Chapter Fifty-Three: Annihilation

Old Liu was startled when he saw Liu Feng arrive.
He spoke with some urgency, "How is my young master now?"
"He has already been stripped of his cultivation, and soon you will join him," Liu Feng replied, his expression cold and indifferent.
"You little brat, I never imagined your heart would be so vicious, turning my young master into a cripple! I’ll fight you to the death!" Old Liu’s face flushed with rage as he spoke furiously.
Liu Feng burst into laughter, looking at Old Liu with mocking disdain. "Your young master hurting others is right, but when others injure him, it’s wrong?"
"Boy, words are useless. I’ll tear you to pieces!" With that, Old Liu launched his palms forward, sending a violent surge of energy crashing toward Liu Feng.
Liu Feng swung his broken sword, and a massive blade of light appeared out of thin air, sharp and fierce as it slashed into the torrent of energy.
The surge shattered under the strike, and the blade continued toward Old Liu’s palms.
Old Liu pressed forward, golden light radiating from his hands as he met the incoming sword force head-on.
The blade clashed with the golden palms, unleashing a tremendous power that blasted the surrounding trees into splinters, annihilating everything in its path. Even the ground cracked under the impact.
Both men were shaken by the force, retreating backward.
As Liu Feng stepped back, he planted his foot firmly to halt his momentum. Then, with a toe tap, he darted toward Old Liu, swinging his broken sword in a swift attack.
Old Liu caught himself, only to see Liu Feng coming at him again with sword in hand. Startled, he quickly gathered energy in his palms and struck out to block the sword’s edge.
With a resounding crash, Old Liu, caught off guard, was pushed back relentlessly by the force contained in the broken sword, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Seizing the opportunity, Liu Feng leaped forward once more, his sword slashing heavily, driving Old Liu further back.
"You brat, I never thought someone so young could possess such cultivation. In a few years, who would be able to restrain you? Looks like today, I must snuff out a genius," Old Liu growled, his eyes flashing with fierce light.
Liu Feng smiled freely. "Snuff out a genius? I doubt you have the ability."
"Ten Shattering Strikes!"
With a thunderous shout, Old Liu’s fists blazed with dazzling golden light, imbued with violent, destructive force, as he launched a series of rapid, crushing blows.

Wherever his fists passed, space echoed with rumbling sounds, like thunder crashing down, striking fiercely toward Liu Feng’s body.
Liu Feng’s face grew solemn. He gripped his sword with both hands, pouring surging true energy into the blade. A colossal sword light erupted from the weapon, bearing a mountainous aura as it slammed into Old Liu’s fists.
Immediately, a brilliant light burst forth at the point of impact, like a miniature sun exploding, wild energy raging outwards in all directions.
Where the energy swept, trees shattered and vanished, even the ground was blasted into a pit more than ten meters deep.
Liu Feng swung his sword rapidly, clashing again and again with Old Liu’s fists, unleashing waves of destructive energy.
Wherever the two passed, trees and earth alike were obliterated, as if two machines of annihilation had descended.
A thunderous roar echoed as their attacks collided once more, sending both men staggering back.
Liu Feng, sword in hand, gasped for breath, while Old Liu too drew deep, labored breaths. Clearly, the exchange had drained both of their strength.
Old Liu looked at Liu Feng, his gaze flickering as he thought, "I’ve already grasped some power of the Yin-Yang realm, yet I still can’t subdue him. This one is indeed a genius—I absolutely cannot let him grow unchecked."
With that in mind, his eyes grew sharper, and a vast aura radiated from his body.
"The final blow of Ten Shattering Strikes—Space Shatter!"
With a mighty roar, Old Liu gathered all his true energy into his fists, unleashing a blazing force so intense that the air itself crackled explosively.
He swung both fists, hammering down with ferocious might. The massive force enveloped all around Liu Feng.
Liu Feng felt the pressure before him surge, as if a mountain were crushing down, suffocating him.
Facing this overwhelming force, Liu Feng’s true energy began to circulate madly within. An immense power surged forth, gathering in his broken sword, which radiated dazzling golden light.
The tremendous pressure was cleaved apart by the sword’s radiance. Liu Feng, sword in hand, collided fiercely with Old Liu’s fists.
Thunder crashed as savage energy swept outward, forming swirling vortices of force.
Explosions rang out again and again, destroying the nearby rocks and trees completely.

From a distance, Zeng Lu stood watching their duel intently.
He saw Liu Feng, gripping his sword with both hands, slash down onto Old Liu’s shoulder, while Old Liu’s fist struck Liu Feng’s chest.
Suddenly, Liu Feng’s body wavered, and he vomited several mouthfuls of blood, his face turning pale. Old Liu collapsed backward, no longer breathing.
Zeng Lu rushed over, his face anxious, asking, "Brother Liu, how badly are you hurt?"
"I’ll be fine after some rest," Liu Feng replied, quickly sitting cross-legged.
As he activated ‘Awakening Potential,’ Liu Feng felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gather, enter his body, and transform into true energy, circulating swiftly through his limbs to repair his injuries.
At the same time, the true energy washed over his flesh, bones, and organs, making them stronger.
After a quarter of an hour, Liu Feng rose to his feet, a powerful aura erupting from within.
"Brother Liu, your wounds have healed!" Zeng Lu exclaimed happily, seeing the strength radiating from Liu Feng.
"Yes, I’m fine now," Liu Feng replied with a calm smile, unburdened.
He walked over to Old Liu, shook his head with a sigh, then dug a pit and buried him.
The two then made their way to the young man.
At that moment, the youth appeared dispirited, collapsed on the ground, with several of his followers lying nearby. Seeing Liu Feng approach, hatred flared in his eyes.
Zeng Lu glanced at the youth, his brows knitting, then said to Liu Feng, "That boy’s hatred for you is unimaginable. We should kill them all to prevent future trouble."
Liu Feng thought for a moment, then spoke coldly, "Such people have a dangerous thirst for revenge. If we were in their hands today, it would be worse than death. Since hatred cannot be resolved, we must eliminate them."
With swift movements, Liu Feng’s fingers traced out sword lights that killed them all.