Supremacy Starts With The Mysterious System

The sickle was swung and it was the same attack. The rolling magic power slashed down crazily and killed this person.    

    

Han Feng would never show mercy to his enemies. Since this man wanted to kill him, staying behind would only bring him trouble.    

    

In this world, there weren't many people who could truly repent. It was only because of the deterrence of force. Han Feng didn't think that this man would really do what he said. He told the Yuen family that he was already dead. He was afraid that once he returned to the Yuen family, he would immediately inform the important figures of the Yuen family. Send a Genuine Martial Stage warrior to suppress him.    

    

Han Lei's heart tightened when he saw that all these assassins had fallen. Han Feng's strength was even more unfathomable. With just the cultivation of the Devil Dao, a Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage warrior, he could kill any Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine warrior with ease. Furthermore, he only needed one strike.    

    

Han Feng, even if he didn't step into the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight, would he not be able to enter the Hongtian Academy?    

    

"System Notification, Host's mission has been completed. You have received 5 attribute points."    

    

"Let's go." Han Feng landed in front of Han Lei and said to him.    

    

"Ok." Han Lei nodded slightly. The two of them walked out slowly and returned to their restaurant not long after.    

    

The two of them returned to their rooms to cultivate. Although the two of them had a close relationship, cultivating required an extremely calm and clear mind. The two of them were also worried that they might accidentally disturb each other, so it was better to separate.    

    

Their rooms were very close to each other. If there were any enemies attacking them, they would be able to find them in time and rush to save them.    

    

Before he left, Han Feng took out a medicinal pill and gave it to Han Lei. The pill fragrance was rich, and it seemed to contain extremely pure Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth within it.    

    

"This is... Rank Two Pill?" Han Lei's face was filled with excitement that was difficult to conceal. Although he had never seen a Rank Two Pill before, however, he could feel the fluctuations of this Rank One Pill's spirit energy. Compared to an ordinary Rank One Pill... It was more than a level stronger.    

    

The value of the Rank Two Pill was dozens of times higher than the Rank One Pill. It was even more precious to a Genuine Martial Stage warrior. How could Han Lei not be excited when he saw this Rank Two Pill?    

    

"When you restore your spiritual energy to its peak, you will feel the spiritual energy in your dantian being sucked out in an instant. After a few breaths, you will be able to step into a higher realm." Han Feng said with a smile.    

    

"Within three months, you will be able to step into the Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven. It's not difficult, but it's very difficult to become a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight. Consuming this pill will not have any side effects. At that time, with your Purple Thunder Bloodline, you would be able to reach the same realm as yourself. That's right. "    

    

Han Lei's heart skipped a beat. Han Feng had made a very detailed plan for him.    

    

The value of this pill was definitely more precious than an ordinary Rank Two Pill.    

    

A pill that could help Genuine Martial Stage warriors to break through to a higher realm was a piece of cake for Spiritual Martial Stage warriors. However, Han Lei's cultivation was relatively low. When the pill was used, it would definitely drain his spiritual energy.    

    

After Han Lei returned to his room, Han Feng's mind moved, and he once again entered the dreamland.    

    

Now, his dreamland had become even stronger, and it was in his dream. He could easily condense a terrifying expert to fight with him, although they were all Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage warriors. The Martial Technique they controlled was the same as Han Feng's. Without using his martial will, Han Feng would be easily defeated.    

    

However, after a month of training, even the warriors who were stronger than Han Feng could only fight equally with him. Han Feng's level of utilization of martial skills was higher than these Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage warriors.    

    

Tonight, his will bloomed. In an instant, three black figures appeared at the same time, emitting a terrifying and brutal aura. Their eyes released a demonic light, and each of their hands held a Moon-Cutting Blade.    

    

"This Moon-Cutting Blade is quite handy. Before the true battle with the Wang family, it's better to use it."    

    

Han Feng muttered to himself. He had found this Moon-Cutting Blade in the shopping center of the system. He had spent some Xuan Points to purchase it. It was a peak Mortal weapon, and it was also equipped with a corresponding saber technique.    

    

Hu!    

    

When the saber appeared, an afterimage appeared. Han Feng's body vanished in an instant, and the terrifying sickle slashed out crazily. The ground trembled, and endless devil intent seemed to want to devour the heaven and earth.    

    

The three experts waved their curved blades at the same time, and like a round crescent moon, they slashed out. Black Qi rolled, and the blade shadows of both parties erupted in an instant. The same martial skill, but it contained different concepts.    

    

Han Feng's Moon-Cutting Scythe Blade was overbearing and powerful. The attacks of the three experts were cold and murderous. Waves of terrifying spiritual energy crashed together, as if it was lifting the earth layer by layer. Heaven and earth trembled, demonic sounds rang out. If it wasn't for the fact that Han Feng's dreamland transformation had already been cultivated to a deeper level, the dreamscape he created would have been much more solid. He was afraid that this dream world would have been torn apart long ago.    

    

Numerous saber seals swept across the void. Suddenly, a saber attack struck his body. He shuddered and spat out a mouthful of blood, but he did not want to wake up from the dream. Instead, he continued to fight. For someone who had mastered the Moon-Cutting Blade... It was too useful.    

    

Every slash of the saber made him even closer to the saber in his hand. Han Feng swung his blade again, and in an instant, a deep crack appeared on the ground. He took a step forward and landed in front of one of the Level Nine warriors. The opponent's blade was extremely sharp. He raised his blade and slashed down like a bright crescent moon. Han Feng's blade also met the attack. A terrifying aura was released and the blade light destroyed everything.    

    

Boom! Crack!    

    

The scimitar in the opponent's hand broke in response. Han Feng willed it. * Hong Long...... * Immediately after, Han Feng's body rolled and his blade wind was piercingly cold, slashing at another expert. However, at the same time, a terrifying saber intent lunged at him from behind. It was as if it was going to tear him apart.    

    

Han Feng unleashed the Wind Shadow Spell and instantly left the place. His saber intent missed its target. He turned around and slashed with his saber. The saber wind seemed to have a terrifying devil flame attached to it, as if it was going to devour the space within the devil flame.    

    

This was a technique that he had just comprehended, fusing the Devil Fiend Wind into his Moon-Cutting Saber. The power of this slash was no weaker than a High Mortal skill. If he could cultivate this martial skill to a higher level, its power would be... It would not even be weaker than a Half-Spirit Realm martial skill.    

    

Although he could buy a Half-Spirit rank martial skill from the system, or even a Spirit rank martial skill, this Fierce Demon Blade Slash was a self-created martial skill that he could use with greater ease.    

    

Moreover, a self-created martial skill could easily be upgraded. When Han Feng's cultivation base broke through to the Genuine Martial Stage, he could then fuse the Vital Energy Power into it, and the power of this slash would be even greater.    

    

To Han Feng, the most important thing was not cultivation speed, but comprehension. This was his most important reliance.    

    

He had already comprehended the Sword Dao's Will. Although he didn't have a very strong understanding of it, he had no idea what it was. But so far, he needed to disguise himself. By merging the Devil Dao's intent into the curved blade, he would be able to exert his strength to the greatest extent. As for the Sword Dao's will, he would only reveal it when he broke through to the Genuine Martial Stage. I'm afraid it will make many people restless, right?    

    

A Genuine Martial Stage warrior who had comprehended two types of martial will, the Level One and the Level Three of the Sword Dao, how terrifying would such a person be? A person of the same cultivation level could be killed with a single strike, and even a Genuine Martial Stage Level Two warrior could be killed with ease.    

    

And in order to reach that level, Han Feng still needed to continue cultivating...    

    

For seven consecutive days, Han Feng was immersed in his dream. Sometimes he fought, sometimes he gained enlightenment, and sometimes he cultivated. All of his attributes were gradually approaching the peak of the Level Seven.    

    

Even in his dream, the starlight in the sky was still sprinkling down. It landed on his body. He could not help but feel a strong attraction force on his body. It merged the starlight into his body, his flesh and blood... It was as if it had been tempered by the stars. His bloodline... There was a roar of starlight.    

    

In the past few days, Han Lei had come to find Han Feng a few times. Although he felt strange seeing Han Feng in his dream, he did not disturb him. The world of martial arts was too big. Different martial artists had different paths of cultivation. Perhaps Han Feng's abnormal combat strength and talent came from dreams...    

    

Also, Yuan Hong and Haichen found out that none of the people they sent had returned. Not long after that, their corpses were discovered, causing them to be furious. However, after their anger, they still felt some lingering fear. Fortunately, they had left quickly that day. Otherwise, with Han Feng's ruthlessness, it was very likely that he would really kill them all.    

    

At the same time, they also knew that after this assassination... The situation between them and Han Feng would not rest until one of them died. They were not worried that Han Feng would barge into the Wang family, so they chose to concentrate on their cultivation. They were preparing for the Hongtian Academy student examination that would take place two months later.    

    

They were confident that with their talent, if they entered the Hongtian Academy, they would definitely be able to break through to the Genuine Martial Stage. Once they reached this realm, wouldn't it be easy for them to kill Han Feng?    

    

"Slash!" In the dream, Han Feng was still swinging his blade. In the dream, he was tireless. He only knew how to practice. He was like an ascetic monk, a boring and boring process. However, in his eyes, it seemed extremely interesting. He circulated the Wind Shadow Spell, and his speed seemed to have reached the extreme. It was as if he was below the Genuine Martial Stage. Without the Vital Energy Power, no one would be able to detect his tracks.    

    

"Now, my cultivation has reached a bottleneck. Although I have gained a lot of insights, my cultivation level can't keep up. Spiritual Martial Stage Level Seven is indeed too weak. I have successfully cultivated the Great Dream Sutra Middle Scroll, but I need to rely on this. After all, my cultivation base is too low. If I want to enter the Hongtian Academy, I can't be too weak. It will bring me trouble. If I am too strong, it will be easy for the trees to attract the wind. It would be hard for me to cultivate in peace. Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight is the most suitable realm."    

    

Han Feng thought for a long time. In Tianfeng City, every step was full of danger. He had to consider everything. This was a wider platform, and he wasn't afraid of fighting. However, he didn't want to be tired of dealing with trivial matters. This Peak of Spiritual Martial Stage Level Eight... He wasn't too weak, but at the same time, he seemed insignificant compared to a Spiritual Martial Stage Level Nine. If he was selected, he would definitely be a middle-level existence.    

    

He needed to go and train, complete the mission, and increase his attributes. But before that, he needed to go to a place first.    

    

Herb Medicine Pavilion.    

    

On this day, Han Feng brought along the two healing pills he had concocted, the Violet Extreme Pills, and stepped into Herb Medicine Pavilion.    

    

These two pills were both Rank Two Pill, and their quality was very good. It was difficult for an ordinary Tier 2 alchemist to concoct them. The healing effect was several times better than the healing pills that were circulating on the market!    

    

Han Feng believed that as long as Herb Medicine Pavilion was not blind or stupid, they should be able to realize how much profit his pills would bring to Herb Medicine Pavilion.