Chapter 1139: Leave Not One Alive
"The Creation Saint Pill triggers the light of the Saint Immortal. Everyone, think carefully—which demon race from the ancient records does this correspond to?" At this moment, a rolling voice rang out, seemingly deliberately prompting the crowd.
As his words fell, even more figures surged forward. Clearly, many had vaguely guessed the truth, yet no one spoke it aloud. Understanding in one's heart was enough; speaking it would cross certain taboos.
Of course, the reason they dared to act was merely because they relied on the fact that this demon race did not exist in the Eight Wastelands Realm. Otherwise, no one would have dared to make such an open move.
Rumors said that some terrifying demon kings were favored by heaven, possessing fragments of ancient memories within their minds. These memories were called inherited memories. If one could unearth them, they would be a treasure trove of shocking value.
"Capture her! Take her for yourself!" The rolling voice rang out again from within the crowd, driving everyone even more frenzied. The experts of the Heavenly Terrace furrowed their brows, feeling overwhelmed as more and more covetous powerhouses joined in.
"These fools. Whoever comes close first, I, the Emperor, will send them on their way." Qiongqi glared viciously at the attacking figures, cursing inwardly. Xue Zhongxian's identity, combined with her ethereal, peerless beauty, was bound to incite such madness.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
At that moment, it was as if ten thousand swords sang in unison across the void. The Heavenly Martial Realm cultivators who had not yet joined the battle looked up into the distance, their gazes all freezing.
Swords—a sky-piercing sword intent surged from afar, arriving at an inconceivable speed. In an extremely brief instant, the terrifying sword intent was upon them. An unparalleled sword dao power filled everyone's hearts, causing the battle to involuntarily slow down.
Many experts raised their heads, gazing into the void. Then, they saw the leading figure, and their eyes couldn't help but freeze.
Lin Feng!
Lin Feng had returned. He had come back alive. And behind Lin Feng, he brought countless terrifying sword cultivators, several of whom possessed realms so fearsome they were suffocating.
"The Sword Pavilion!"
The crowd's expressions tightened. These people had to be from the Sword Pavilion. In Sword City, aside from the Sword Pavilion, no other force could possess such a powerful group of sword cultivators. But why had the Sword Pavilion appeared alongside Lin Feng?
And that mysterious force that had taken Lin Feng away that day—was it the Sword Pavilion?
At this moment, the truth seemed more confusing than ever. No one could figure out what had happened to Lin Feng after he was taken away.
Lin Feng himself now appeared even sharper than when he had left that day, as if he too had become a sword. The figures in the void seemed not like a group of people, but like a collection of peerlessly sharp blades.
Lin Feng's sharp, icy eyes slowly swept across the scene, finally landing on the shadowy figure who had just spoken. The figure, who had been hiding behind the crowd and inciting them, froze. In Lin Feng's eyes, he saw a terrifying killing intent.
"Kill him!" A cold voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth. As his words fell, a series of incomparably brilliant sword lights shot forth, splitting a rift in the sky. The crowd only saw a bolt of lightning-like strike, and then the inciting shadowy figure was cleaved in two by a single sword. Blood splattered, and he died without even knowing how.
"Gulp!" Many swallowed hard. In that instant, the violent battle abruptly ceased. Everyone stopped, all eyes fixed on the figures in the void—or rather, on Lin Feng.
A powerful Venerable Martial Realm expert had been slain by a single sword strike. Not only was there no chance to fight back, but he couldn't even let out a scream. That Venerable was at the Fourth Layer of the Venerable Martial Realm. This showed just how strong the one who struck that sword light was, and how fast that sword had been.
"How can he command the experts of the Sword Pavilion?" The crowd felt a chill run down their spines. If all these Sword Pavilion cultivators obeyed Lin Feng's orders, it would be terrifying—a disaster of annihilation.
As for the Heavenly Terrace members, they were also stunned for a moment when they saw Lin Feng. Then they all smiled. This guy had returned in such a shocking manner.
Meng Qing seemed to sense something. Her beautiful eyes opened, and when she saw Lin Feng, those eyes, more beautiful than the stars, glistened with a hint of mist. Then she smiled—a sweet, radiant smile. If Lin Feng was well, then she was well.
Xue Biyao also watched Lin Feng. At the same realm, as the holy maiden of the Sky Dome Immortal Palace and a proud daughter of heaven, she had lost to Lin Feng. Now, Lin Feng had returned in such a stunning fashion, and he himself seemed even stronger, exuding an aura of Skyless intent.
Lin Feng's gaze swept over the black-clad figures who were hiding their identities. His eyes were filled with nothing but cold, murderous light. These people had targeted Meng Qing—they deserved to die.
"Kill all those who conceal their identities. Leave not one alive!" A chilling voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth, causing the Sword Pavilion experts to stiffen slightly. Kill them all?
They were senior-level figures of the Sword Pavilion, each possessing immense power. If they wanted to kill, they were confident they could clear the battlefield and slay everyone. But these people likely had ties to various forces. Killing them all would stir up major trouble.
At that moment, one of the Sword Pavilion elders wanted to speak but didn't know how to address Lin Feng. This was the ancestral divine weapon, now incarnated as a human, carrying the hopes of the Sword Pavilion.
"Young Master!" The elder finally spoke, addressing Lin Feng as Young Master, his eyes showing hesitation.
Lin Feng's gaze slowly turned to him, shooting out brilliant Skyless Sword light. He uttered only one word: "Kill!"
The elder's heart twitched. The divine weapon had consumed Lin Feng, making him a sword slave. Though it used Lin Feng's body, it was ultimately the soul of the divine weapon—more decisive, saying kill and killing without hesitation.
"This is worthy of the ancestral divine weapon!" the elder thought to himself. Then a fierce sharpness flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly, "As the Young Master commands. Those who conceal themselves—kill without mercy!"
"Kill without mercy!"
"Boom!"
A sky-filling sword intent seemed to dominate the entire void. Then the crowd saw the Sword Pavilion experts move, turning into streaks of sword light, too fast for the naked eye to follow.
"Shing, shing..." Blood splattered through the void. In an instant, several Venerables were slain on the spot, powerless to resist.
This scene shocked countless hearts, causing them to pound wildly. The Sword Pavilion experts called Lin Feng "Young Master" and carried out his orders—kill without mercy!
"That day, the Sword Venerable at the Eighth Layer, and those three—all at the Seventh Layer of Sword Venerable!"
Sensing the strength of the Sword Pavilion experts, everyone felt suffocated. A wave of fear began to spread. These were the true elite experts of the Sword Pavilion—elder-level, terrifying existences. Venerables were falling as souls beneath their swords.
The moonlight-soaked earth was stained red with blood. Greed was overwhelmed by fear. The experts began to flee. They hadn't expected Lin Feng to return with the Sword Pavilion's elder-level experts, mercilessly slaughtering their lives. Why? Who could tell them why the Sword Pavilion's elders called Lin Feng "Young Master"?
"Let no one escape. Everyone who participated—leave their lives behind!" A chilling voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth, spreading fear even more rapidly. Not one was to be spared. Even those fleeing would be killed.
"It seems that after the Young Master merged with the sword slave, he has also gained a trace of that human's former emotions," the Sword Pavilion experts thought to themselves. This made sense. Devouring Lin Feng's body and making him a sword slave should have been influenced by Lin Feng's consciousness. Thus, the Young Master possessed both the sharpness of the divine weapon and Lin Feng's emotions.
With this thought, the Sword Pavilion experts' killing intent grew even stronger. Not one was to be spared. Those in the distance who had not participated watched with trembling hearts. Some were grateful, while others felt their hands and feet turn cold. Among the slaughtered crowd were their elders, who had concealed their identities. Now, they had succeeded—because they were all dead, indistinguishable from one another.
After this battle, who in Sword City would still dare to lay a hand on Lin Feng?
Lin Feng stood in the void, his eyes still icy. That day, they had all wanted his life. Today, they had joined forces to target Meng Qing. How could they not die? He showed little emotion, maintaining a cold, sharp demeanor. Before the Sword Pavilion experts, he needed to disguise himself with the posture of a strong one. He was not Lin Feng—he was the incarnation of the divine weapon!