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"I just arrived yesterday. Lord Ocott wants you to come over. There's something I need to discuss with you."

The person who came was none other than Ji Feng. When he was clearing the pineal gland, he had consumed a lot of his spiritual energy and discovered that a lot of impurities had been excreted from his body. As soon as he got back from the shower, Ocott pushed open the door and came in. He told him about Cedric's information and told him where he was.

After listening to the monsoon, Cedric dispelled his doubts. As the Prime Grandmaster, Ocott could easily send a few people over. As such, he immediately stood up.

When he walked to the door, he saw Ji Feng standing respectfully by the door, waiting for him to go out first. He was very satisfied with his attitude, so he asked, "Do you know what it is?"

Ji Feng shook his head and said, "I don't know. The lord didn't tell me."

Cedric had no intention of getting the information he wanted from the man's mouth. He was not surprised by the man's answer. While he was speaking, he had already reached the door. He took a step forward with his left foot, and when he raised his right foot, he sensed danger from behind him.

After all, Cedric was an Intermediate Martial Saint, and he had plenty of battle experience. He leaned forward, and at the same time, his right foot also stepped forward. Even before his foot landed, Ji Feng's broadsword had already arrived. Sydric's reaction was too fast, and the sword of Monsoon struck nothing but air. However, this was not the killing move of Ji Feng. His true killing move was the Instant Cast Fireball. By the time the broadsword slashed out, his spiritual force had already locked onto several clumps of fire. The reason why he did not immediately cast the Fireball Technique was because high-level cultivators could sense the surrounding elemental fluctuations.

However, his first strike was different. As a high-level martial artist, he was definitely more sensitive to attacks from weapons. As he had expected, as soon as his great sword struck down, Cedric was aware of it. And immediately reacted. What Ji Feng wanted was for him to react, so he immediately cast the Fireball Technique that was already prepared.

By the time Cedric became aware of the fireball, it had already struck him. Since he knew that Cedric was an Intermediate Martial Saint, attacking the other parts of his body would not make him lose his ability to fight in an instant. Therefore, his fireball was aimed at the weakest part of a man's body. Three fire pearls, with almost no gaps between them, struck his crotch.

Cedric jumped up high, his hands almost unconsciously clutching his groin, and then he thought of something and began to slap it again and again, and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. "Ji Feng had expected this reaction. As he released the fireball, his feet kicked off the ground, and the sword in his hand stabbed towards the space between Sidrik's legs.

At this time, battle experience played a decisive role. There was no place for him to jump unless he could fly. Otherwise, there was no way he could avoid the attack of the monsoon.

He was, after all, an Intermediate Martial Saint, and Cedric's fighting strength was quite impressive. Having received a threat to his life, he decided to ignore it and suddenly kicked out with his left leg. There was a wall closest to him. As long as his left foot could hit the wall, he would be able to use this support to change his position in the air, thus dodging the sword attack that the monsoon was aiming for.

Of course, the monsoon wouldn't let him do as he wished. Three fireballs suddenly appeared next to Sydric. This time, the fireballs were aimed at his body. The speed of the fireball released by Ji Feng was extremely fast. Although it did not reach the speed of a bullet, it was still two-thirds the speed of a bullet. Moreover, the method of releasing fireballs by the monsoon was completely different from normal mages. The fire elementals he controlled were all around Cedric. By the time the fire elementals had condensed into a fireball, they were already very close to the target. Moreover, the distance between them was only one step. So there was no way for Cedric to avoid it.

When one of the fire pearls got right into the middle of his hip, Cedric's preparations were in vain. His left leg suddenly froze. Although the other two fireballs didn't enter his body, they still hit his butt.

Cedric's hands, which had just given up, instinctively rested on his hips. His left hand was trying to dig out the fire pearl. His body unavoidably fell down. At this moment, the two-handed greatsword that was coming down from the bottom suddenly increased its speed. With the combination of the two, the sword of the monsoon pierced through Sydric's belly. Cedric, who had previously held back his voice, finally let out a miserable shriek.

The monsoon released his sword and released three more small fireballs toward Cedric's throat. He took a step sideways with his right foot and widened the distance between him and Cedric. Cedric was dead. He didn't want to get too close to him in case he got hurt.

Ji Feng's caution was correct. Even though his body had been pierced, his life force as an Intermediate Martial Saint was still exceptionally strong. But the next move of the monsoon had already arrived, and the three fireballs that had appeared at almost the exact same time had struck Cedric in the throat, burning it through. The three fireballs became the last straw. Cedric left the world with his hands around his neck, a look of unwillingness on his face.

Ji Feng's movements were done in one go. In a very short period of time, his hands first covered his vitals, then his legs, and finally his throat.

Looking at Cedric, who had been twitching for a few seconds and had stopped moving, Ji Feng's heart was finally at ease. The series of actions just now had been as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, each of the links tightly locked. If anything goes wrong with any of them, the action that follows cannot be carried out. He would face the blow of Cedric's hatred. As a low-level cultivator, it was not hard to imagine the consequences of being hit by a hate-filled attack from an Intermediate Martial Saint.

Even though it was a success, Ji Feng still felt a lingering fear. When the spirit energy within the soul bead had attacked the pineal gland, for some reason, it had removed the impurities within his body, causing him to consume too much energy. So much so that he had to use it as a last resort to protect his own life. As a result, the three waves of fireballs he released were all based on his spiritual force. He had used up more than half of his spiritual force.

Ji Feng ignored the broadsword that was only left with a sword hilt. He turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor. There was no way for him not to leave. Cedric had been shouting too loudly, and someone might have heard. Just as Ji Feng had guessed, his figure had just disappeared around the corner when the sound of hurried footsteps came from the other side.

The monsoon was headed for the previous room, and the route had been made for him by Ocott. As a result, he did not encounter any obstacles along the way. As they neared the door of the house, it suddenly opened and Ocott came out.

He pushed open the door beside him and said, "This way."

The monsoon did not stop as it passed by Ocott. It did not even look at him, but went straight into the house. Ocott followed, locking the door behind him.

Looking at the pale face of the monsoon, Ocott asked, "How is it going?"

"Done."

"I really did not expect you to be able to kill an intermediate Martial Saint in such a short time. I admit that I underestimated you."

"If I fail, do you have any backup?" Ji Feng suddenly asked.

(Thank you for flying with me.)