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Lin Feng ignored the crowd and immediately swung his sword, unleashing a flurry of deadly strikes. The glint of the blade was fierce, and the killing intent was palpable. The people present didn’t even have time to react, their eyes wide with disbelief. Then, the sound of a gruesome scream echoed through the air.
The man fell to the ground, lifeless.
Although this man was a decent guard, one wielded a Holy Sword while the other practiced the Ghost Sword. Lin Feng could not subdue them; after being possessed by Lao Ta, he would experience a day of weakness. His strength could only reach the True Martial Realm—how could he handle two ticking time bombs? Thus, for safety's sake, he executed them.
After the kill, Lao Ta quickly withdrew from Lin Feng's body. After all, Lao Ta was merely a soul; exerting too much power would weaken him further. Lin Feng calmed Lao Ta’s emotions and then turned his attention to Jing He, who had been thrown to the ground by his own men and was struggling to stand.
Now, no one can save you, can they? After all that boasting, you’ve ended up in my grasp. Did you really think that with Tian Jian Zong and Jiu Zhang Lao showing up, along with a few Primordial Martial Realm fighters, you were safe? Don’t kid yourself—one Jiu Zhang Lao or even several won’t make a difference!
Lin Feng spoke indifferently.
"You can’t kill me! I’m the direct descendant of the Grand Elder of Tian Jian Zong. If you kill me, my grandfather will never let you go, and neither will Tian Jian Zong!"
"Let me go, and I promise you’ll gain many resources."
The once arrogant and untouchable young master Jing He was now reduced to begging for mercy like a cornered rat.
Lin Feng wasn’t just anyone who would take on guards; Jing He wasn’t worthy!
Your death is inevitable! No one can save you now.
"Zi Ling, come and finish him off!"
Lin Feng coldly declared Jing He’s sentence.
"No! Help! You bastard, how dare you kill me!"
In an instant, Jing He began to scream in terror. Yu Ziling, annoyed by the noise, stepped forward and swiftly drew his sword, slicing at Jing He's neck. Such a person was a waste of air, and Yu Ziling had no intention of wasting words on him. With a disdainful glance, he cleanly severed the head.
Lin Feng collected all the spatial rings from the others and then moved away from Tian Cheng. Initially, he had planned to stay with Tian Cheng for a while, especially since the Three Major Forces were stationed in the city, along with the Imperial Dynasty's representatives managing the situation. Even so, Tian Cheng was in chaos, making it a suitable place for experience.
A few days later, while on their way to another city, Lin Feng and his companions encountered two factions locked in confrontation. The surrounding area was deserted; no one dared to approach. Both sides were quite powerful.
One faction was led by an eighth-level Primordial Martial Realm expert from Blood Dragon Manor, one of the Top Ten Forces under Skywind Dynasty. The other faction was not from Skywind Dynasty but rather from Tian Yu Dynasty. They were also one of the Top Ten Forces, known as Lei Guang Xuan.
"You people from Tian Yu Dynasty are going too far," the leader of Blood Dragon Manor, Hua Long, shouted angrily. "You dare to come into our Skywind Dynasty and kill? No one leaves here today!"
Hua Long's expression was filled with fury; he seemed determined not to rest until he wiped out Lei Guang Xuan.
"Ha! I, Yun Lei of Lei Guang Xuan, have no intention of leaving!" retorted the leader of Lei Guang Xuan, also an eighth-level Primordial Martial Realm expert. He was a towering figure, nearly two meters tall. As he spoke, his eyes sparkled with determination.
At that moment, Lin Feng and his companions passed by this tense standoff as they prepared to head toward a large city ahead.
In Shen Feng City, a place not as large as Tian Cheng but still significant, two forces existed in a state of constant conflict, unlike the three-way stalemate in Tian Cheng.
"Who are you?" one of the figures demanded. "Since you’ve appeared here, you must know that our Lei Guang Xuan has come to the Skywind Dynasty. That means you’re all going to die!"
As Yun Lei spoke, he noticed Lin Feng and his group. Seeing their weak strength, with the highest realm only at the Primordial Martial Realm Five Layers, he felt confident that a single strike from him could easily annihilate them.
"You must be from the Skywind Dynasty. When the battle begins, do your best to escape and inform the royal family about any treachery planned by the Tian Yu Dynasty," he instructed.
Hua Long, tall and serious, had already prepared himself for battle, determined to stand and fight to the death. The friction between the Four Great Dynasties had led to immense hatred, especially with the Tian Yu Dynasty oppressing the Skywind Dynasty, resulting in scarce resources for all major forces.
"Thinking of escaping? That’s a foolish dream! Leave no one alive!" Yun Lei commanded without hesitation.
Lin Feng and his companions felt helpless; they were merely passing through but found themselves caught in this ruthless slaughter, which seemed devoid of reason.
The Lei Guang Xuan had ten members present, all at the Primordial Martial Realm level. Among them was one at the Primordial Martial Realm Eight Layer, three at the Seventh Layer, and the rest spread across various layers. Underestimating Lin Feng's group, they casually dispatched a member at the Primordial Martial Realm Sixth Layer to deal with them.
"Since you outsiders are seeking death, don’t blame me for being ruthless," Yun Lei sneered.
Lin Feng drew his War King Blade, exuding an impressive aura. As he faced the approaching opponent from the Primordial Martial Realm Sixth Layer, he merely smiled faintly. The Lei Guang Xuan practiced Thunder Technique, and most of their disciples were not skilled in magic but rather focused on martial prowess. They belonged to a sect primarily centered around martial arts rather than magical practices.
The figure continuously formed hand seals, and soon the sky was filled with rolling thunder, a chaotic spectacle. A bolt of lightning descended from the Heavenly Dome, aimed directly at Lin Feng's head.
Lin Feng's War King Blade spun with a powerful outward force, successfully blocking the strike. In the next moment, his figure flickered as he launched a fierce counterattack towards the one who had unleashed the Thunder Technique.
With three strikes, he executed a decisive Huo Dao slash. The individual from Lei Guang Xuan was instantly slain, leaving the others in shock at this scene. Lin Feng was merely at the third layer of the Primordial Martial Realm; how could he possibly kill someone at the sixth layer? Moreover, the disciples of Lei Guang Xuan were all elite fighters, not your average Primordial Martial Realm practitioners.
"Damn it! Qing Lei, take care of him! Capture him alive; I want to teach him a lesson for daring to kill my child from Lei Guang Xuan!"
While engaged in a fierce battle with Hua Long, neither could resolve their conflict at that moment. Yun Lei, seeing his subordinate killed, was naturally furious.
"Alright!" At that moment, the seventh layer Primordial Martial Realm practitioner Qing Lei responded and began to form a Fa Yin. A ball of Lei Guang appeared in his hand, which he then directed towards Lin Feng.
"Kill Thunder Technique!"
The ball of Lei Guang shot out and instantly dispersed into numerous lightning arrows that flew toward Lin Feng.
Standing in mid-air, Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. He swiftly slashed with his War King Blade, unleashing several streaks of blade light. Following closely behind these fierce slashes, as they struck with tremendous force and obliterated a small area of lightning arrows, Lin Feng felt a glimmer of hope in closing the distance to his opponent.
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