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Feng Fan saw the sword coming toward his head and ducked, his grip on Brother Jia's hand still firm.

"Oops, Brother Jia, you missed!" he mocked, a playful smirk on his lips.

Brother Jia's face twisted with rage as he prepared to strike again, but Feng Fan had already decided he had entertained him enough. He pushed off the ground with his left leg and delivered a brutal kick to Brother Jia's groin with his right leg.

Family Jewel Destroyer Kick!

Crack!

A scream filled with agony and disbelief echoed through the icy streets, the last sound Brother Jia made before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed, unconscious.

The four cultivators behind him stared in horror.

"Brother Jia!" the same woman who had spoken earlier cried out.

She couldn't believe her eyes. How could someone they had dismissed as weak take Brother Jia down so easily? But in her mind, it was nothing more than a fluke, a mere sneak attack.

After all, their group was made up of peak Golden Core Formation cultivators, while the man who attacked Brother Jia was only at the third level of the Golden Core Formation realm.

Gritting her teeth, she retrieved a sword from her space ring and aimed it at Feng Fan.@@novelbin@@

Her movements were fluid, almost like a dance, each strike carrying a deadly grace. A flurry of thrusts and slashes rained down on Feng Fan, each one faster than the last.

Feng Fan saw the attacks coming and tensed his muscles, pushing his cultivation technique to its limit. The barrage of strikes hit his entire body, but they only left shallow cuts on his skin.

"Impossible!" the woman shouted, her face filled with disbelief. "How can your body be so tough?"

Only body cultivators at the peak of Organ Tempering or higher should be able to withstand her attacks so easily. Even though she hadn't gone all out, she couldn't understand how someone at the 3rd Golden Core Formation realm could shrug off her strikes with only minor cuts.

"Lady, I really liked these robes. You'd better compensate me with a thousand high-grade qi stones!" Feng Fan said, feigning anger as he looked at her.

His words made the woman freeze for a moment, and then her anger flared even hotter, thinking Feng Fan was mocking her.

"A thousand high-grade qi stones? Go die!"

"Elegant Tiger Slash!" A tiger appeared behind the woman as she slashed at Feng Fan again.

Feng Fan summoned his trusty brick, ready to intercept her attack. As for compensation? Well, after taking a brick to the head and passing out, whether she liked it or not, everything she owned would soon belong to him!

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As she launched her second attack, the rest of Brother Jia's group finally sprang into action. The battle erupted, with the three remaining cultivators clashing against Feng Fan's group.

"Blacksmith Strikes the Iron!" Mao Shun roared, gripping his massive hammer in one hand as he charged toward his opponent with unstoppable force.

Behind him, an ethereal figure of a burly man with a thick and long beard materialized, striking an anvil with a hammer, sending waves of force rippling through the air.

"Hmph, what can a weakling like you even do?" sneered his opponent, knowing that Mao Shun had the lowest cultivation level among them.

"Rabid Foxes Attack!" the enemy shouted. Behind him, a pack of spectral foxes materialized, their snarling jaws and glowing red eyes locking onto Mao Shun as they lunged forward.

Mao Shun's eyes weren't on his opponent or the foxes behind him. Instead, he focused solely on the sword in his enemy's hand. Just before impact, he adjusted his stance ever so slightly, angling his hammer to strike the weapon's weakest point.

With a deafening crack, the sword shattered into three pieces.

His opponent's eyes widened in shock. His posture wavered, caught completely off guard.

Mao Shun didn't let the opportunity slip away. He twisted his body and delivered a powerful side kick, sending the man crashing into an ice house. Blood spurted from his mouth as he slumped against the ice wall.

"I-Impossible!" he gasped, staring in disbelief at his broken weapon.

Mao Shun didn't give him a chance to recover. In an instant, he closed the distance between them and brought his hammer down in a brutal strike to the man's head.

What his opponent didn't realize was that this wasn't just luck. Mao Shun's cultivation technique made him a godly blacksmith. Every weapon had a flaw, and with a single glance, he could see them all!

Mao Shun glanced around at the ongoing battles. He quickly spotted Huang Xue and Xue Qiang teaming up against one opponent, while Su Xiaoli handled the last one on her own.

Although all of them had a slight advantage, their fights weren't as quick as his. Still, he was genuinely impressed.

'Forget Brother Feng, even his women are ridiculously strong,' Mao Shun thought.

He knew the only reason he could take down an opponent at the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm, despite only being at the 1st stage of the same realm, was because he possessed a Primordial Chaos cultivation technique and one of the most powerful artifacts in existence.

But seeing Su Xiaoli, Huang Xue, and Xue Qiang holding their own so well meant they also had incredibly strong cultivation techniques.

Before long, the battle was over, and Feng Fan did what he did best—looted everything from his fallen opponents.

Standing over the unconscious group, he let out an evil chuckle. "Lucky for you guys, I'm in a good mood today. I'll let this slide with just this measly sum of qi stones."

If his enemies had been awake to hear him, they'd probably cough up blood and faint all over again. After all, what Feng Fan had taken wasn't measly at all, it was their entire fortune.

In total, he had looted a whopping half a million mid-grade qi stones.

Unfortunately, after experiencing the luxury of high-grade qi stones, mid-grade ones barely felt worth the effort.