Chapter 37: The Furious Lin Hai
"I want you dead!" Lin Hong roared. "Snow Shadow Chill!"
As his voice fell, frost and cold descended. Snowflakes began to drift down around Lin Hong, shadows fluttering amidst the snow. The temperature in the surrounding space plummeted to freezing point. Even the hand with which Lin Feng gripped his sword felt as though it might freeze solid.
"You want me dead? You'll need the ability to back that up." The frost and snow covered Lin Feng's body, turning his eyebrows white, but his dark pupils remained resolute, and his hand remained steadfast.
He took a step forward, the ground trembling beneath him. Lin Feng's momentum did not weaken from the cold; instead, it grew stronger, as if nothing could stop him.
Momentum: advance and it strengthens, retreat and it dissipates. Only unwavering perseverance could allow one to gather momentum in one go—borrowing from the momentum of the wind and snow, from the momentum of fist and sword, and even from the momentum of heaven and earth itself.
A sword strike like a thunderclap, its momentum like a bolt of lightning. Snowflakes scattered in all directions, and the frozen air and frost seemed to be shattered.
Lin Hong's pupils contracted sharply. This sword strike was even more powerful than the one before—not only in raw power but also in momentum. It felt as though a sword momentum was spreading through the space around them.
His hands flipped rapidly. Lin Hong no longer underestimated Lin Feng. A powerful icy true energy burst forth, nurtured within the sword light, only to be annihilated by it as well. Lin Hong's steps retreated once more.
"The sword shatters everything. Utmost sincerity leads to utmost strength." Lin Feng murmured in his heart, stepping forward again. One sword strike, radiant light shooting in all directions, unmatched and unstoppable.
Lin Hong's steps retreated again!
Lin Hong's face grew increasingly ugly and cold.
Meanwhile, the surrounding crowd was completely stunned. Lin Feng had actually forced Lin Hong to retreat again and again.
"How is this possible? How could Lin Feng be this strong? Lin Hong is a Spirit Martial Realm cultivator!" The crowd had clearly never expected Lin Feng to be so powerful. The Spirit Martial Realm and the Qi Martial Realm were on completely different levels. Only true geniuses could challenge those above their own realm. How could the waste Lin Feng have become a genius?
Lin Badao was even more shocked, his face dark and ugly as he stared fixedly at the two figures on the battle platform.
Only Lin Hai had a thick smile on his lips. No wonder Xiao Feng was so confident—he was actually this strong. Each sword strike was more powerful than the last, as if one could never see his true limit.
"Xiao Feng has never even released his martial soul before. If one day that martial soul undergoes its true awakening, what kind of scene would that be?" Lin Hai's heart soared with pride and relief. It was as if he could already see the day of Lin Feng's rise. His son was no waste—he was a genius, both in cultivation and in martial soul.
He cast a glance at Lin Badao, his eyes filled with mockery.
"Ahhh!" Lin Hong was nearly driven mad. He roared explosively, trying to gather the ice and snow once more, freezing the cold sky.
"Is shouting louder supposed to help?" Lin Feng sneered. Sword energy rolled forth like sword true energy, filled with an unstoppable, indestructible force. The momentum was already set; Lin Hong had no way to turn the tide.
"Slash!" The sword's roar exploded. The gathered ice and snow were torn apart by the sword energy once more. This time, Lin Hong could no longer defend himself. His clothes were shredded by the sword energy, and blood seeped from his wounds.
In that instant, Lin Hong felt a chill run through his entire body. For the first time, he felt this bone-piercing cold within the very ice and snow he had created. He was injured—not just injured, but possibly even facing death. Lin Feng's sword strike had been utterly unrestrained. As long as there was an opportunity, Lin Feng... would kill him.
Yes, it was only now that Lin Hong realized the danger. Not long ago, in his mind, Lin Feng had been nothing more than prey to be slaughtered at will. He had never imagined that the situation would be completely reversed.
Lin Hong only regretted that he had never trained hard in movement techniques. Now, he simply couldn't escape. Every step Lin Feng took was exquisitely timed, perfectly integrated with the sword momentum.
"Boom!" A fierce gale swept through. Lin Feng took another step forward. Heaven and earth were filled with a killing intent. There was only the sword—supreme, unquenchable.
"Not good!" Lin Badao's face turned cold. He roared, "You beast, how dare you!"
"Shut up, Lin Badao! Don't forget, you started this. Now that Lin Hong can't defeat Lin Feng, you want to interfere?" Lin Hai refused to yield. He stepped forward, blocking Lin Badao's path as the latter tried to move. He had already given up on this brother of his. Even if there was still some familial affection in his heart, the other party hated him to the bone and wanted both his and his son's lives. Lin Hai had no other choice.
"Ahhh!" Lin Hong let out a miserable scream, causing Lin Badao's expression to change drastically. He roared, "Get out of my way!"
"Don't even think about it!" The icy aura was incredibly powerful. The martial soul Lin Hai released caused the surrounding space to freeze solid.
"I had no intention of this, but you wanted me dead. Since that's the case, then die." Lin Feng stared at Lin Hong, who was clutching his wound. His gaze was cold and merciless.
If you don't value family ties, then I'll sever them with my sword.
"How dare you!" A sharp shout came from behind. Lin Qian had arrived. A powerful aura of frost and a violent flame erupted simultaneously. Lin Feng felt as though he was trapped between ice and fire, extremely uncomfortable.
"Scram!" He turned and struck out with his sword again. This time, endless sword energy surged forth. The sword momentum was unquenchable.
"Crack!"
The frost and flame light shattered. Lin Qian was sent flying back by the sword strike.
"Die!" Another cold shout came from behind. Without thinking, Lin Feng turned and swung his sword again.
A violent force struck him. Lin Feng's body was sent flying. A sweetness rose in his throat, and blood spilled from his lips.
"Shameless!" Lin Hai let out a long roar. It turned out that while he was blocking Lin Badao, the Seventh Elder had slipped onto the battle platform and severely wounded Lin Feng.
"Freeze a Thousand Miles!" Rage burned in Lin Hai's heart. Wherever he passed, the space froze solid, bitterly cold. The Seventh Elder's face stiffened, and then he felt an unparalleled, chilling aura rushing toward him, freezing his entire body.
"Help me!" the Seventh Elder roared. But it was too late. Lin Hai's palm directly stamped onto his chest. The Seventh Elder's chest caved in. His pupils widened as he stared fixedly at Lin Hai.
"You... you actually dared to kill me!" Blood continuously seeped from the corners of the Seventh Elder's mouth. Lin Hai's palm strike had held nothing back. The icy energy had directly destroyed his internal organs, taking his life.
"You, an elder, ambushed my son. No mercy!" Lin Hai's voice was icy cold. With a tremor of his palm force, the Seventh Elder's body slowly collapsed to the ground, his eyes wide open—filled with hatred, and also with regret.
Everyone's gaze froze. The Seventh Elder... was dead?
In that moment, the crowd looked at Lin Hai with fear. Only overwhelming strength could intimidate everyone. Even Lin Badao dared not move now.
Lin Hai turned to look at Lin Qian, saying coldly, "A genius of the Hao Yue Sect? A genius of the Snow Shadow Mountain Villa? Truly shameless."
Lin Qian gritted her teeth. Feeling the killing intent radiating from Lin Hai, she dared not speak. Lin Hai's steps moved toward her, his killing intent thick.
He did not go after Lin Hong, because Lin Hong was merely the defeated party. But the Seventh Elder and Lin Qian were the ambushers. When they believed Lin Hong could defeat Lin Feng, they had set up a deathmatch, wanting Lin Feng's life. When they discovered things were not as they had expected, they actually resorted to ambush. How could Lin Hai not be furious?
"What do you think you're doing?" Lin Qian stared at Lin Hai.
"Killing you." Lin Hai's voice was crisp, his killing intent naked and undisguised. At this moment, he was truly enraged.