# Chapter 1287: Lin Feng Battles Sikong Xiao
The scene from not long ago was strikingly similar. Sikong Xiao had demanded the Demon Flute from the Curse Bearer. Under those circumstances, although the Curse Bearer had fought a great battle with Sikong Xiao, he ultimately threw out the Demon Flute.
In the end, Sikong Xiao obtained the Demon Flute amidst the battle. Just as the crowd thought the Demon Flute's ownership was settled, Lin Feng arrived with the Sword Pavilion's experts.
Lin Feng was different from the Curse Bearer. Behind him stood the Sword Pavilion's experts—true elite sword cultivators of the Sword Pavilion, their offensive power terrifying. Even setting aside the Sword Pavilion, Lin Feng himself, with his Skyless Sword, made everyone wary. Not long ago, in this very Small World, Lin Feng had used the Skyless Sword to destroy the Imperial Artifact Heaven Devouring Chart, killed the Qi family's Venerable Lord Qi Yun, and ultimately annihilated all the Qi family's experts.
It could be said that in the Snow Moon Kingdom, where Martial Emperors could not set foot, this force centered around Lin Feng could absolutely contend with any Martial Emperor force in the Eight Wastelands Realm—perhaps even be stronger!
Just like now, Lin Feng stood on high, looking down at Sikong Xiao below, telling him to hand over the Demon Flute. To the Sikong family, this was absolutely a form of contempt and humiliation—making Sikong Xiao give up what he had obtained.
"Just as the rumors say—arrogant. He killed Qi Tiansheng and Bai Qiuluo, slew the Qi family's Venerable Lord, and now stands high above, looking down on Sikong Xiao!" The crowd looked at the young man in the white robe and sighed inwardly. Lin Feng's reputation was now too resounding. Even though many were seeing him for the first time, the moment he appeared, they guessed who he was.
Mu Fanchen also watched the white-robed youth in the void with interest. Lin Feng was different from the Curse Bearer just now. As the Sword Pavilion's Young Master, a disciple of the Heavenly Terrace's Martial Emperor, and the successor of the Skyless Sword Emperor's sword, the crowd's gaze toward Lin Feng naturally could not be the same as their scrutiny of the demonic cultivator.
Sikong Xiao looked up, his demonic eyes fixed on Lin Feng, and said indifferently, "Lin Feng, this Demon Flute is already in my hands. Don't you think it's ridiculous to ask me to hand it over now?"
"Surround them!" Lin Feng spat out a single word. Instantly, sword qi howled. The Sword Pavilion's experts released sword qi that pierced the heavens, vaguely surrounding the Sikong family's experts. The crowd's eyes stiffened again. Lin Feng was even more domineering and arrogant than Sikong Xiao had been with the Curse Bearer.
How could they know that Lin Feng and the Curse Bearer were one and the same? Earlier, facing three major forces, he knew he couldn't retreat unscathed, so he abandoned the Demon Flute, letting them fight it out. Of course, as Sikong Xiao thought, once something was in hand, there was no reason to spit it out. So Lin Feng quickly returned, in a dominant posture, repaying Sikong Xiao exactly as he had been treated.
"Judging by your formation, it seems this Demon Flute was originally snatched by Young Master Sikong from someone else. Since that's the case, there's no need to spout nonsense about not giving up what's in hand. If Young Master Sikong can snatch from others, naturally I can ask Young Master Sikong for it!"
Lin Feng's expression was very calm, without any hint of arrogance. Yet every word he spoke gave a completely different feeling.
"So, I'll give you only ten breaths of time!" Lin Feng's smile grew rich. His domineering words made the crowd's eyes suddenly freeze. Lin Feng was ruthless enough—only ten breaths for Sikong Xiao!
If Sikong Xiao didn't hand over the Demon Flute, what would happen?
Setting aside these Sword Pavilion experts, just the Skyless Sword alone would likely cause rivers of blood!
"Brother Lin, must it be like this?" Sikong Xiao's demonic eyes held a trace of coldness. The words "Brother Lin" sounded especially false.
"Eight breaths left!" Lin Feng's expression in the void remained calm, his indifferent tone making everyone feel his arrogance.
"I'm not the only one, Brother Lin, who possesses an Imperial Artifact like the Skyless Sword," Sikong Xiao said again.
"Six breaths!" Still just two simple words, but they made the crowd's hearts involuntarily tighten. It seemed that the sounds casually uttered by Lin Feng could change the atmosphere of this void, causing an invisible oppressive aura to spread out. This oppressive aura fell not only on the Sikong family's people but also on everyone's hearts.
If Lin Feng treated them like this, they would probably have to obediently comply. This was momentum. Lin Feng controlled that momentum, making him the master—what he said, went.
"The days ahead are still long, Brother Lin. If you're still in the Eight Wastelands Realm, we'll inevitably have dealings," Sikong Xiao spoke again.
"Three breaths left!" Without responding to Sikong Xiao's words, the moment Lin Feng's voice fell, the invisible oppressive aura seemed to grow stronger. At the same time, the Sword Pavilion's experts radiated strands of terrifying sword qi, as if howling, intensifying the pressure.
Hearing that Lin Feng remained unmoved, Sikong Xiao's demonic heavenly eyes revealed a faint smile. He said, "Since Brother Lin likes it so much, what harm is there in gifting this Demon Flute to you?"
"One breath!" As Lin Feng's voice fell, a sound of something breaking through the air rang out. Sikong Xiao had thrown the Demon Flute. It shot through the air like a terrifying sharp sword, rolling and howling toward Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng thanks Young Master Sikong for his generosity!" Lin Feng's hand reached out casually. An invisible oppressive force firmly caught the incoming Demon Flute. He glanced at it, a faint smile appearing in his eyes, and put it away. What was in hand, even if spat out, would eventually return!
"This Sikong Xiao is not simple!" Lin Feng thought to himself. Sikong Xiao did not have the overbearing attitude he had shown toward the Curse Bearer, nor did he have an ugly expression. Even when handing over the Demon Flute, he remained very calm. Because he deeply understood the laws of the martial world—different methods and attitudes for different people. Against the demonic youth earlier, he held absolute advantage, so he was naturally domineering; he was the master. But against Lin Feng, his power was at a disadvantage, so he lost that sharpness and dealt with it calmly. Even when humiliated, he remained so indifferent.
"I've long heard of Brother Lin's unmatched swordsmanship—defeating Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress's Long Teng, killing the Qi family's Qi Tiansheng. I've always wanted to test my skills. I wonder if Lin Feng would be willing to instruct me in a few moves?" Sikong Xiao looked up at Lin Feng in the void and spoke slowly. After handing over the Demon Flute, he wanted to spar with Lin Feng. This way, Lin Feng would have no reason to use the Skyless Sword and would have to fight him fair and square.
"Happy to oblige!" Lin Feng smiled. The crowd's interest was piqued again. Although they hadn't obtained any treasures, seeing these young prodigies clash was still exciting.
"Thank you, Brother Lin, for granting this request!" Sikong Xiao stepped forward, his body soaring upward. A powerful aura rolled and howled, surging toward Lin Feng. At this moment, his temperament completely changed. His demonic heavenly eyes once again turned into layers of light curtains, distorting the void. His gaze shot straight toward Lin Feng's eyes.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. Then he closed his eyes slightly, a wisp of divine sense spreading out, peering into this void. But even with closed eyes, using divine sense instead of sight, he was still affected by those demonic heavenly eyes.
"Heavenly Eye Domain!" Sikong Xiao shouted coldly. The domain force appeared again, distorting the void.
"Kill!" Sikong Xiao's palms crisscrossed. Suddenly, several dazzling beams of light appeared in the void, as if to split the distorted space and tear apart Lin Feng's body.
Without even looking, Lin Feng raised his hand and sent out sword qi. Rumbling, terrifying thunder sounds trembled in the void. Dazzling sword light erased all incoming attacks.
"Indeed, such powerful swordsmanship!" The crowd's hearts trembled. Lin Feng swung his sword effortlessly, but each sword qi seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth, producing terrifying thunder light. It was hard to imagine such terrifying power in casual movements.
"Boom!" Sikong Xiao stepped forward, as if the void itself cracked. A fist suddenly blasted out. This fist seemed to break through the heavens and earth. The entire void was occupied by bucket-sized, terrifying fist light. Where it passed, the void emitted rumbling, dull sounds, as if cracking apart. Even fist shadows appeared with distorted light, fast beyond measure.
Profound Meaning attack techniques, combining the speed of fast-slow Profound Meaning and the splitting Profound Meaning. This fist was unstoppable!
"Break!" Lin Feng slashed out a sword—Instant Desolation—cutting toward the sky-shattering divine fist.
"Slow!" Sikong Xiao spat out a single word. The distorted space slowed even Lin Feng's swift sword light. The splitting attack landed on the sword light, while Sikong Xiao's divine fist grew faster and faster, directly piercing through Lin Feng's sword light and splitting it apart.
"Such exquisite attacks!" The crowd exclaimed in admiration. Lin Feng's terrifying sword light was weakened to the limit by Sikong Xiao, then shattered by his fist light. And Sikong Xiao's extremely fast fist arrived, striking toward Lin Feng's head.
"Demon Seal Domain!" Lin Feng spat out a word. His eyes suddenly opened wide. Terrifying sword light burst forth from his gaze, aiming to blind Sikong Xiao's heavenly eyes. At the same time, surging, terrifying demonic energy erupted from his body, churning endlessly, rolling violently. A sealing force descended upon Sikong Xiao, causing his fist to pause slightly.
"Boom!" Lin Feng stepped forward. Demonic energy surged to the heavens. Sword qi rampaged through the void. Thunder light rolled. This entire void seemed about to be submerged. A terrifying, grand momentum pressed forward, causing Sikong Xiao's expression to change. The powerful momentum he had gathered was reversed in an instant. Endless power seemed about to annihilate him.
"Slash!" Lin Feng spat out a single word. The sword was fast beyond measure, unstoppable, tearing toward Sikong Xiao ahead.
"Slow!"
"Boom!"
The surging, furious sword split a crack in the heavens, colliding with the domineering divine fist. The void seemed to explode. The terrifying force shook Sikong Xiao back madly. He only stabilized his body several thousand meters away, blood dripping from his fist!
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