# Chapter 1042: The Emperor of Assassins
"Such powerful Primordial Power!" Lin Feng looked up, seeing what seemed to be a mass of dark light, with the Primordial Power spreading out from within.
The Shadow Hunter had actually tried to lure him here, using the Primordial Power to obliterate him. A well-laid scheme, unfortunately, the Primordial Power could not harm him.
"It's still continuously releasing and spreading. It seems the Shadow Hunter knew long ago that there was a gap in the Primordial Sea here. Opening it would allow the Primordial Sea's power to enter this space." Lin Feng muttered to himself, then his figure flickered as he left this area.
With his terrifying speed, Lin Feng quickly distanced himself from the region where the Primordial Power was being released, continuing to grope his way forward. He wondered how Qiu Yuexin was doing at the moment. However, with her cultivation at the Seventh Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm and her strong combat power, as long as she didn't encounter anyone too powerful, she should be safe.
But Lin Feng's brow soon furrowed as he moved stealthily. He had an intuition, as if an icy crisis was gradually spreading toward him. This sense of crisis had been tailing him, never leaving for a moment.
"Could I be tracked again?" Lin Feng's expression stiffened. This Trial Ground was far too dangerous, with killing intent at every step. Fortunately, he had powerful methods. If anyone else had entered here with worse luck, they would surely die.
"A land of slaughter. Let me see who else wants to kill me!"
Lin Feng's expression turned cold as he continued forward through the dim space. With his current abilities, taking his life would not be so easy.
That sense of crisis seemed to persistently tail Lin Feng, making him very uncomfortable, as if someone might deliver a killing blow at any moment. Yet when he extended his divine sense, he found nothing. The stealth techniques of some people here were too terrifying, concealing their aura so completely that it couldn't be detected.
Finally, after another period of time, Lin Feng stopped moving forward and stood still, saying coldly: "No need to hide anymore. Come out!"
Lin Feng's voice echoed through the void, but there was no response. The space was deathly silent.
"Rustle, rustle..." Finally, a faint sound emerged. An icy wind swept through the void, brushing against Lin Feng, carrying a bone-piercing chill.
"So there really is someone!" Lin Feng's expression was indifferent as he still stood motionless. Around his body, snowflakes once again drifted through the air, and the entire space was filled with a terrifying coldness.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle!" The sound grew louder, coming from all directions. A cold wind, centered on Lin Feng, began to howl wildly, kicking up sand and gravel.
An icy killing intent descended upon Lin Feng, very cold. They could no longer hold back; they were about to make their move.
"Boom!" A terrifying aura suddenly descended upon Lin Feng. In an instant, his body seemed to sink into a realm of illusion. Demonic shadows rushed toward him, stabbing at him.
"Scram!" Lin Feng raised his hand and struck out with a palm. The illusions vanished, as if they had never appeared. But in the next instant, within the illusionary realm, countless shadows simultaneously stabbed toward him, both illusory and real.
"Illusion technique!" Lin Feng's expression turned cold. These figures were both illusory and real, fundamentally fake. The powerful illusion caused him to experience spatial misperceptions.
Lin Feng's expression hardened. He released his Dark Martial Soul, and instantly, his pupils turned into pitch-black, indifferent eyes, cold and emotionless, as if they could see through everything.
Shadows charged at him, but Lin Feng directly ignored them, paying them no heed. These were all illusions.
He closed his eyes slightly, but his mind was exceptionally clear. Everything in the space seemed unable to escape his perception. Every movement was directly imprinted in his mind.
"Shing!" A faint sound emerged. Amidst these illusions, a dim light bloomed, stabbing toward Lin Feng's throat.
"Boom!" Lin Feng's pupils suddenly snapped open. An incomparably cold gaze burst forth at this moment, carrying a terrifying light.
"Die!" Lin Feng roared thunderously. Then, a bloody light bloomed, the dim space stained red as it swept past. Terrifying sword energy erupted all at once. Sounds of flesh being pierced rang out continuously. Those illusions seemed to shatter, obliterated by the blood sword. And the cold light ahead also withdrew in an instant.
"Where do you think you're going!" Lin Feng's expression was cold. His foot suddenly stepped forward, chasing after the figure ahead. Another shadow assassin, his figure completely invisible. Too terrifying.
"Die!" Lin Feng roared thunderously. Man and sword became one. At this moment, his body was about to transform into a sword.
"Boom!" A terrifying palm force came down from above Lin Feng's head. This palm force carried the power of annihilation, as if countless blades were stabbing out, trying to shred Lin Feng to pieces.
"What's going on?" Lin Feng's expression turned cold. The sword of unity did not release. He changed direction and slashed upward with his sword. The terrifying sword light seemed to split the sky, blood energy rolling endlessly.
"Shing, shing!" Light bloomed again before him. That terrifying killing sword struck once more, trying to put him to death.
"Roar!" Lin Feng let out a furious roar, as if thousands of demons were howling, rushing toward the light ahead to blast it apart. By now, Lin Feng understood clearly: those trying to kill him were not just one person.
"Die!"
Almost simultaneously, behind Lin Feng, a terrifying golden palm print blasted out, striking straight at his heart, as if trying to dig out his heart.
"Three people!"
Lin Feng's expression was ice-cold. Those hunting him were not just one person, but three acting together, tracking him all along, trying to obliterate him.
"Buddha-Demon Body!"
Lin Feng shouted coldly. He did not use the Void Demon Art but instead transformed into a Buddha-Demon. Instantly, Buddha-Demon light flowed over his body without cease. Dark demonic light and golden Buddha light bloomed simultaneously.
"Thousand Buddha Seals, Ten Thousand Demon Palms!"
Lin Feng roared. Instantly, it seemed as if thousands of Buddha seals and ten thousand demon palms bloomed simultaneously. Terrifying golden Buddha light and cold demonic light tried to obliterate everything.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The terrifying power seemed to destroy everything, causing heaven and earth to rumble and tremble. The blood handprint vanished, the light was no more. The palm force from the void was also blasted apart. Two black figures continuously retreated, then in an instant submerged back into the darkness, as if they had never appeared.
Lin Feng stood in place, his cold gaze sweeping the surroundings. His expression was extremely cold. He had actually been tailed and hunted by several people.
"So it seems that in this land of slaughter, not everyone acts alone. Some also join hands to assassinate others." Lin Feng said to himself. At this moment, he had encountered an assassination squad.
"Who are you?" Lin Feng asked coldly into the space.
The space was silent for a moment, then echoes came back: "Shadow Hunters!"
"Shadow Hunters!" Lin Feng's expression froze. He said coldly: "The Shadow Hunter has already been killed by me!"
"We are all Shadow Hunters!" Echoes came from the void again, from all directions. Lin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted. They were all Shadow Hunters. The words "Shadow Hunter" that the dying man had spat out did not refer to one person, but a group, a group of hunters.
"Rustle, rustle!" Sounds from afar continued. It seemed more people were coming, still hidden in the darkness. Lin Feng could not capture their figures.
In the distance, atop a large tree, a figure stood proudly. His clothes moved with the wind. Standing there, he gave off a terrifying domineering aura, as if he were the king of this space.
He simply stood on the tree, yet no one dared to hunt him.
This person was none other than Xuanyuan Potian.
"I was planning to send you off myself. Since the Shadow Hunters have set their sights on you, it seems I won't need to make a move." Xuanyuan Potian's heart was ice-cold. His eyes carried killing intent. Of course, he knew where he was. This was already his second time setting foot in this land of slaughter.
As for who the Shadow Hunters were, he naturally knew as well.
In the Eight Wastelands, the Northern Wasteland, there was a Martial Emperor known as the Emperor of Assassins. His assassination techniques were extremely terrifying. Even Martial Emperors dared not provoke him. And he only accepted one type of disciple: assassins, killers!
The Shadow Hunters were not one person, but represented the disciples of the Emperor of Assassins!
PS: No flowers today. I'm frustrated. How could there be no flowers? Asking for flowers!