His facial features were almost completely gone, transformed by Zou Feng into a Wuxiang Emperor.
But the Life Force of a Seventh Grade Martial Artist was truly tenacious. After collapsing to the ground, Xiang Kang didn’t die immediately. Instead, he clung to life, barely breathing.
Seeing this, Zou Feng picked up the plaque he had just carried in—the one engraved with "Gathering Hall"—and tossed it onto Xiang Kang’s body.
Then he raised his palm, ready to strike, and shouted to Deng Guangxin, who was still locked in a fierce battle with Bian Yixia, "Hey, Deng!"
Deng Guangxin couldn’t possibly have missed Luo Fei and Xiang Kang’s bloodcurdling screams just now, which meant his focus wasn’t entirely on his grueling fight with Bian Yixia.
"Your Black Flood Dragon Gang is finished!"
With that, he struck palm after palm, leaving horrifying dents in the plaque and completely pulverizing Xiang Kang into a pulp.
This situation had only come about because, in the end, they had all misjudged Zou Feng’s strength.
If Xiang Kang and Luo Fei had joined forces and attacked with all their might from the start, the final outcome wouldn’t have changed, but they could have at least depleted a good amount of Zou Feng’s Inner Qi.
The best course of action would have been for Deng Guangxin to join in as well, all three of them fighting together...
Watching Xiang Kang get beaten to death, Deng Guangxin didn’t fly into a rage. Instead, he grinned, a look of excitement on his face.
Ever since his return, Deng Guangxin had almost always worn an apathetic, wooden expression, as if nothing could possibly interest him.
So, for him to suddenly be laughing so gleefully was about as abnormal as it could get.
Of course, this also showed that he wasn’t panicking at all. On the contrary, he was thrilled by the hunt, ecstatic that a worthy opponent had finally appeared.
Seeing Deng Guangxin’s attention waver, Bian Yixia naturally wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip.
She brought her Double Hammers together and smashed them down with a roar.
"Get out of my way!"
In response, Deng Guangxin just stomped his foot hard. The phantom image of a wheel appeared and blasted Bian Yixia away.
Bian Yixia adjusted her posture in mid-air and landed steadily. Just as she was about to charge again, a sweet taste filled her throat.
"PFFT—"
A mouthful of dark blood sprayed out, impossible to hold back any longer.
Only then did she realize that even though she hadn’t taken a direct hit, Deng Guangxin’s "Rotating Wheel Force" had already inflicted a serious internal injury.
In other words, Deng Guangxin had just been toying with her the whole time, like a cat playing with a mouse...
But that was perfectly normal. This was never a fair duel to begin with.
Bian Yixia knew very well that her Six Harmonies Reincarnation Skill had flaws. Even after absorbing Song Sixing, it couldn’t have been perfected all at once.
Deng Guangxin, on the other hand, was at Half-Step Gang Qi and had already absorbed all his other disciples.
"Zou Feng... you... be careful!"
Her internal injury left Bian Yixia unable to fight any longer, and she realized she seemed to have made a huge mistake.
She had also misjudged Zou Feng’s strength.
’If I had known, why did I make such a tragic, dramatic stand earlier?!’
But she couldn’t blame Zou Feng. After all, he had made himself perfectly clear at the time. She was the one who hadn’t believed him...
Just then, Zou Feng walked in front of Bian Yixia, shielding her behind him.
"Miss, do you want him dead or alive?" Zou Feng asked without turning his head.
"Huh?" Bian Yixia didn’t understand what Zou Feng meant at first.
Zou Feng pointed at Deng Guangxin. "To absorb this bastard’s Inner Qi, wouldn’t it be more convenient if he’s still alive?"
In their original plan, after the rebellion succeeded, Bian Yixia was supposed to turn around and absorb Deng Guangxin.
Bian Yixia never expected that even now, he hadn’t forgotten...
"Alive..."
"Alright!"
"Thank you!"
Bian Yixia said this "thank you" with a tremor in her voice.
Ever since joining the Black Flood Dragon Gang, Bian Yixia had been all about "righteousness and loyalty" with everyone around her.
But unexpectedly, the two people she had been closest to, Deng Guangxin and Xiang Kang, didn’t just lack righteousness—they didn’t even show a shred of kinship.
Yet, Bian Yixia finally realized she hadn’t been wrong after all.
It’s useless to talk about loyalty with beasts; you have to show it to people to get a response.
Staring at Zou Feng’s back, Bian Yixia felt a sense of security she had never known since she first began her martial arts training.
"HAHAHAHA..."
The exchange between Zou Feng and Bian Yixia about his life and death made Deng Guangxin burst out laughing.
He laughed and laughed, even clutching his stomach as if it hurt.
After all, it had been many years since he had laughed so heartily.
Zou Feng was smiling too, but just a slight smile as he slowly walked toward Deng Guangxin.
"I have to thank you two little things. Amusing, this is just too amusing!"
Deng Guangxin paid no mind to Zou Feng approaching him and continued, "You don’t really think that just because you killed those two weaklings, you can handle me too and play the hero, do you?"
Zou Feng chuckled. "Cut the crap. I just don’t like the look of you!"
"Oh? As a Poison Cultivator, you’re not hiding in the distance releasing more poison, but actively approaching me instead?" Deng Guangxin’s eyes held a mocking look.
But he wasn’t being too arrogant. Behind him, six wheels with different patterns had already begun to slowly rotate.
And behind Zou Feng, a phantom Lotus naturally appeared as well.
In this incredibly tense atmosphere, the two men came together, stopping just two paces apart.
Bian Yixia, watching this scene in a daze, was so nervous she didn’t dare to breathe.
She knew that, by the looks of it, neither man seemed interested in playing any more games.
The kind of fight that starts with probing attacks and continues with a constant back-and-forth of moves and counters was unlikely to happen.
Instead, they were going to have a direct, head-on clash.
This meant the battle wouldn’t last long. The victor would be decided quickly.
In truth, when experts cross hands, even if they slowly probe and counter each other, a single careless mistake can still lead to total defeat.