Profound Sect.”

He vaguely recognized that Li Feng’s technique was connected to a Martial Saint from their sect.

If he could get it, even if he didn’t practice it himself, giving it to Saintess Yao Xi would earn him tremendous rewards—and maybe even her favor.

Li Feng coldly laughed, “You want my technique? Let’s see if you have the skill to take it!”

“Stubborn fool.” Xiao Wuhen’s face darkened. He clapped his hands, and a golden seal spun rapidly between his palms.

“Heavenly Profound Demon-Suppressing Seal!”

The sky darkened as a thousand-zhang mountain descended!

Golden runes flowed over the mountain, emitting a terrifying aura like a falling star. Even before it landed, Luoxing City trembled, sinking dozens of meters under the pressure!

That was the terror of a spirit-grade martial technique—just its residual energy could suppress an entire city!

Li Feng looked up at the approaching mountain, but his eyes remained fearless.

Taking a deep breath, he poured all his energy into the Heaven and Man Mirror.

“Mirror of the Great Thousand!”

A massive mirror floated above Li Feng’s head, rippling like water as it absorbed the falling mountain.

“What?” Xiao Wuhen finally showed real shock, but soon his surprise turned to joy. “This… This really is the Heaven and Man Mirror!”

Li Feng formed a sword with his fingers, pointing to the sky, and coldly shouted, “Take it back!”

The Heaven and Man Mirror blazed like a sun, ejecting the absorbed mountain back toward Xiao Wuhen!

Caught off guard, Xiao Wuhen raised a protective aura but was blasted thousands of meters back, his white robes stained with dust.

“Good! Very good!” Xiao Wuhen laughed in anger. “A mere Martial Venerable dares injure me!”

Zhang Tianba cackled gloatingly, “You’re finished! Hurt Senior Brother Xiao, and not even a Martial Saint can save you!”

“He’s nothing. How could he even be compared to a Martial Saint?” Li Feng said disdainfully.

After regaining his composure, Xiao Wuhen smiled arrogantly, “Let me introduce myself. I am an inner disciple of the Heavenly Profound Sect.”

He emphasized “inner disciple” as if it was an unattainable glory.

He had always been most proud of this status—even Martial Saints would show him respect.

He thought revealing his identity would make Li Feng kneel and beg.

But reality disappointed him.

Li Feng wasn’t shocked at all. Instead, he sneered with disdain, “So you’re just an inner disciple at your age? Truly useless.”