# Chapter 1206: Instant Desolation
Yang Zilan's eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly stared at Lin Feng, but if it came to stepping forward, he did not dare. Lin Feng had now reached the Seventh Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. Perhaps this was not considered high in the eyes of others, but it was more than enough to destroy him. On this point, Yang Zilan still had some self-awareness.
Therefore, Yang Zilan chose silence.
"Is the Yang Clan so cowardly?" Lin Feng's voice remained very calm, but these words caused the faces of the Yang Clan members to turn ugly.
"Today is a great day for the Qiu Clan. Young one, you should restrain yourself a little!" Yang Lin said coldly.
"A few days ago, Yang Zhan left the Heavenly Terrace, intending to betray it and collude with the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. Is that true?" Lin Feng asked indifferently, causing Yang Lin's expression to stiffen, his face growing even colder.
"Watch your words!"
"Some time ago, the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress secretly sent people to the Xuanyuan Clan and the Yang Clan. Now they come to the Qiu Clan to propose marriage. What a grand scheme. Do they want to swallow the entire Northern Wasteland?" Lin Feng said lightly, his gaze falling on Yang Zilan. "You have tried to kill me so many times. Today, some matters need to be settled. If you are still a man, come out yourself. Otherwise, I will have to take action."
"You..." Yang Zilan's expression stiffened. Was this Lin Feng too arrogant?
"If some matters are not resolved today, and I bring people into the Yang Clan another day, it will not be so easy to settle." Lin Feng's calm words caused the Yang Clan members' expressions to freeze.
"The Heavenly Terrace probably won't interfere in the grudges of the younger generation or deal with us, right?" Yang Lin's gaze fell on the Ascetic Monk.
"The Heavenly Terrace won't. You must have heard about what happened in Sword City. As long as I give the order, the Sword Pavilion can reduce your Yang Clan to ashes. Do you believe it or not?" Lin Feng's voice was indifferent. Sometimes, using a bit of deterrence to reduce unnecessary trouble was always good.
Yang Lin's pupils suddenly contracted. The opening of the City of Fate had drawn the attention of the entire Eight Wastelands. Major events that had occurred in Sword City had already spread. For example, many people knew that Lin Feng had become the Young Master of the Sword Pavilion. Yang Lin naturally knew a bit about this too.
"Are you threatening my Yang Clan?"
"I don't know if it's a threat. I only know that I once saved Yang Ziye and sent her back to the Yang Clan, yet some people with ulterior motives repaid kindness with enmity and wanted my life. I won't delve deeply into this matter. But since I have been hunted down several times, the Yang Clan must give me an explanation. I'll give you ten breaths. In ten breaths, if he doesn't come out, I'll take action myself. And one day, I will bring my sword into the Yang Clan!"
Lin Feng's calm words stirred huge waves in Yang Lin's heart, and also caused the hearts of everyone present to tremble. His indifferent tone was filled with a sense of pride.
Yang Lin's gaze turned to Xuanyuan Potian, as if seeking help.
Xuanyuan Potian was about to move when Lin Feng swept his gaze over him and said, "Stand aside for now. After I finish with Yang Zilan, it will be your turn. If you intervene now, I will no longer face Yang Zilan and you, Xuanyuan Potian, as an individual!"
Sure enough, Lin Feng's words made Xuanyuan Potian stop in his tracks. If Lin Feng borrowed the power of the Heavenly Terrace, he really wouldn't be able to deal with Lin Feng today.
"Seven breaths left." Lin Feng's gaze fell on Yang Zilan again. Yang Zilan's face had already turned pale. His fingers dug into his legs, the tips turning white, clearly filled with extreme anger at Lin Feng's aggressive pressure. But still, he did not dare to go out.
"Five breaths!" Lin Feng said again. At this moment, the vast space and countless people had become extremely quiet. Everyone was watching Lin Feng.
"Whether you die today or not, you will die. Three breaths left!" Lin Feng continued. Every word was like a knife cutting into Yang Zilan's heart. He had never expected Lin Feng to be so domineering, using power to suppress him and his clan.
"One breath!"
"Ah..." As Lin Feng's words fell, Yang Zilan could no longer bear it. He roared wildly and charged fiercely at Lin Feng, striking out with an incredibly terrifying palm imprint.
"Boom!"
Yang Zilan's palm imprint directly struck Lin Feng's body. This scene caused everyone's expression to stiffen. What was going on? Had Lin Feng been hit so easily?
Even Yang Zilan was stunned for a moment, then a bloodthirsty coldness appeared in his eyes. His palm was filled with destructive power. But soon, Yang Zilan's face turned deathly pale, because his destructive palm force seemed to have struck an iron wall... it couldn't shake Lin Feng in the slightest. It couldn't even make Lin Feng's body move an inch!
"You are still this weak." Lin Feng slightly lowered his head, calmly looking at Yang Zilan, who was frantically exerting force. This gentle voice, like the wind, fell into Yang Zilan's ears, bringing only endless humiliation. He couldn't even shake Lin Feng's body.
"Brother!" Yang Ziye called out. The Yang Clan members also stood up, shocked by this scene. How was this possible? Even if Yang Zilan's strength was insufficient, how could he not even make Lin Feng take a single step back?
"So terrifying. This is... Lin Feng, the number one Heavenly Martial disciple of the Heavenly Terrace. I wonder how he would fare in a battle with Xuanyuan Potian!" The crowd's hearts trembled. Lin Feng maintained a calm and composed demeanor, but within that calmness, it seemed one could see a dragon—one that did not roar unless it was ready to shake heaven and earth!
"The first place I set foot in the Northern Wasteland was the Yang Clan. Originally, we could have been friends!" Lin Feng glanced at Yang Ziye, causing the expressions of the Yang Clan members to become extremely complicated, filled with regret. Especially Yang Lin and Yang Ziye. In the past, it was because of Yang Lin's few words and Yang Ziye's lack of conviction that led to today's outcome.
"Boom!" A terrifying aura erupted from Lin Feng's body. Then the crowd only saw Yang Zilan's body fly off Lin Feng like a speck of dust. Lin Feng hadn't even moved his hand. When Yang Zilan crashed to the ground, he had already lost all signs of life.
Everyone's expressions became extremely interesting at this moment. But for Lin Feng, it didn't matter. Killing Yang Zilan was just settling a matter in his heart. He didn't even glance at the fallen Yang Zilan.
Slowly turning his gaze, Lin Feng looked at Xuanyuan Potian. At this moment, Xuanyuan Potian's eyes shot out terrifying sharpness, and a domineering aura rolled and surged around him, as if he had reached his limit.
"After more than half a year, you finally dare to face me!" Xuanyuan Potian's eyes were filled with overbearing intent, murderous aura everywhere. Even if Lin Feng had the Sword Pavilion behind him, today he would cut him down. Soon, he would join the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress. His only concern was that Lin Feng wouldn't give him the chance to kill him.
Lin Feng's strength was indeed formidable, but so what? Now that he had stepped into the Ninth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm and mastered Profound Meaning, how could he not kill Lin Feng? He could no longer allow Lin Feng to grow, or he would truly surpass him.
"Do you think I've been hiding from you all this time, afraid to fight you?"
"Isn't that the case?" Xuanyuan Potian slowly stepped forward, killing intent sweeping through the void. An overbearing and boundless aura spread out, causing the ground to crack piece by piece, as if every step he took weighed a thousand pounds. "Kill you, and everyone in the Northern Wasteland will understand what an absurd place the Heavenly Terrace is, making you their number one Heavenly Martial disciple. Kill you, and the Heavenly Terrace will lose all face." Xuanyuan Potian stepped forward, his overbearing aura rushing straight at Lin Feng. Lin Feng was the Heavenly Terrace's number one Heavenly Martial disciple. Killing him would make the Heavenly Terrace lose all face. That was why the Heavenly Terrace didn't dare let Lin Feng come forward, and Lin Feng himself didn't dare to come out!
"I will first cut off your right arm!" Lin Feng said to Xuanyuan Potian, causing the surrounding crowd's expressions to stiffen. Why did Lin Feng's calm voice make them feel that there was a fierce tiger in this young man's heart? He directly told Xuanyuan Potian: I will cut off your right arm.
"Ridiculous!"
"Boom!"
Xuanyuan Potian stomped hard, the ground exploding violently. His body leaped up, and a terrifying aura pressed down on the entire void, making people feel suffocated.
In the void above, the characters "Xuanyuan" appeared in Xuanyuan Potian's palm, transforming into an incredibly terrifying sky-covering battle axe that swept across. The void seemed about to split open. Xuanyuan Potian's Profound Meaning was overbearing, overbearing Profound Meaning, making his attacks incredibly domineering, doubling their power.
This strike seemed to split the very sky, intending to cut Lin Feng in two.
Lin Feng's hand finally moved. This was the first time today he had truly taken action. With a finger, a waterfall could be cut off. Now with a palm strike, the crowd saw a dreamlike, destructive spatial sword blade, cutting through the entire void, penetrating the overbearing Profound Meaning, splitting the giant axe, and descending upon Xuanyuan Potian's right arm.
Instant Desolation was the name Lin Feng gave this sword. Instant referred to Space Profound Meaning; Desolation referred to Desolation Profound Meaning, and it also incorporated Wind Profound Meaning. Instant Desolation—where the sword pointed, all became desolate.
When Xuanyuan Potian landed, and the crowd saw the severed arm not far in front of him, the shock in their hearts could no longer be expressed in words.
I will first cut off your right arm—this was Lin Feng's voice, his arrogance.
He used action to tell everyone that he was the number one Heavenly Martial disciple of the Heavenly Terrace, not to be defiled by Xuanyuan Potian. Ninth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm? Very strong. Profound Meaning? Very strong?
One sword—Instant Desolation!
PS: Thanks to Xunmi520 and Shi Ailiu for their tips. Not very impressive, brothers. Seeking passion. Today, passion to the end!