# Chapter 1083: Slaying a Venerable
Lin Feng's expression remained completely unmoved. If he were being pursued by such a powerful expert elsewhere, he might die, but in the Wasteland Sea, he would not die.
In the other party's view, killing Lin Feng in the Wasteland Sea was the best choice. However, they probably never imagined that the truth was exactly the opposite—choosing to kill Lin Feng in the Wasteland Sea was the worst decision.
Without stopping, Lin Feng continued to drive the Void Ship forward madly. The other party wanted to kill him deep in the Wasteland Sea, and coincidentally, Lin Feng also wanted to go to a farther place.
"Stubborn and unrepentant. It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin," the expert behind said coldly when he saw Lin Feng remain unmoved and still not stop. "The foundation of a noble clan is beyond your imagination. You can only blame yourself for choosing a dead end!"
As he spoke, light flickered, and a banner appeared in his hand, fluttering in the wind. The banner seemed to be engraved with terrifying Sacred Marks, exuding a forbidden power that was extremely strong.
"Stop right there!"
The expert suddenly struck out with the banner. In an instant, the banner surpassed Lin Feng's Void Ship, descended in front of Lin Feng, and fiercely inserted itself into the void.
"Buzz, buzz..."
A terrifying forbidden power burst forth. The light of the Sacred Marks blazed brightly, and the void seemed to be branded with the power of Dao. Lin Feng's Void Ship slammed violently into an invisible wave of force, unable to move forward.
"This void has already been sealed. Where else can you flee?" The old man stepped down from the Void Ship, staring coldly at Lin Feng ahead, and said icily.
"A Sacred Artifact!" Lin Feng spat out a cold sound. It was a Sacred Artifact, and a powerful one capable of sealing the void at that.
"The Yang Clan, quite the extravagant move." Lin Feng slowly turned around, fixing his gaze on the old man. "Two powerful Venerables, a Void Ship, a Sacred Artifact that seals the void—truly a death trap. The Yang Clan really thinks highly of me."
All kinds of methods combined—this was to leave him with no way to heaven and no door to earth. Too ruthless. And they wanted to silence everyone on that warship to prevent the Heavenly Terrace from knowing. One had to admit, the Yang Clan had thought it through too perfectly, considering every possible factor. Flawless. They would definitely kill Lin Feng.
"I told you, the foundation of a noble clan is beyond your understanding. The more talented you are, the more you deserve to die." The old man sneered repeatedly, already treating Lin Feng as a dead man. With the void sealed, Lin Feng had no chance of survival.
"I want to know, why is the Yang Clan making such a big move? Besides Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye, have some old fossils also gotten involved?" Lin Feng asked coldly.
"A man about to die—telling you won't hurt. Insulting Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye is a small matter, but preventing Xuanyuan Potian from becoming a Martial Emperor's Disciple and marrying Miss Yang Ziye, thus destroying the marriage alliance between the Xuanyuan Clan and the Yang Clan—do you think the Yang Clan would let you live?"
Noble clans value interests the most. This marriage alliance between the Xuanyuan Clan and the Yang Clan was greatly beneficial to both families and would consolidate their power. The ones who most hoped the marriage would fail were probably the other great families. Lin Feng's disruption made the other families laugh.
"So that's how it is." Lin Feng smiled, innocently and brilliantly. "Unfortunately, my life is not something you can take!"
As his words fell, a demonic aura descended. With the void sealed, he had only one choice to resist such a powerful expert—the Demonic Sword!
"Oh?" The old man frowned. Then, a monstrous demonic power burst forth from Lin Feng's body, startling him.
"Demon Sealing Stele!"
"Demonic Dao Sacred Artifact!"
The old man's heart trembled. Suddenly, demonic clouds roiled, heaven and earth fell into chaos, and even the terrifying power of the Wasteland Sea became restless.
"To possess such a terrifying Demonic Dao Sacred Artifact—it seems this old man's trip was not in vain!" The man saw Lin Feng holding the Demonic Sword, and a terrifying greed flashed in his eyes. Lin Feng seemed to be using a sealing power to hold the Demonic Sword, otherwise he would likely be devoured by it. And this Demonic Sword made him feel a deep sense of dread, clearly indicating it was an extremely terrifying Demonic Dao Sacred Artifact. If it could be used by him...
"Boy, a powerful Sacred Artifact should have a master who can control it. You are unworthy. This old man will take this Demonic Sword for you!"
The old man stepped forward, his hand forming a seal. Instantly, a terrifying void hand reached toward Lin Feng's Demonic Sword, trying to seize it for himself.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!"
Lin Feng said nothing more. He slashed out with his sword. Terrifying demonic qi roiled endlessly. Thousands of sword energies carried the momentum of heaven and earth. The power of momentum was tainted with the demonic path, becoming extremely dreadful.
"Truly a terrifying Sacred Artifact. Such strong Demonic Mark power. This sword is mine. You are not worthy to possess it!" The old man's greed grew stronger and stronger. His hand trembled violently, and in the void, pairs of terrifying giant hands materialized, madly reaching for the Demonic Sword.
The giant hands continuously exploded and disintegrated under the Demonic Sword, turning into demonic clouds that merged into the momentum of the Demonic Sword.
"Let go!"
The old man roared, causing Lin Feng's body to tremble violently. The might of a powerful Venerable was indeed something he could not contend with. A single shout made his blood and qi surge. If it were the old him, he might have been shaken to death. But now, with his powerful bloodline, a dragon's roar faintly echoed within the sealed void, suppressing the surging blood and qi.
However, almost at the same time, a terrifying force transmitted through the Demonic Sword to his hand, nearly shattering the sealing power in his grip. The Demonic Sword almost slipped from his hand. The other party's power was too formidable—definitely not just First Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm. He had fought with Venerables before, and this person was far stronger than that. Possibly Third or Fourth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm.
Lin Feng's hand trembled. The Demonic Sword continuously traced through the void, instantly condensing a terrifying killing sword dao. He slashed out fiercely, and a demonic abyss surged forward, devouring the opponent.
"Pseudo-Sacred Mark Sword Dao. Ridiculous!"
The old man mocked. His hand continuously traced through the void, and in front of him, the shadow of a giant war drum appeared.
"Boom!"
The drum sound shook the heavens. Waves of terrifying force rebounded, trying to shake Lin Feng to death.
Lin Feng's Demonic Sword slashed out madly, erasing the terrifying rebounding force. But the other party struck out with a palm, pushing the illusory war drum forward. Instantly, terrifying ripples, along with the war drum, pressed toward Lin Feng. Even the demonic clouds were continuously crushed by the terrifying ripples, backlashing against Lin Feng.
"Invincible!" A thought arose in Lin Feng's mind. The gap in their cultivation levels was too vast—a difference of a hundred thousand miles. There was no way to make up for it. Not even the Demonic Sword could help.
The terrifying sealing power suppressed the Demonic Sword. Both hands gripped the sword tightly. The dragon's roar rolled and raged again. Killing intent soared to the heavens. The demonic clouds seemed to transform into a demonic dragon, roaring in the void.
"It seems Young Master Zilan underestimated you. Your bloodline power is actually this strong!" The other party could now clearly see that Lin Feng's blood and qi were surging like a furious sea, extremely powerful. It seemed choosing to kill him in the Wasteland Sea was completely correct.
"Kill!" Lin Feng roared in anger. Holding the sword with both hands, he slashed toward the opponent, as if willing to sacrifice everything to kill him—a completely desperate posture.
"Does it matter? Go die!"
Holding the war drum, the other party's hand trembled repeatedly. Waves of incomparably terrifying light ripples pressed down toward Lin Feng's Demonic Sword. The demonic dragon was shattered. The demonic clouds dissipated. Through the Demonic Sword, all the terrifying force slammed into Lin Feng's body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood directly. His body weakly fell downward.
"Pfft!"
With a light sound, Lin Feng plunged into the Wasteland Sea, instantly buried. The Demonic Sword, as if possessing intelligence, quietly floated on the surface of the Wasteland Sea, its tip pointing to the sky.
"A mere Heavenly Martial cultivator dares to oppose the Yang Clan. How could he not die? This Demonic Dao Sacred Artifact, I want it!"
Falling into the Wasteland Sea, how could Lin Feng, at the Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, survive? Even with his terrifying power, he dared not go deep into the Wasteland Sea, let alone Lin Feng.
"From now on, I am your master!" The old man's body trembled. He reached for the Demonic Sword, touching its blade, a brilliant smile spreading across his face.
Lin Feng was dead. The Demonic Sword had no master. It would be his.
"Chi!" However, at that moment, a peerlessly fierce and ferocious aura burst forth. The terrifying demonic intent made him feel ice-cold all over.
"Boom!" The Wasteland Sea surged upward, about to bury his body. The Demonic Sword suddenly stabbed out, impossibly fast, directly piercing into his chest. His expression froze there. Terrifying demonic qi rampaged inside his body, making him feel a bone-piercing coldness!
Then, he saw a pair of eyes—ice-cold, piercing eyes. Lin Feng's eyes. He held the Demonic Sword that had pierced into his body, emerging from the Wasteland Sea!
Lin Feng was not dead. He was going to slay him!