Chapter 42: Drizzling Night Rain
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Releasing his martial soul, Lin Feng perhaps didn't realize just how calm and confident he was at this moment. This feeling of control made him merely tilt his head slightly when an arrow whistled through the air toward him. Unless one possessed an incredibly strong sense of confidence and extraordinary calm, who could manage such a feat?
With a step, Floating Light Passing Shadow, Lin Feng's body instantly appeared before the crowd, rendering the arrows useless.
His long sword swung with precision that was terrifying to behold. Just as a cultivator tried to dodge, he found a sword descending from the heavens, cutting against him with no escape. One sword stroke, obliteration.
"Release your martial souls, kill him!" Nalan Hai shouted, but his own body retreated wildly. When Lin Feng came before him, he felt a fear from the depths of his heart, especially when he saw those eyes, calm to the extreme. Nalan Hai felt his soul tremble.
Hearing Nalan Hai's words, the others immediately snapped to attention. All kinds of martial souls bloomed, and the dark night suddenly became bright.
Behind Lin Feng, one person's martial soul was a plant-type vine. This kind of martial soul could make the body extremely flexible, and when one's strength grew, the martial soul could solidify, even allowing it to be released to entangle enemies, making the cultivator's body soft as boneless, able to deform at will.
This person attacked silently, as if a vine spread through the air without any trace. Seeing his hand about to touch Lin Feng, a sinister grin appeared on his face.
But just as he was feeling triumphant, a dazzling light stung his eyes, and then his life was swallowed by that sword light.
The sword—fast to the extreme, precise to the extreme, ruthless to the extreme—had no unnecessary movements. In an instant, execution.
After delivering this strike, Lin Feng's movements didn't stop. The sword light cut through the night, blood flashed, and another person fell in the darkness.
At this moment, cultivators at the Eighth or Ninth Layer of Qi Martial Realm couldn't last a single move under Lin Feng's sword. His timing was so precise and his speed so swift that they simply couldn't dodge.
"Got him." A meteor hammer howled from behind Lin Feng, heading straight for his skull. If it hit, Lin Feng would either die or lose his combat ability.
"Trying to dodge?"
Just as Lin Feng was about to turn, a long spear broke through the air in front of him, with tremendous force. Attacked from both front and back, the timing flawless, Lin Feng seemed doomed.
"Die."
Lin Feng shouted softly. His long sword flew from his hand, plunging directly into the chest of the man in front of him.
The man froze in place, staring blankly at the sword in his chest. He had never dreamed that at such a moment, Lin Feng would dare to abandon his sword.
Both were at the Ninth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm. Although Lin Feng was indeed stronger, they had numbers. If just one person struck Lin Feng, he would be severely injured, and the price of injury was death. In such a perilous situation, how could he have imagined Lin Feng would discard his sword?
His eyes fixed on Lin Feng, wanting to see, before he died, how Lin Feng would be hit by the meteor hammer.
"Crack!"
A violent, explosive sound roared out. The sword light was even more dazzling than before. Before the meteor hammer could land, the head of the one wielding it had already flown off, and in Lin Feng's hand, a flexible sword dripped with blood.
"So that's it." The man closed his eyes, and his body fell heavily.
At that moment, the severed head had just dropped from the air. The crowd stopped attacking. That brilliant sword strike just now—they all asked themselves who could withstand it.
The Sword-Drawing Technique: when the sword is drawn, it must drink blood. The power generated at the moment of drawing was something a cultivator at the Ninth Layer of Qi Martial Realm simply couldn't contend with.
The crowd forgot to attack, but Lin Feng did not. One dazzling light after another bloomed, and with each light came blood as its accompaniment. Not a single sword stroke was wasted; every one released its power to the fullest.
By now, Lin Feng had long forgotten mercy. In his heart, besides calmness, there was only coldness.
Nalan Hai watched as one strong warrior after another fell, his body trembling uncontrollably. These were all cultivators at the Eighth and Ninth Layers of Qi Martial Realm—even in the City Lord's Mansion, they were a formidable force. Yet now, they fell like straw, slaughtered by Lin Feng at will, one step, one kill.
What made Lin Feng's sword so deadly? And those eyes of his, so calm that they terrified Nalan Hai. Immersed in slaughter, Lin Feng seemed to have become a different person.
The whistling of the sword grew louder, drowning out the sound of the rain. In the space ahead, there seemed to be nothing left but crisscrossing sword energy. And this sword energy was still growing stronger.
"Run."
Nalan Hai snapped out of his shock, and only one thought remained in his mind: get away from this demon.
Without any hesitation, Nalan Hai turned and fled.
"Want to leave now? Don't you think it's a bit late?" A mocking voice rang out, especially harsh in the dark night. The whistling of the sword suddenly vanished, leaving only the sound of Lin Feng's footsteps in the puddles.
Nalan Hai's steps froze. He turned to face Lin Feng, forcing a smile uglier than tears.
"Lin Feng, you know this has nothing to do with me. It was the young lady who wanted to kill you; I was just following orders."
"I know." Lin Feng nodded, making Nalan Hai's heart leap with hope.
"So, a dog—killing it is no great loss. Not worth regretting." Lin Feng's next words made Nalan Hai's body stiffen, and then he saw the last light of his life, the light that swallowed him.
Looking at the fallen Nalan Hai, Lin Feng's face was expressionless. He turned to gaze at the corpses lying on the ground, then lifted his steps and walked slowly into the distance.
"Nalan Feng."
A low voice drifted far away, floating through the rainy night.
Lin Feng didn't know how long he walked. He came to a dark, desolate wilderness, sat cross-legged on the ground. White light flickered unceasingly, and the heaven and earth yuan qi around him turned into a solid luster, flowing over his body. Lin Feng had known since the moment his dark martial soul stirred that he was about to break through.
A martial soul, it was said, was part of a cultivator's soul, able to connect with the spirit. When a martial soul was about to undergo its lifebound awakening, the cultivator could feel it.
Sitting on the ground, Lin Feng's brows were tightly furrowed. At this moment, he had a very strange feeling, one he couldn't clearly describe, as if something was calling to him from the void.
After a moment, a tearing pain came, making Lin Feng's mind tighten. He knew the most dangerous moment had arrived.
Only those with firm will could undergo their martial soul's lifebound awakening. This was a widely recognized truth on the continent, and no one doubted it. Those with weak will could not undergo lifebound awakening.
The tearing pain gradually grew stronger. Lin Feng had the illusion that someone was tearing his soul apart, ripping the complete soul into pieces. The pain of his soul being torn made Lin Feng instantly bite his lip, and between his lips, crimson blood seeped out.
"Pain... why is it so painful?" Lin Feng had still underestimated the pain he would have to endure during the lifebound awakening of his martial soul. Having lived two lives, the injuries he had suffered before were nothing compared to this pain. The pain of a soul being torn—unless one experienced it personally, no one could describe it.
The rain gradually stopped. Lin Feng's whole body was still drenched, and he couldn't tell if it was rain or sweat. At this moment, he forgot everything, only knowing he had to endure the pain.
"Ah..." A hoarse roar escaped Lin Feng's mouth. The pain hadn't passed yet when an even more terrifying soul pain descended upon him, making him wish he could just die.
"If I can't endure this pain, my martial soul won't undergo lifebound awakening. In this life, I'll still be bullied, just like when my father and I were driven out of the clan, when Lin Qian and Nalan and the others dared to kill me at will. Living in such humiliation, it's not worth being reborn into this life."
Lin Feng gritted his teeth and persisted. His firm belief pushed the pain aside. No one could stop his determination to grow stronger—not even heaven.
The pain couldn't erode Lin Feng's powerful will. It seemed ready to fade at any moment, and Lin Feng's tense heart relaxed slightly. The lifebound awakening of his martial soul should be fine now, right?
"Sss... ah!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out. Lin Feng's body suddenly convulsed violently. Another tearing pain, several times more agonizing than before, struck him, making him writhe in agony with his eyes closed, blood oozing from his seven orifices.
"Damn heaven, I... fuck!" A few words burst from Lin Feng's mouth. His body trembled, then he fell straight back, unconscious.
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