Chapter 1140: Deterrence
Blood soaked this land, the holy light of the Saint gradually faded, and the effects of the Creation Saint Pill were finally completely absorbed and devoured. The gentle holy light was now replaced by waves of chilling cold. The crowd standing in the distance felt that even the breeze was exceptionally piercing.
A few days ago, they had regarded Lin Feng as prey, but now, all these people had become Lin Feng's prey. Those lying on the ground were all corpses of Venerable Martial realm experts.
The Sword Pavilion's strength was too terrifying. Moreover, tonight, those who appeared alongside Lin Feng were all old-generation experts of the Sword Pavilion, terrifying elder-level existences. They had personally witnessed a Venerable Martial Eighth Layer expert kill an ordinary Venerable with such effortless grace—one sword strike, certain death. Furthermore, powerful sword cultivators, whether in movement speed or attack speed, were astonishing. They could only see the crisscrossing sword light, completely unable to trace the sword's trajectory.
"Why? The Sword Pavilion... why do they address Lin Feng as Young Master?!"
The crowd was baffled. They could never have imagined that the Sword Pavilion regarded Lin Feng as the divine weapon of the Skyless Sword Emperor. They only guessed that the one who took Lin Feng away that day must have been the Sword Pavilion. What exactly had happened during these past few days?
At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes turned, landing on the distant crowd. His gaze was as sharp as a piercing sword, overwhelmingly powerful, causing those people to feel a chill run through their bodies. Many averted their eyes from Lin Feng, not daring to meet his gaze. Fortunately, they had not made a move; otherwise, they too would have become a pile of bones.
As for those who had grudges against Lin Feng, they had long since fled cleanly. At the Sky Dome Immortal Palace, Holy Maiden Xue Biyao had originally been surrounded by many experts, but now, only Xue Biyao remained. The older generation might have become one of the many corpses on the ground, while the younger generation, sensing the unfavorable situation, had probably run away long ago.
"All of you, return. If I have matters, I will notify you. Do not seek me out on your own." Lin Feng spoke to the Sword Pavilion experts, his tone carrying a sharp, commanding edge that brooked no negotiation. He understood that the more he acted this way, the more the Sword Pavilion would obey. Facing the Sword Pavilion, he was no longer Lin Feng; he was the Sword Emperor's divine weapon. Of course, Lin Feng could not keep the Sword Pavilion people by his side for long. He did not want to be constantly on guard. If they discovered that he had not become a sword slave and was still Lin Feng, their swords would undoubtedly point at him without hesitation.
Therefore, he now needed to maintain a certain distance from the Sword Pavilion. With the right distance, the Sword Pavilion would become a force belonging to him, serving his purposes. Today, he had brought the Sword Pavilion experts to deter those Venerables, to teach them a lesson. But he had not expected to see them trying to lay hands on Meng Qing. In his fury, he had issued the order to kill without mercy, blood flowing everywhere. The purpose of deterrence had naturally been achieved.
So now, the Sword Pavilion people should retreat behind the curtain.
"Yes, Young Master!" The Sword Pavilion experts dared not disobey. A divine weapon that had taken human form had its own thoughts and would walk its own path. Having followed the ancestor, the Skyless Sword Emperor, this divine weapon naturally did not need their worry. When the divine weapon continuously transformed, breaking its cocoon to become a butterfly and restoring the ancestor's might, the Sword Pavilion's glory would surely illuminate the Eight Wastelands. Who would still dare to covet or scheme against their Sword Pavilion as before?
Among them, the elder at the Venerable Martial Eighth Layer swept his gaze over the crowd and said, "If any Venerable still bullies the weak and shows disrespect to our Sword Pavilion's Young Master in the future, no matter where they flee to the ends of the earth, they will be killed without mercy!"
As his words fell, a soaring sword aura shot straight into the heavens. Brilliant sword light bloomed in the nine skies. Experts within a hundred-mile radius could clearly feel a terrifying killing intent.
Some who had not yet made a move in the shadows trembled with fear. The Sword Pavilion had once produced an invincible figure renowned across the Eight Wastelands. No one knew how deep the Sword Pavilion's foundation was. From now on, in Sword City, no one would dare to touch Lin Feng.
"Young Master, we take our leave. If anything happens, just crush this sword seal directly!" The elder handed Lin Feng a sword seal. Lin Feng nodded slightly and accepted it without ceremony. Sword light tore through the air, and the Sword Pavilion experts flickered away one after another, vanishing in an instant.
They were not at all worried about Lin Feng's growth, because Lin Feng was the ancestor's sword.
Watching the Sword Pavilion experts leave, Lin Feng swept his gaze over the distant crowd once more and said, "Before the City of Fate opens, if anyone disturbs me again, you will bear the consequences!"
The crowd's hearts trembled. To touch Lin Feng again—they wouldn't dare even if they had the guts. The Sword Pavilion elder had publicly handed the sword seal to Lin Feng in front of everyone, intimidating the masses. Lin Feng was now the Sword Pavilion's Young Master.
The distant crowd, knowing their place, flickered away one after another. Xue Biyao glanced at Lin Feng, her indifferent eyes revealing nothing of what she was thinking.
Turning around, she also flickered toward those palaces.
"Thank you!" A voice directly entered Xue Biyao's mind, causing her body to stiffen slightly. Then, with her back to Lin Feng, she nodded slightly, and her figure gradually disappeared.
Lin Feng was still quite grateful to Xue Biyao. Although she had once wanted his life, at least she was open-minded. After losing to him, she had immediately handed over the Creation Saint Pill and even warned him to flee quickly. It was precisely because of her pill that Lin Feng had been able to restore Meng Qing. For this alone, he felt gratitude in his heart.
Lin Feng turned around, took a step, and arrived beside the group. He showed a smile to the Ascetic Monk and the others, saying, "I will never forget the kindness of you senior brothers!"
"We are all people of the Heavenly Terrace. How could we watch you be bullied by experts from other forces? Lin Feng, now that this matter is settled, with the Sword Pavilion protecting you, no one should dare to make a move against you in Sword City. The City of Fate is a rare opportunity. Cherish it well!" The Ascetic Monk seemed unconcerned, advising Lin Feng.
"Definitely." Lin Feng said firmly.
"I really don't know how you became the Sword Pavilion's Young Master. The Heavenly Terrace's number one Heavenly Martial disciple is indeed extraordinary. I look forward to the day you grow up. We'll head back to the Heavenly Terrace first." The Ascetic Monk smiled at Lin Feng. Lin Feng thanked each of the Heavenly Terrace senior brothers in turn, and then they all broke through the air, leaving only a series of afterimages in the blink of an eye.
Qiongqi's huge eyes stared at Lin Feng, circling around him incessantly, and said, "Little bastard, tell this Emperor what happened these past few days."
"Get lost. You still dare to call yourself an Emperor? Someone took me away right in front of you." Lin Feng mercilessly mocked Qiongqi.
"That's because this Emperor wasn't prepared." Qiongqi glared angrily. How outrageous! To dare mock the great Yan Emperor.
Lin Feng gave Qiongqi a blank look and directly ignored him, infuriating Qiongqi to the point that his body trembled slightly. Too much, too disrespectful to an Emperor.
"Great Pest, let's find an unoccupied palace here to cultivate for a while. When the City of Fate opens, we'll go in together. You keep an eye on this unreliable fellow." Lin Feng said to Huangfu Long, punching him on the shoulder. Then, he casually walked over to Meng Qing's side, took the hand of the fairy who had been silently watching him, took a step, and vanished from sight in an instant.
"Uh..." Great Pest was stunned for a moment, then muttered gloomily, "This guy is too heartless... As soon as he sees his wife, he throws his brothers aside. And he wants me to... this guy!"
"Roar!" Qiongqi directly spat a mouthful of fire at Great Pest. Having just been mocked by Lin Feng, now this Great Pest dared to mock him too.
"It's this Emperor, the great Emperor, not 'this fellow'! Being by this Emperor's side and receiving this Emperor's influence is your great fortune!" Qiongqi roared.
"Starting to go crazy again!" Huangfu Long scratched his head. Along the way, this demonic beast had never stopped bragging to him—about being the great Yan Emperor, an Emperor who roamed the world, and how in the future he would take him to marry fairies from the Immortal Palaces and seduce princesses from the Demon Realm. It was utterly boundless. If this guy were really an Emperor, why was he now in the body of a demonic beast? He had never seen anyone who could brag so much!
"Roar..." This time, Qiongqi was truly enraged. Seeing the unfavorable situation, Huangfu Long immediately fled. Although this guy liked to brag, his fire manipulation was indeed formidable.
Lin Feng led Meng Qing to a palace and sealed it shut. Turning around, he saw that Meng Qing's clear eyes were fixed on him, carrying a hint of reproach.
"Meng Qing, what's wrong?" Lin Feng chuckled awkwardly. Seeing her reproachful gaze, he couldn't help but rub his head, looking especially foolish.
"You finally deigned to look at me!" Meng Qing murmured softly, her gentle voice carrying a hint of playful blame.
"Oh!" Lin Feng muttered, then said nothing, just kept staring at her.
Seeing Lin Feng's eyes fixed on her, Meng Qing's heart began to pound like a deer's. She lowered her head slightly and said, "What are you doing!"
Lin Feng reached out his hands, placed them on Meng Qing's face, cupped her cheeks, and lifted her head. He said softly, "I didn't dare to look just now, because I was afraid that one glance would make it impossible to look away. Now that the fairy is standing right beside me, of course I have to look my fill!"
Meng Qing gave Lin Feng a slight glare, but her eyes were full of deep affection. She was actually a bit embarrassed by his staring. This guy... did he have to stare at people like that?
Stepping forward, Lin Feng wrapped his arms around Meng Qing's slender waist, causing her body to tremble slightly. She tilted her head up slightly, looking at that clear, handsome face, and revealed a world-stunning smile.
"Not only do I want to look my fill, I also want to kiss my fill!" Lin Feng grinned slyly. Then, holding Meng Qing's head, he pressed his lips to the fairy's red ones.
"Wuwu..." The poor fairy had her mouth forcefully blocked by someone, unable to breathe smoothly, only able to make whimpering sounds...