This was the mental assault of the Fourth-level Killing Technique, Blood Saber!
When unleashed by fourteen Fifth-level Martial Artists at once, its power was so immense it could instantly strip an ordinary opponent of the same level of all will to resist.
However, facing the overwhelming illusion of a Sea of Blood, Qin Feng’s gaze didn’t waver in the slightest.
He didn’t even entertain the thought of resisting, merely issuing a cold command in his mind.
’Activate.’
HUMMM!
A faint energy resonance hummed from the groove on his chest plate.
The Imperial Army Type III Spiritual Barrier Module, worth ten thousand Contribution Points, was instantly activated!
A spectral blue Energy Barrier, nearly invisible to the naked eye, enveloped Qin Feng’s entire body in an instant, like an invisible eggshell.
The moment the surging Sea of Blood illusion and the soul-rending killing Will made contact with the spectral blue barrier, it was like a red-hot iron plunged into ice water. With a SIZZLE, all the illusions and the entire mental assault were swept away, dissipating into nothingness.
Within a ten-thousandth of a second, the world before him returned to clarity.
It was still the same fortress with its blazing bonfire, and the same fourteen Fanatics clutching their Battle Sabers, their faces twisted and ferocious.
The fanaticism and cruelty on their faces had yet to fade. In their eyes, Qin Feng and Wen Muyun should have been trapped in the mire of the illusion, completely at their mercy.
They were wrong.
"Die."
The single, cold word escaped Qin Feng’s lips.
He moved.
With no wasted motion, facing the three Fanatics charging him head-on, he didn’t use the Dragon Koi Long Spear in his hands to block or dodge. Instead, with an even more domineering and brutally direct method, he thrust it forward!
It wasn’t a thrust with the tip. Instead, he used the entire spear shaft to unleash the ultimate killing move, one that integrated the Will of every killing technique he had ever mastered!
Imperial Throne!
BOOM!!!
A muffled boom ripped through the air.
An invisible, supreme authority and Will, like that of an Emperor personally putting down a rebellion, erupted from the spear.
The moment the three Fanatics’ Blood-Colored Battle Sabers came into contact with this Will, the murderous aura imbued in them was instantly overwhelmed and crushed.
Immediately after, a terrifying and irresistible force slammed solidly into their chest plates.
CRACK!
The patchwork power armor on the three men caved in and shattered in an instant, like rotten wood struck by a battering ram.
They didn’t even have time to scream before their entire chests, organs and all, were pulverized into a bloody pulp by the incomparably domineering force.
Three soulless bodies were sent flying backward like broken sacks, slamming heavily against the container wall behind them before slumping to the ground, utterly silent.
One strike, three kills!
The sheer ferocity of the act gave even the remaining Fanatics pause, their frenzy faltering for a moment.
And in that brief moment of hesitation, another shadow of death descended.
Wen Muyun’s figure moved like a phantom. Her twin blades carved two hauntingly beautiful silver arcs through the air, slicing precisely and ruthlessly across the necks of two Fanatics.
The neck guards of their power armor were sturdy, but before her blades—infused with immense vitality and the pure essence of her killing techniques—they were as fragile as paper.
SHLICK!
Two helmeted heads shot into the air, and the blood that gushed from the severed necks looked almost beautiful, glinting in the firelight.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
After a moment of shock, the remaining Fanatics erupted into even more frenzied roars and closed in from all sides.
Qin Feng’s gaze remained cold. With a flick of his wrist, his Long Spear became a flash of soul-stealing lightning. Moving second but striking first, it aimed with unerring precision at an Elite Believer attempting a sneak attack from the right.
Spear Technique—Wind and Thunder Chasing Shadow!
This thrust reached the pinnacle of speed, combining the unpredictability of the wind with the ferocity of thunder.
The Fanatic saw only a flash of lightning. He couldn’t even perceive the Long Spear’s trajectory before an irresistible, terrifying force pierced the spot between his eyes.
The spear tip effortlessly pierced his helmet. A violent force then erupted within his skull, scrambling his brain and central nervous system into a complete paste.
Simultaneously, Qin Feng released his left hand from the spear, clenching it into a fist and ramming his elbow backward into the ribs of another Fanatic pouncing from behind.
The Will of the Imperial Throne erupted once more!
The armor on the Fanatic’s side instantly twisted and buckled. He was sent flying sideways as if struck by a high-speed vehicle, half his body reduced to mincemeat.
The slaughter was efficient and cold.
The coordination between Qin Feng and Wen Muyun was nothing short of seamless.
Qin Feng fought with wide, sweeping movements. Every swing of his Long Spear left a trail of carnage, the tyrannical Will of the Imperial Throne crushing everything in its path, while swift and deadly techniques like Wind and Thunder Chasing Shadow and Flowing Light Chasing Shadow were used to pick off enemies attempting to flank or ambush him.
He was like a tireless war machine, a perfect embodiment of the art of violence.
Wen Muyun, on the other hand, was like an elegant dancer of death. Her Body Technique was fluid and nimble, allowing her to appear in the most unexpected places. With a flourish of her twin blades, she struck only the most vulnerable points—necks, joints, eyes—and every attack claimed a life.
Less than a minute passed.
When Qin Feng’s final sweep sliced the last Fanatic—and his saber—in two at the waist, no one else inside the fortress was left standing.