Chapter 1045: The Old Man Is an Emperor
Lin Feng was pulled up from the tree he had crashed into. Yuan Fei laughed and said, "If those sneaky bastards dare to come looking for trouble again, I'll kill one for every one I see."
If Lin Feng had heard Yuan Fei speak with such arrogance before, he would have sneered. But now, having witnessed Yuan Fei's terrifying strength firsthand, Lin Feng understood that this was a straightforward man who said exactly what he thought. After exchanging a few palm strikes, Yuan Fei had already taken a liking to him, unlike the others who only wanted to hunt him down.
Of course, with Yuan Fei's strength, even in this terrifying killing ground, hunting down seventy people would be no problem at all.
"Yuan Fei, since you have this kind of power, why come here? I imagine even those at the Eighth or Ninth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, you could still fight," Lin Feng asked, somewhat puzzled. In his view, this Trial Ground was useless for a freak like Yuan Fei.
"Lin Feng, you're wrong there. At the bottom of this Wasteland Sea, there aren't just powerful cultivators. The Wasteland Sea has existed since ancient times, burying endless bones. Those bones that haven't corroded all belonged to terrifyingly strong warriors. Over countless years, the seabed itself has become an enormous treasure trove. In the Trial Ground, there are some Desolate Caves that leak out desolate aura. If you're lucky, some good stuff might even appear. But that's rare. If you happen to find relics left over from ancient battles, that's an incredible stroke of luck."
Yuan Fei spoke slowly. Lin Feng nodded inwardly. This reminded him of his previous world, where people would dive into the sea to salvage treasures. But the Wasteland Sea was nothing like the oceans of his past life—it was a true land of destruction, an ancient battlefield. Over countless years, the treasures buried within were astonishing.
"Even setting aside the treasures, just among the cultivators in the Eight Wastelands Realm, there are some incredibly powerful figures I'm wary of," Yuan Fei continued. "And right now, in this Trial Ground, there's one person whose strength is terrifying."
"Mm." Lin Feng nodded slightly. Since even Yuan Fei admitted the person was terrifying, he must truly be formidable. And since Lin Feng and Xuanyuan Potian had entered the Trial Ground together, Yuan Fei couldn't be referring to him—it had to be someone else.
As Lin Feng and Yuan Fei talked, rustling sounds came from all around, but soon faded into silence. Yuan Fei didn't even bother to acknowledge them. Clearly, those Shadow Hunters were deeply wary of Lin Feng. They had come to pursue him but left quietly without daring to make a sound.
"Lin Feng, let me take you to see the Desolate Cave. Maybe we'll get lucky and find something good," Yuan Fei said with a smile.
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded. He wanted to see what this so-called Desolate Cave was all about.
"You're still alive?" Just as they were about to leave, a cold voice drifted over, making Lin Feng's expression stiffen before he let out a cold laugh.
A figure strode over, standing proudly in the void, staring at Lin Feng with icy eyes filled with chilling killing intent.
"So you survived the Shadow Hunters' pursuit by finding a helper. But in the end, you can't escape death." Xuanyuan Potian looked down at Lin Feng as if he were already a corpse.
"At the same cultivation level, you were suppressed and defeated by me. That grudge drives you to want my life. It's your shame, and you want to wash it away. But you've already lost. That shame can never be cleansed," Lin Feng said coldly. "Xuanyuan Potian, you're nothing but a reputation without substance."
Because he couldn't defeat Lin Feng at the same level, Xuanyuan Potian was fixated on killing him. That itself was a sign of incompetence, a narrow mind. If he were truly confident and strong, he would let Lin Feng go, let him grow, and fight him again another day. Yuan Fei, on the other hand, was straightforward and seemingly reckless, but after clashing with Lin Feng, he felt a mutual respect. That was magnanimity—something Xuanyuan Potian lacked.
"No matter how clever your tongue, you die today," Xuanyuan Potian ignored Lin Feng's words.
But Yuan Fei grew impatient. "Where did this brat come from? Get lost, or I'll make you call me grandpa!"
"Oh?" Xuanyuan Potian's expression stiffened as he coldly glanced at Yuan Fei. Someone actually dared to tell him to get lost—and even claimed to be his grandfather.
In the Northern Wasteland, he, Xuanyuan Potian, had fought countless battles. Except for Lin Feng, no one at the same level had ever defeated him. How dare this man be so arrogant and overbearing?
"You're asking for death!" Xuanyuan Potian took a step forward, and terrifying fist force erupted. The space howled as he crossed the distance in an instant, appearing before Yuan Fei.
"Get lost!" Yuan Fei roared, unleashing a wild and domineering palm strike that collided with Xuanyuan Potian's attack. A thunderous boom echoed as Lin Feng's body flew backward—even the residual force of that palm strike was unbearable.
Xuanyuan Potian's body was sent staggering back to his original position, but Yuan Fei stood unmoved.
"Who are you?" Xuanyuan Potian's expression froze as he stared at Yuan Fei. How could someone possess such terrifying power?
"I'm your grandpa Yuan Fei!" Yuan Fei took a massive step forward. Despite his burly, seemingly clumsy frame, his speed was terrifying—Lin Feng had already witnessed this. Yuan Fei had used a single roar to shake the Shadow Hunters out of hiding, then instantly charged forward, killing several in the blink of an eye.
Now it was the same. As Yuan Fei stepped forward, thunder seemed to roll. His steps appeared simple and clumsy, but if one looked closely, they seemed to contain a hint of Dao rhythm and mystery.
Xuanyuan Potian's expression stiffened. He stamped his foot on the void, and a vast momentum gathered. The space itself seemed to be lifted, surging toward Yuan Fei to crush him.
"Scram!"
"Roar!"
"Boom!"
Yuan Fei punched out, and the space trembled violently. His arm seemed to vibrate several times in succession, causing the air to explode with cracking sounds. Xuanyuan Potian grunted, his body slamming into several large trees, shattering them all into powder.
"Boom!" A wild, overbearing aura erupted from Xuanyuan Potian's body. His bloodline power surged endlessly, enveloping him in a bloody aura.
Rage!
He, Xuanyuan Potian, had been repelled twice by physical force alone, and the second time he was sent flying. This humiliation was even greater than what Lin Feng had inflicted on him.
"I'll kill you!" Xuanyuan Potian's face flushed red as he stared at Yuan Fei. His bloodline churned without rest, shrouding his entire body. In that moment, Xuanyuan Potian seemed like a Martial Emperor reborn, a war god descended to the mortal world.
"Die!" A thunderous roar erupted from Xuanyuan Potian's mouth. His palm crackled with explosive sounds, and two massive blood-red characters appeared before his hand: Xuanyuan.
Light flashed, and a wooden staff appeared in Yuan Fei's hand—the same black wooden staff Lin Feng had seen when they first met. Spitting out a few rough breaths, Yuan Fei stepped forward and swung the staff. The void shimmered with flowing light, as if illusory radiance danced with the staff's movement. A dull, howling wind sounded, and the power of that space seemed to follow the staff's motion.
"Xuanyuan, suppress!" Xuanyuan Potian shouted coldly. The two characters Xuanyuan shot from his palm, transforming into a blood-red wheel of light that flew toward Yuan Fei.
"Scram!" Still the same simple word roared out. Yuan Fei's staff thrust forward, and a colossal wooden staff appeared in the void, like a divine pillar stabilizing the sea, as if it would crush heaven and earth.
"Boom!" The Xuanyuan characters instantly shattered into powder, dissipating into the air. The massive staff shadow continued to press downward.
Xuanyuan Potian's expression changed drastically. His terrifying bloodline power surged upward. Rumbling sounds continued endlessly as everything was shattered, unstoppable.
"You're Yuan Fei!" Xuanyuan Potian roared. With a series of explosions, terrifying power shot upward, finally shattering the fearsome attack. Then Xuanyuan Potian's feet retreated rapidly, and he turned to flee without any intention of continuing the fight.
Clearly, the name Yuan Fei carried immense weight.
Lin Feng was stunned. He walked over to Yuan Fei and said, "He seems terrified of you."
"So he's a descendant of that Xuanyuan guy. Next time he dares to come, I'll smash him dead with one swing!" Yuan Fei said, glaring.
"Uh..." Lin Feng was speechless. A descendant of that Xuanyuan guy? Yuan Fei spoke of a Martial Emperor's descendant so casually.
"Xuanyuan—that's a Martial Emperor. He's a descendant of a Martial Emperor!" Lin Feng stared at Yuan Fei.
Yuan Fei scratched his head, then muttered a curse under his breath: "My old man is an emperor himself. What's so great about that lousy Martial Emperor descendant?"