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Lin Feng continued to explore with his senses and discovered that these people could be divided into two groups. One group simply wanted to meet him, while others were eager for a sparring match. There was no malice in their intentions; after all, in Fei Sha City, it wasn't all about killing—there was also healthy competition.
However, the other group had ulterior motives, especially when he recognized a few familiar faces. Among them were those who had once besieged him at the Martial Arena. Lin Feng thought about how he would seek trouble with them, not realizing that he had walked right into their trap! This actually saved him some effort.
Yet, the fact that over a thousand Primordial Martial Realm practitioners hadn't managed to kill him suggested they were well aware of his strength. If they decided to act again, it would undoubtedly be a calculated move. Lin Feng was quite curious about how these guys would plan to kill him.
Wang Yin felt a bit hungry. "Have the inn send over a Fire Cloud Porcupine for dinner! I want a Five-Grade Porcupine!" Lin Feng needed a hearty meal and was ready to indulge with Wang Yin.
The area was vast, and the martial artists present were feasting on beast meat in large quantities. When Lin Feng ordered a Five-Grade Porcupine, it astonished everyone around him. Most martial artists typically settled for Third-Rank or Fourth-Grade beasts, which were already rare.
Moreover, this was a Fire Cloud Porcupine! The beasts around Fei Sha City were primarily Sand Demon Beasts, and there were no Fire Cloud Porcupines available. Sand Demon Beasts weren’t particularly tasty either, making it a hassle to transport them from Wan Beast Abyss to Fei Sha City due to the long distance.
This particular beast was quite expensive here. It seemed that this person was the one who had single-handedly fought against thousands and ultimately used the Blood-colored Formation to annihilate everyone—an incredibly formidable figure! What?
It turned out that the person I admired was right here in our inn! I wanted to greet him! In an instant, Lin Feng naturally became the center of attention. Many people gathered around, staring at Lin Feng as if he were a monster. This made it difficult for Lin Feng to enjoy his meal, so he coldly uttered a single word: "Get lost!"
With that roar, an overwhelming aura surged forth, pushing back everyone nearby. Those closest to Lin Feng were knocked to the ground, their faces pale as if they had brushed against death itself.
Lin Feng was not someone who mindlessly offended others; he was here to kill. Friends and companions were just a facade, and the person sitting leisurely and savoring his meal, Wang Yin, was an exception. Moreover, having just comprehended the Blood Killing Realm and breaking through to the Star Moon Fourth Layer, he felt invincible within the rules of Fei Sha City. Facing hundreds or thousands posed no problem for him.
From Lao Ta's perspective, Lin Feng's current combat power was comparable to that of a Spirit Martial Third Layer expert. After all, each layer of the Spirit Martial Realm was like a chasm! When a Spirit Martial Third Layer powerhouse dealt with a group of Primordial Martial Realm martial artists, it was almost like crushing dry weeds.
The difference in power levels was stark! As soon as Lin Feng shouted "Get lost," those who had gathered hurriedly dispersed, their hearts filled with shock. Indeed, just like the Human Butcher, even a casual outburst from him carried such intense Killing Intent.
Some felt their anger boiling inside but were too afraid of Lin Feng's strength to express it openly. Wang Yin watched as Lin Feng's roar made everyone obediently retreat; it was astonishing how effective he was at commanding respect.
In this Ten Thousand Years of Slaughter City, she felt a sense of safety. She understood that all of this was for him. When you cursed at someone like that, you were truly captivating! Wang Yin then sat beside Lin Feng, her face filled with admiration as she spoke.
In her bright eyes, there was nothing but admiration and appreciation. Lin Feng was no fool; he could naturally feel the heat in Wang Yin's gaze. He deliberately turned away, after all, his relationship with Zi Ling was just right, and how could he seek the company of another woman while in the presence of Zi Ling's family? That would be a betrayal to Zi Ling.
However, Lin Feng's avoidance left Wang Yin feeling a bit hurt. "Do you really dislike me that much? You don't want to be with me, and now you're avoiding me. I feel like a plague!" Wang Yin said with a pitiful expression, yet she spoke cautiously, afraid that Lin Feng would treat her as he did others, leaving her behind without a second thought.
As a young lady from the Royal Family and a junior sister of the Wuji Sect, she had never felt so lowly before. Unbeknownst to her, the Wuji Sect disciples who admired Wang Yin could hardly bear to watch. One of them had witnessed Lin Feng's impressive display of power just days prior.
This disciple, named Meng Xiu, was thirteen years old and already at the Half-Step Spirit Martial Realm. He had comprehended Sword Intent at the age of eleven and was already recognized as an outstanding talent in Fei Sha City.
"How could you be with someone like him?" Meng Xiu asked as he glanced at Lin Feng with disdain before turning to Wang Yin with a gentler tone. His voice was quite loud, ensuring that everyone in the dining area could hear him clearly. The looks directed at Meng Xiu were filled with meaning.
Wang Yin had not anticipated running into Meng Xiu. "Brother Meng! We were just—" she hurriedly stood up to explain, appearing quite intimidated by him.
"What does it have to do with you that she is with someone like me?" Lin Feng interrupted Wang Yin coldly.
The crowd sensed that a spectacle was about to unfold. At such a moment, how could anyone be foolish enough to offend Lin Feng? It was akin to courting death.
In the eyes of the onlookers, Lin Feng had already established himself as the foremost figure in the Spirit Martial Realm, and now he had a competitor. The uncertainty stemmed from the fact that Fei Sha City was home to powerful figures in all four directions—east, west, south, and north.
The top ten individuals from various regions were incredibly formidable. Each one of them could single-handedly contend against hundreds or even thousands of enemies at the same level. Especially the top three, whose prowess was beyond description.
These were merely the overlords of the four corners; Fei Sha City was teeming with strong individuals, most concentrated in Zhong Cheng. The spiritual energy in Zhong Cheng was particularly rich, housing a Ling Tan and a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Tree. This was one of the main reasons many Tian Jiao strongmen chose to come to Fei Sha City.
In the other four regions, there were only five-thousand-year Ling Trees. There were ten overlords in Zhong Cheng, and any one of them could be considered a super genius. Among them were true monsters possessing Divine Bodies.
Each of these individuals had their own titles. Lin Feng had undergone three battles, each more brutal than the last. Even without confirming which area he would occupy near the Ling Tree or Ling Tan to establish his cultivation cave, many had already dubbed him the Human Butcher!
After all, his killing spree was relentless; he became a Xuan Xiu within just one day of entering the city—an utterly insane feat.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" Wang Shimei exclaimed. "Why are you associating with such a person? Come here; I'll take you to find Luo Shimei!"
Meng Xiu was taken aback by Lin Feng's audacity in speaking to him this way. It had been a long time since anyone dared to address him so directly, especially in front of so many people. The guards behind him were also seething with anger.
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