The battlefield was still, the warriors of both factions rooted in place by the overwhelming presence of Tianfeng.

The silence was a striking difference to the chaos that had reigned just moments before.

Tianfeng stood at the edge of the rift he had created, his eyes blazing with cold fury, his halberd shining with murderous intent.

The warriors of the Evil Society, despite their earlier bravado, were now visibly shaken.

The sheer destructive power Tianfeng had displayed was more than anything they had ever imagined. Yet, driven by desperation and pride, a group of them lunged forward, their weapons raised in a last-ditch effort to bring him down.

Tianfeng moved with a speed and ferocity that defied belief. His halberd cut through the air in a blur with vicious swiftness.

The first of the Evil Society warriors barely had time to raise his blade before Tianfeng's halberd cleaved through him, cutting him down with a single, brutal stroke.

Blood sprayed across the battlefield as Tianfeng continued his assault, each swing of his halberd leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

The forces of the Evil Society, their earlier bravado replaced by sheer terror, attempted to regroup.

But Tianfeng indifferently cut through their swarm with ruthless efficiency.

His attacks were wild and destructive, each swing of his weapon leaving a trail of devastation in its wake

The warriors of the Evil Society fell before him like wheat before a scythe, their bodies torn apart by the sheer force of his attacks.

The ground was soon littered with the mangled remains of those who had dared to oppose him.

Despite the carnage, Tianfeng remained unscathed.

Blades that struck him seemed to have little to no effect, glancing off his supreme physique as if they were mere child's playthings.

He moved with a reckless abandon, caring little for the attacks that came his way. His confidence was absolute, his power undeniable.

A group of particularly brave—or foolish—Evil Society warriors managed to surround him, their faces twisted with fear and determination.

They struck from all sides, hoping to overwhelm him with their numbers. But Tianfeng was like an unstoppable force of nature.

He spun, his halberd a whirling vortex of death, and the warriors fell, their bodies rent asunder by his brutal attacks.

A group of Evil Society members charged at him, their weapons raised, but Tianfeng's supreme physique allowed him to withstand their attacks effortlessly.

He didn't even flinch as their blades struck his skin, the impacts absorbed by his formidable body.

In response, he swung his halberd in a wide arc, decimating the attackers in a single, brutal motion.

As he tanked their assault, he became more powerful and his strength rises gradually.

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His strikes were unrelenting, each one more powerful than the last. He relished in the destruction he wrought, the screams of the dying only fueling his fury.

The ground beneath him was stained with the blood of his enemies, a testament to his overwhelming might.

Amidst the chaos, Tianfeng's eyes locked onto Chom Chunso.

Chom Chunso has been making efforts to catch him off guard but he'd simply take on his most powerful attacks with only minuscule scratches and retaliate with a stronger force.

Although it looked unimpressive, it must be known that Tianfeng can even take on the attacks of martial artists one realm higher than his.

And despite that, Chom Chunso was still able to leave some scratches on him while being only at the Master Realm.

This just shows how great the geniuses of the young martial masters are in the current Jianghu.

Chom Chunso, once so full of malice and arrogance, now trembled with fear.

He never realized the gap between him and Tianfeng until now.

It must be known that within the Evil Society, Chom Chunso's at least in the top 15 strongest young martial masters.

Tianfeng's presence was overwhelming, a tangible force that seemed to crush the very spirit of those around him.

"Why... why are you doing this?" the bloodied Chom Chunso stammered, his voice trembling with terror. "What have we done to deserve this?"

Tianfeng's response was cold and unyielding. "The destiny of Evil Society members when they encounter me is death," he declared, his voice echoing with a chilling finality.

With a final, decisive move, Tianfeng's halberd pierced through Chom Chunso's chest.

The blade tore through flesh and bone, the force of the impact sending a spray of blood into the air.

Chom Chunso's eyes widened in shock and pain before the light faded from them, his body crumpling to the ground.

The warriors of the Righteous Alliance watched with a mix of awe and horror.

They saw the brutal efficiency with which Tianfeng dispatched his enemies, and they understood that they stood no chance against him.

But like the Evil Society, they knew that even if they didn't fight, death still awaits them.

With that in mind, they didn't think twice and charged at him with their hearts beating fast due to the monster they're facing.

Tianfeng's gaze then shifted to the warriors of the Righteous Alliance.

Tianfeng noticed their fast approach, and his eyes became ignited with fighting spirit.

With a swift motion, he also dashed towards the Righteous Alliance warriors.

The Righteous Alliance warriors braced themselves, expecting the same fate as their foes, but Tianfeng's strikes, while still powerful, were more controlled, more precise.

This is because Tianfeng, although hesitant, still wanted to maintain an image that won't hinder him from entering the headquarters of the Righteous Alliance.

If he recklessly killed their warriors under the reason of 'outdoors training and to gain fighting experience', then it wouldn't sound so reasonable.

That's why he went for the second option which is to just knock them out unconscious and leave injuries that'll take days for them tor recover.

That's better than dying, right?

He moved with precision, his attacks knocking them out with the flat of his halberd or well-placed fist strikes that leaves them only half-beaten to death, ensuring they were only incapacitated but not killed.

Warriors were sent flying, their weapons shattered, their bodies bruised but largely intact.

Those who attempted to resist found themselves quickly disarmed and rendered unconscious by the force of Tianfeng's attacks.

One by one, the members of the Righteous Alliance fell, not in death, but in forced slumber.

Tianfeng moved through them with the same ruthless efficiency, but there was a bit more gentleness to his actions, a clear intention to spare their lives.

Anyone who came across him in the battlefield either died a vicious death or was pummeled beyond recognition and knocked unconscious.

Chung Dong-Sun stood before him, trembling. His sword is raised in a useless attempt at defense.

He was the only one left standing and conscious as he was able to endure an attack from Tianfeng.

However, he needed the entire time to recover and have enough strength to barely stand up and wield his sword again.

Tianfeng disarmed him with a swift, calculated strike and delivered a fist to his jaw, knocking him back to unconsciousness.

Chung Dong-Sun crumpled to the ground, a mere obstacle removed from his path.

As Tianfeng moved on, Chung Dong-Sun regained consciousness, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.

"Why... why do you only knock us out?" he asked, his voice trembling.

As Tianfeng was about to walk out of the battlefield, he heard the voice of the young master of the Righteous Alliance.

He looked back at Chung Dong-Sun. "Oh? You have quite the good tenacity to withstand two of my attacks without fainting."

"Why not kill us like the Evil Society?" The young man repeated, visibly desperate to know Tianfeng's motives.

Tianfeng's eyes then suddenly became cold as he met Chung Dong-Sun's gaze.

"Once your mission is over and you got back to Chang-An, you'll know," he replied, his voice low and ominous.

He knew that he was heading to the Righteous Alliance, and he did not wish to make enemies of those he might soon call 'allies'.

Chung Dong-Sun, due to shock, found his eyesight blurring until he eventually fainted from shock.

The battlefield was now littered with the unconscious forms of Righteous Alliance warriors and the torn, bloody remains of the Evil Society.

Tianfeng stood amidst the carnage, his robes marked with the blood of his enemies and his halberd dripping with it.

His boiling blood qi continued to emanate from him, the now crimson hue casting an ominous shadow over the defeated warriors.

His eyes, however, were calm and focused.

It didn't even look like he went against martial artists nearing the number of a hundred.

He had proven his dominance, his superiority.

With the battle won and his enemies vanquished, Tianfeng turned his gaze to the horizon.

The tranquil beauty of Cheonghae Province now seemed completely different to the devastation left in his wake.

His mission here was far from over, and the path ahead promised even greater challenges.

With that, he turned and walked away, his presence still commanding respect and fear.

As Tianfeng continued walking towards Chang-An, the space some distance ahead trembled.

After a moment, Zhuge suddenly appeared from it. His face unreadable and his thoughts unknown.