A figure in the distance flickered into view, and the plump Mílè promptly sensed it, immediately directing his flying sword to launch an attack. Click...thud... The sword struck precisely through Qin Feng's chest, pinning him firmly to a large stone. "Hah! Young man, you thought by hiding behind me you'd go unnoticed?" Mílè laughed with great pride, swaying his wrist where a bracelet rested. "Let me tell you honestly—this bracelet enables me to see what's behind me!" Qin Feng struggled, yet he could not free himself as he was firmly pinned to the stone. Mílè continued, "You're wasting your efforts. My sword is specially crafted—without my command, no one can break free. You'll have to accept it. Of course, if you're willing to surrender your physical form, your spiritual essence can escape. Try it yourself!" "Pardon me, it's common knowledge that once a cultivator's physical body is destroyed, their spirit essence is left only to suffer—nothing more. Seeing Qin Feng remained silent, I added, 'What about the girl you were with? You should have gone with her—perhaps you could have found an opportunity to attack me. Instead, you've come all alone to die. Are you so in pain that you can't even speak?' After all, that wasn't Qin Feng himself—how could he possibly speak? He was merely a manifestation of Jin Ting Mu. The real Qin, the young lord, had already advanced close to ten meters toward Ban Mili. 'Well, you're really not saying a word,' Ban Mili remarked, stepping forward with a brisk stride. Suddenly, Qin burst forth from the side, his flying sword striking precisely at Ban Mili's chest, followed immediately by a powerful kick from his right foot. That foot was infused with spiritual energy—enough to shatter stone. Thud… The plump Miler was kicked backward, his chest pierced by the Qingjing sword, leaving a terrifying gash of blood. Pffft… He crashed to the ground, blood gushing wildly from his wounds. He couldn’t understand why there were two Qin Fengs. Looking up, he saw that the Qin Feng pinned to the stone was still struggling desperately. “Haha, isn’t that strange?” said Qin the Young, walking up from behind, holding a Jinting盂 in his hands, smiling. “Let me tell you—this thing can create lifelike scenes. You’ve been fooled!” Miler’s lips bled, his eyes wide. “The Jinting盂—wasn’t that the magical artifact of Han Yuxuan? How come it’s in your hands!” Qin the Young shrugged. “Well, you’re right—being a hotel owner, you’ve certainly seen your share of the world. Go ask Han Yuxuan yourself. He’s waiting for you at the King of the Underworld. Staring at me, huh? Still not convinced?” “You’ve killed Han Yuxuan,” Miler asked. "Since you've already figured it out, I can't let you live." He smiled with deeper meaning. "Indeed, he wanted to cause me trouble, but I killed him—just like now, just like you. Your outcomes are the same!" The plump Mílè's body began to tremble. "Friend, I feel there's a misunderstanding between us. How about we set this matter aside? Don't forget, I still have my allies. Without my assistance, you'll never leave this place a step!" Qin Feng reached out to catch the returning Qinggang sword. "Your allies have already fallen. And I know how to control the mist—aren't you referring to that stone mill disk? So, I won't need your help anymore. Go find Han Yuxuan and rest assured—you and he will surely enjoy a great conversation!" The plump Mílè was even more astonished. He hadn't expected the young servant to die so quickly. To be sure, though the young waiter might seem unimpressive, he was no novice in cultivation and possessed mid-level strength at the stage of Perfected Transformation. Given that Qin Feng remained unharmed, it clearly indicated that his own strength far surpassed that of the waiter. Qin, however, had no idea that his own rank was merely at the peak of Perfected Transformation. His successful maneuver had been largely due to the surprise attack. Just like Master Pu, whose rank was one level above Qin Feng's mid-level, yet who still suffered severe injuries upon first encounter. "Young man," the elder said solemnly, "are you truly determined to make it a matter of life or death?" "For those who harbor ill intentions," Qin said coldly, "I will never grant them a chance to reform. What you call a settlement of accounts is merely a temporary arrangement. Once you've recovered from this blow, will you still treat me so politely?" Exposed to the truth of his intentions, Master Pu flushed deeply and roared, "Then let it be a mutual extinction! Who knows who will ultimately prevail?" "Qin Feng waved his hand and said, 'I'm certain it's going to be you who dies!' 'Ah, watch this!' The fat Mílè's flying sword clearly stood a whole tier above Qin Feng's Qinggāng sword, cutting through the air with a sharp, resonant sound, rushing toward him. Qin, the young lord, remained calm and composed, directing his Qinggāng sword to meet it head-on. Thud... The two swords collided, sparks flying wildly. The Qinggāng sword was knocked back swiftly, clearly outmatched in the direct confrontation. The fat Mílè regained confidence, realizing his opponent was a master of flying sword techniques—something he now found manageable. With steady pressure, he could wear him down and eventually defeat him. Qin Feng fought while retreating, not overly concerned with immediate gains or losses. After all, there was a large wound in his opponent's chest—blood loss would surely prove fatal. What could be more exciting than that? Soon, both adapted to this style of flying sword versus flying sword combat, unaware that this was precisely Qin Feng's strategy. Mai Li's full attention was on the flying sword. He was completely unaware that Qin, the young lord, was silently reciting something under his breath. Ice spear. An ice spear over two feet long descended from the sky—this was the technique Lin Caiwei had used previously against the gene-based humanoid creatures. He found it highly practical and, after that, insisted on learning it from Lin, the beautiful lady, for several days. Undoubtedly, Qin, the young lord, is a bright and quick learner—he had mastered it effortlessly. When Mai Li heard a sharp crack overhead, he instinctively stepped sideways. However, while his head cleared, his body failed to avoid the impact—the ice spear struck him squarely in the chest. At the moment the shield of spiritual energy was pierced, the spear shattered into fragments of ice, yet the freezing effect remained. One side of his chest turned white, covered in a layer of frost. "Ha ha ha!" "Mao Mili burst into laughter, patting the wound that had stopped bleeding due to freezing, and said, 'Young man, I must thank you. Otherwise, the blood alone would have killed me. Now that my wound has been properly treated, I never thought of using the freezing method!' Man, Qin Feng thought internally, this is truly a case of a lucky accident—something I never expected to end up helping him with. 'Take your life! Experience the power of lightning and thunder—your body will be scattered!'