# Chapter 1092: The Fury of Nine Dragons Island
"You're insane!" Gu Qiuyun's face, already pale, turned deathly white as Lin Feng sealed him completely.
The Wasteland Sea—why had this man suddenly gone mad, dragging him into the Wasteland Sea, trading his own life for his?
Why? Why was this happening? He couldn't understand. Lin Feng had given him the Demon Sealing Stele the moment he struck—was this all just an excuse to get close, waiting for the moment of mutual destruction? This outcome was something he could never have dreamed of. Not just him—no one could have imagined anyone would be so crazy as to trade life for life. What deep, irreconcilable hatred existed between Lin Feng and him?
"Crazy? Not long ago when I spoke with you, weren't you arrogant enough?" Lin Feng transmitted his voice directly into Gu Qiuyun's ear, not concealing his tone, causing Gu Qiuyun's eyes to widen in fury. It was him—Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. Yes, he was also a Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator!
He had come to avenge Tang Youyou and the others. This was also the man who had taken Huangfu Long away. And he was skilled in disguise techniques, even changing his aura.
"Plop!" A soft sound rang out as the two fell together into the Wasteland Sea. Gu Qiuyun's eyes still stared fixedly at Lin Feng, making his last resistance.
"Don't think I'm going to die with you. The Wasteland Sea can't kill me!" Seeing Lin Feng's calm expression, showing no resistance to the Wasteland Sea's erosion, Gu Qiuyun's heart sank into an endless abyss, icy cold to the bone. What kind of demon had he provoked? The Wasteland Sea... couldn't kill him...
These words brought Gu Qiuyun despair. They were the last words he ever heard. He never dreamed he would die like this, that even his family and faction wouldn't know who killed him. In his final moments before death, he thought of many things, but most of all, only coldness and despair, along with regret... He regretted throwing away his life over Tang Youyou and the others.
How powerful was the Primordial Force? Even ordinary Venerables couldn't resist it. In just a moment, Gu Qiuyun was completely swallowed up, his consciousness gone. But Lin Feng moved stealthily through the Wasteland Sea, his eyes icy cold.
"The Demon Sealing Stele—was it so easy to take?" Lin Feng's expression was indifferent as he collected the Storage Ring that hadn't been corroded away.
The Wasteland Sea cut off all aura. Even if someone stood right above him, they wouldn't know he was alive.
Gu Qiuyun never dreamed Lin Feng would die with him. Yang Zilan and the others naturally never dreamed such a scene would suddenly unfold before their eyes. They were all stunned, mouths opening and closing, speechless. Lin Feng's final shout was meant to harm them!
At this moment, Yang Zilan felt at a loss. He was panicking. Why was this happening? He couldn't understand. Did that young man with the surname Feng hate Nine Dragons Island, or did he hate the Yang Clan?
"Brother, what should we do?" Yang Ziye's face was pale. Lin Feng's roar had drawn many people from afar—many experts, moving extremely fast.
"We'll explain to them. The man wasn't killed by us. What's there to fear?" Yang Zilan shook his head. To be honest, he didn't know what to do right now. His mind was a mess.
"Young Master, there's no way to explain. We need to leave now!" A Venerable produced a Void Ship, a life-saving gift from their clan. The Yang Clan didn't have many Void Ships left—Lin Feng had taken two.
"Let's go. There's no explaining this. The people of Nine Dragons Island will kill us directly!" Xuanyuan Potian said coldly, stepping onto the Void Ship.
Explain? How? Say that Lin Feng had killed him? But where was Lin Feng now? And how could they explain a Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator like Lin Feng? Was it possible that Lin Feng would use his own life to kill someone?
This was a death trap from the start. Lin Feng was going to ruin them. He remembered how, back at the Martial Arts Arena, Lin Feng had deliberately pointed out in front of everyone that the Yang Clan and Nine Dragons Island had enmity, warning Gu Qiuyun to be careful. It seemed he had ulterior motives even then. Combined with the terrifying aura of the fierce spear and Lin Feng's final roar, Yang Zilan was undoubtedly branded as the murderer. Even jumping into the Wasteland Sea couldn't wash away the accusation.
"Bastard!" Yang Zilan roared, his heart churning. Then, helplessly, he jumped onto the Void Ship. He had no choice. This time, that stranger had screwed him over completely.
The Void Ship streaked across the Wasteland Sea, fleeing madly, instantly turning into a blur.
Just as they left, many experts flashed over. Their faces instantly turned deathly pale. The young master? Was he really dead?
"Who killed my grandson!"
"Who killed my son!"
Terrifying roars rolled through the air, traveling hundreds of miles, shaking everyone's hearts. People held their breath, trembling with fear. They knew—Gu Qiuyun was dead. His soul jade must have shattered.
The experts above the Wasteland Sea instantly wore extremely ugly expressions. Dead. Really dead. The people of the Yang Clan had killed their young master at the edge of Nine Dragons Island.
"So ruthless!"
"It must have been that the young master wanted his war spear, causing a conflict. Then the other party used the war spear to kill the young master, even throwing his body into the Wasteland Sea, leaving no trace."
"The Yang Clan... too ruthless!"
The crowd murmured, having already 'deduced' the truth. Their young master wanted the war spear, which sparked the conflict, and was killed on the spot.
Moreover, after killing the young master, the other party had thrown the body into the Wasteland Sea to destroy the evidence, then escaped on a Void Ship—they had planned their escape all along.
Yes. The truth. That was it!
Nine Dragons Island fell into chaos. Many experts took the lead, boarding warships to pursue Yang Zilan.
At the same time, countless warships launched into the Wasteland Sea. Figures flashed everywhere, all heading toward the edge of Nine Dragons Island, boarding the warships. Many people of Nine Dragons Island saw such a grand spectacle for the first time. How terrifying! Nine Dragons Island truly had millennia of foundation—too frightening. Countless experts. At a glance, they were all Venerables. Heavenly Martial cultivators only qualified to carry their shoes.
The crowd understood. Gu Qiuyun had been killed, and on Nine Dragons Island's own territory. This time, the Island Lord of Nine Dragons Island was enraged, deploying the elite forces of Nine Dragons Island to march toward the Northern Wasteland.
"Is that Yang Zilan an idiot? Killing Gu Qiuyun on Nine Dragons Island? Too bold. Utterly foolish."
"Young masters from such great families really have no brains—dumber than pigs. Isn't this inviting a great enemy for his Yang Clan? This time, the Yang Clan is in trouble. If they don't hand over Yang Zilan, Nine Dragons Island will probably go to war with the clan!"
"That's certain. Last time, Nine Dragons Island intercepted the Yang Clan's young lady, only wanting to take her as a wife for Gu Qiuyun. They wouldn't have harmed her. It was also considered a match in status, just a bit forceful. But the Yang Clan was too ruthless—they killed the man outright. This time, the sky is about to fall."
The crowd whispered among themselves, all cursing Yang Zilan for being too stupid.
But how could they know Yang Zilan's pain? How could he be stupid enough to kill Gu Qiuyun on Nine Dragons Island? But Lin Feng's method was simply unimaginable. At this moment, Yang Zilan wished he could kill someone. If Lin Feng hadn't fallen into the Wasteland Sea himself, Yang Zilan would have dug him up and whipped his corpse.
How could the crowd know that the mastermind behind this, Lin Feng, was now standing at the boundary between Nine Dragons Island and the Wasteland Sea? He had used his Shadow Martial Soul to secretly come ashore, then changed his face and appeared. No one would recognize him.
Watching the groups of warships of Nine Dragons Island, their banners fluttering in the wind, a cold smile appeared on his face.
The grudges between Yang Zilan, Yang Ziye, and himself needed no elaboration. The Yang Clan had sent two top experts to set up a deadly trap for him. How could Lin Feng not repay this kindness?
And Nine Dragons Island—they had treated Youyou and the others like slaves, abandoned them in the Wasteland Sea, their fate unknown. How could this grudge not be avenged?
"Let the war begin. The more brutal, the better!"
Lin Feng murmured to himself, as if he were an innocent bystander, completely detached.
"Set out!" A furious roar rolled through the air. The warships of Nine Dragons Island lined up in a continuous formation, heading toward the Northern Wasteland, vast and imposing, shaking everyone's hearts. The crowd could already imagine a great war about to erupt.
Although Nine Dragons Island had dispatched many warships, they still left a few to see off guests. Lin Feng boarded one heading to the Northern Wasteland. This great war—as its instigator, how could he miss it?