# Chapter 1084: The Alluring Woman
"How is this possible, how can he not be dead..." That venerable sensed demonic energy rampaging within his body, his face pale, filled with shock. Even a cultivator at the Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm couldn't resist the power of desolation, let alone fall into the Desolate Sea. How could Lin Feng possibly be alive?
"Kill!"
Lin Feng spat out an ice-cold voice as the power of desolation surged wildly along the demon sword into the opponent's body, intending to completely annihilate him.
"Roar, why?!"
The man roared in fury. Lin Feng only felt a terrifying force slam heavily into him. The violent blood energy seemed to want to force the demon sword out. The power of blood coalesced into an enraged lion, charging out from within the body and smashing fiercely into Lin Feng.
Lin Feng directly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body once again blasted into the Desolate Sea. He cursed inwardly. A venerable could condense blood energy into bloodline power—indeed, even when being shredded by the demon sword, the bloodline power wrapped around the demon sword, allowing him to survive severe injuries.
However, that sword strike had been too sudden, and combined with the demon sword's terrifying destructive demonic might, the opponent's internal organs had been destroyed in an instant. He was merely struggling in his death throes now.
That old man continuously spat blood from his mouth, his hand gripping the demon sword as he slowly pulled it out from his body.
"Whoosh!"
Another surge of terrifying power erupted along with the Desolate Sea, dazzling and brilliant. The venerable wanted to dodge, but his injuries were too severe, and the power of desolation was also invading. He couldn't evade. A brilliant sharp sword directly pierced his throat, causing his eyes to bulge out.
"Sacred Artifact!"
This was another sacred artifact sword. The old man's bulging eyes held disbelief. Why was this happening? He had meticulously designed a certain-kill trap, sealing the space, making the Desolate Sea Lin Feng's burial ground. Yet, the opponent actually ignored the Desolate Sea, freely entering and exiting, while wielding two sacred artifact swords.
"Let me tell you why!" Lin Feng saw that the opponent still wouldn't die and couldn't help marveling at how tough venerable martial cultivators were. The demon sea opened at his glabella, and terrifying power of desolation instantly surged out, engulfing the opponent.
"Desolation, how can it be the power of desolation!" The old man was stunned speechless by this scene. Of course, he couldn't speak either. Then, a powerful force pulled at him, directly dragging him into the Desolate Sea, allowing the power of desolation to take advantage. Without the resistance of strong power, even with the old man's formidable cultivation, he was still doomed in the Desolate Sea.
The Desolate Sea roared wildly, burying both their bodies together.
"I regret this so much!" A terrifying sound wave rolled out, carrying intense unwillingness. This voice came directly from the abdomen. Regret! To cultivate to the Fourth Layer of Sovereign Martial Realm was incredibly difficult, yet he died at the hands of Lin Feng, who was at the Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. He had a million regrets, but there was nothing he could do. He could no longer resist the invasion of desolation.
"Boom!"
A terrifying wave surged from the Desolate Sea. Lin Feng was blasted into the void by the wave, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood again, his face pale.
Stabilizing his form, he put away the Celestial Fate Sword, then used the Demon Sealing Stele to seal the demon sword. He could barely control the demon sword anymore. Fortunately, that bastard had finally died completely. At the moment of death, he had even detonated his bloodline power, nearly killing Lin Feng. In the future, if he wanted to kill such people, he had to be extremely cautious. Venerables were too terrifying—they wouldn't even let him off easy in death.
"Cough, that was really close!" Lin Feng coughed up a trace of blood, cursed softly, then flashed his body and put away the banner, a smile appearing in his eyes. A sacred artifact capable of sealing space—this injury was worth it. But he had noted this debt. The Yang Clan, very good. These two old monsters had come to kill him!
Lin Feng naturally wouldn't miss the opponent's Void Warship either. He accepted it as well, or else he wouldn't be doing justice to this desperate battle.
After doing all this, Lin Feng returned to his own Void Ship. The Essence Light Curtain appeared, and the Void Ship streaked through space, while Lin Feng lay limply on it, his face still very pale. He had killed a venerable, but he had also paid a heavy price.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Feng disappeared into this stretch of void. After he left, another strong member of the Yang Clan arrived at this space. He had killed everyone on the warship and then rushed over, but the sacred artifact had sealed the space, causing the aura here to spread very slowly. Coupled with the influence of the terrifying Desolate Sea, he only found this place now, but discovered only very faint remnants of aura, all swallowed and replaced by the power of the Desolate Sea—only the violent and brutal power of desolation remained.
"The battle location should be here, but where are the people?" The old man frowned deeply. With his companion's terrifying strength, plus the sacred artifact capable of sealing the void, Lin Feng should have been dead for sure. He must have been killed. But why had his companion disappeared? This puzzled him.
"That bastard, did he return to the clan alone to claim credit?" The old man cursed softly, thinking of one possibility. This was also the only possibility he could think of. Turning around, his body moved toward the edge of the Desolate Sea, preparing to return to the Northern Wasteland.
Nine Dragons Island had existed for several thousand years. It was said that the first island lord was a ruthless man—vicious but extremely powerful, a Martial Emperor. He personally carved out a desolate area, built his mansion, then captured many powerful slaves, making them obey his commands to rob travelers on the Desolate Sea. As long as there was profit to be made, there was nothing they wouldn't dare to do, even venturing into the Desolate Sea to seek treasures.
After many years, Nine Dragons Island's wealth became increasingly terrifying, with many extremely precious treasures. That ruthless man then began fair trade with the outside world, gradually making Nine Dragons Island richer and stronger. Today, it had become a city within the Desolate Sea—wealthy, chaotic, yet full of excitement. Here, anything could be done.
Nine Dragons Island's foundation was extremely deep. They still dared to do anything, except touch some supremely terrifying existences. They would rob even those noble families without hesitation. Last time, they had even tried to rob a young lady of the Yang Clan. It was said the reason was ridiculous—the island lord's grandson wanted a woman, and the Yang Clan young lady had decent looks and could enhance bloodline power, so they wanted to capture her. Utterly lawless.
At the edge of Nine Dragons Island stood nine enormous dragon statues, which were nine massive warships capable of holding ten thousand people.
At this moment, in the distance of Nine Dragons Island, many warships were traveling across the Desolate Sea, heading straight for Nine Dragons Island. In recent days, Nine Dragons Island seemed especially prosperous, with an extremely large number of people arriving.
On one warship heading toward Nine Dragons Island, a young man was particularly eye-catching. This person was imposing, with an heroic and extraordinary aura, as if he would trample the world beneath his feet. An invisible domineering intent emanated from him. This person was none other than Xuanyuan Potian.
Behind Xuanyuan Potian were a young man and woman. If Lin Feng saw these two, he would definitely want to obliterate them. They were Yang Zilan and Yang Ziye.
Although Xuanyuan Potian hadn't obtained a Martial Emperor's Disciple seat and had no face to publicly propose marriage, the Yang Clan still hoped this alliance would succeed. Therefore, they had Yang Ziye get closer to Xuanyuan Potian. Behind them, naturally, strong members of the Yang Clan accompanied them. Nine Dragons Island had almost robbed Yang Ziye last time—they wouldn't forget that.
On the other side of the warship, a man in purple robes had sharp eyes, with a hint of purple light in his pupils. If Lin Feng saw him, he would discover that this person had a similar temperament to that disciple who had forcefully ascended the fifth heaven that day—the same purple robes, the same purple pupils. And he was even more powerful than that young disciple.
At the same time, on another warship in the distance, there was a woman dressed in black, exuding heroic spirit. Her exquisite figure was completely outlined by a tight-fitting outfit, full of seductive allure. Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her eyes held a clear, bright light, dazzling and brilliant. Unfortunately, her face was shrouded in a layer of mist, making it impossible to see clearly. On the warship, many people stared at her enchanting figure, constantly swallowing saliva.
Behind this woman with an alluring figure stood another figure also dressed in black. If Lin Feng and Qiongqi were here, they would be very surprised, because they had seen this figure before at the Dragon Palace beneath the Wu River. It was a mutated demonic beast, now guarding this enchanting woman!
PS: Thanks to friends Xue Ba Dian Feng and Qwea18 for their tips!