Chapter 1299: Yan Di Cleans the Battlefield
The Sword Tomb had handed Lin Feng a storage ring, and the treasures he had obtained were inside that storage ring.
"Do you want anything?" Lin Feng looked at Sword Tomb, causing the man's expression to tremble. This could be a powerful ancient scripture, and of course he would have the desire to obtain it.
"Young Master, Sword Tomb knows his own talent. To have reached this point is already my limit. I cannot leap to heaven in a single step, crossing that threshold of the Emperor. The Sword Pavilion only asks that the Young Master grow strong and restore its former glory." Sword Tomb lowered his head as he spoke. This was indeed his true thoughts. If he himself could become an Emperor, he would not have considered letting Skyless Sword take over his body. Now, the hope of the Sword Pavilion rested on Lin Feng. Without a Martial Emperor powerhouse, the Sword Pavilion would always be looked down upon.
Lin Feng nodded slightly and said, "If I become Emperor one day, the Sword Pavilion will be king in the Central Wasteland!"
"Thank you, Young Master!" Sword Tomb remained bowed. With the Young Master's current display of power and talent, if he became an Emperor in the future, he would be a terrifying Emperor.
"Go. See if you can seize some treasures to leave for the Sword Pavilion's use!" Lin Feng said softly. The Sword Pavilion members bowed and retreated, then whistled away. In these two small worlds, everyone was seizing treasures, battles were fierce, and battlefields were everywhere in all directions.
Lin Feng's body soared into the air. Moments later, he descended to the peak of a mountain range. Holding the Skyless Sword, he sat cross-legged, sensing Yan Di deep within Black Wind Ridge. Obtaining two major treasures was enough. Now, he just had to wait for that old fellow Yan Di to clean up the battlefield.
In the darkness, the sounds of battle in the small world rose and fell. There was no calm of the night, only the mixture of explosive and chaotic noises. Sitting on the mountain peak, Lin Feng forgot everything, letting the wind blow against his body, lifting his long hair to dance in the night.
No one knew how much time had passed. When a ray of light shone upon the earth, the clamorous battles had gradually subsided, becoming unusually quiet instead. But this quiet carried a hint of desolation. No one knew how many powerhouses had been buried here that night. Heavy treasures tempted the heart; they were both a blessing and a curse.
In that night's battles, those who gained the most were naturally the Martial Emperor faction members, especially those Sovereign Lord figures who wielded Imperial Artifacts. They killed people and seized treasures, ruthless and merciless. None of them were good-natured. As long as someone fought over a treasure, they would immediately appear. It was just a pity for those Sovereign Lords who were slain. No one knew who had taken their Imperial Artifacts. Moreover, those who had seized the Imperial Artifacts probably dared not use them openly. Imperial Artifacts were items of Martial Emperors, and most bore the Emperor's imprint. This was also why Lin Feng had never thought of coveting others' Imperial Artifacts.
As for that fellow Qiongqi, when he seized the Imperial Artifact, he had taken the Peng Emperor's Feather. That was a sharp feather from the Peng Emperor's body and likely did not carry the Peng Emperor's imprint. Even if it did, that fellow would probably use the Nine Nether Demon Lotus to refine it away.
"Peng Demon, our gains are not great. A few heavy treasures were all taken by those bastards!" At this moment, in a certain direction, the group from the Demon Emperor Hall gathered together, their expressions unpleasant. Without the Sovereign Lord-level Demon Sovereign and the Peng Emperor's Feather, the other Martial Emperor factions dared to act arrogantly before them. Once an Imperial Artifact appeared, they had to retreat.
"So what if they obtained heavy treasures? When I become the Peng Emperor in the future, that will be the day of their deaths. Everyone who has a grudge against me will die. Lin Feng, that stinking Daoist, I'll kill them all!" Peng Demon's gaze was extremely arrogant, his wild nature soaring to the sky. In this small world, he had experienced the most humiliating days of his life, being oppressed everywhere.
"There's no need to wait that long. At the Assembly of Emperors, you can kill some people!" The person beside him, with sharp golden eyes, revealed a cold expression, reminding Peng Demon.
"Right, the Assembly of Emperors. I'll cut down some people first!" Peng Demon's entire body released golden radiance, as if cast from gold. How could the divine bird Golden-Winged Great Roc endure such humiliation?
"Swish..." At that moment, a dazzling golden light flashed past, causing the crowd's eyes to narrow as they looked toward the void. But the golden light continuously pierced through the void, finally heading toward a certain mountain range and landing in the hands of a young man, directly merging into his body. It was a page of a martial soul, now returned!
"Yan Di is coming back!"
"What was that?" Many powerhouses rose into the air, looking toward the place where the light had flashed and vanished. But they found that the gleam seemed to have gone to a mountain range and disappeared. In that mountain range, there was a young man, none other than Lin Feng.
"That bastard!" Many people cursed Lin Feng inwardly. The Skyless Sword floated before him, infuriating countless powerhouses. A Heavenly Martial Realm person, yet he left them helpless. Infuriating, hateful.
"Fellow Daoists, are you all well?" At this moment, a faint, laughing voice rolled in from afar. Then, the crowd saw that Daoist-robed figure whistling over. Even more terrifying was that beneath this figure's feet, a black lotus was treading, extremely dazzling. This black lotus was the Nine Nether Demon Lotus.
"That bastard Daoist has refined the Nine Nether Demon Lotus!" The crowd's eyes suddenly narrowed. They had witnessed the power of the Nine Nether Demon Lotus. The Imperial Artifact Heaven-Swallowing Chart could not withstand it even for an instant, directly being burned and destroyed. Now, the Nine Nether Demon Lotus had reappeared, and it seemed to be under that stinking Daoist's control. This scene caused many people's expressions to turn extremely ugly.
"Fellow Daoists, our last meeting was too brief. Now that we meet again, you should all obediently hand over your Imperial Artifacts!" The Nine Nether Demon Lotus drifted through the void, heading straight for a Sovereign Lord-level figure. That Sovereign Lord was a Demon Sovereign from Thunder Emperor Island, holding the Thunder God Pestle.
"You dare!" That Demon Sovereign Sovereign Lord roared in fury. The Thunder God Pestle struck out, and divine thunder descended from the sky. An extremely terrifying purple thunderbolt struck toward Yan Di.
"Crackle, crackle..." The Nine Nether Demon Lotus spun furiously, wrapping around Yan Di's body. The thunderbolt struck the demon lotus but was slowly corroded and burned away.
"You thunderbird are so ungrateful. I won't be polite then!" Yan Di's lips curled into a cold smile as his body pounced toward that Demon Sovereign Sovereign Lord.
"Whoosh!" The Demon Sovereign transformed into his true form, a thunderbird soaring into the sky and fleeing. But Yan Di snorted coldly, his eyes turning pitch-black. It seemed as if a demon lotus was imprinted in his pupils. At the same time, his body suddenly disappeared from its spot and appeared before the Thunderbird Sovereign Lord. His pitch-black eyes stared at the opponent, causing the opponent's eyes to sting, as if they were being burned by the demon lotus.
"Swish!" The terrifying demon lotus descended directly, crushing over the thunderbird's body, wrapping the enormous thunderbird within the demon lotus. Then, the crowd only saw clumps of black flame falling from the air. The Thunder God Pestle landed in the Daoist's hands.
"No good, no good. This Imperial Artifact doesn't suit my taste!" Yan Di muttered softly, then tossed the Imperial Artifact into the Nine Nether Demon Lotus, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble violently. This bastard!
"Who else has Imperial Artifacts? Hand them all over!" Yan Di slowly turned his gaze toward the others. Their faces turned ashen, and they quietly flickered away, pretending to know nothing.
"That old undying one probably can't resolve the Demon Emperor's imprint in the Imperial Artifact, so he threw it away!" Lin Feng cursed inwardly. With that fellow's nature, how could he bear to discard an Imperial Artifact?
At this moment, Yan Di's body slowly rose into the air, reaching the sky ten thousand meters high. His sharp eyes swept over the small world below.
"I have taken a liking to these two small worlds. From now on, they will be my cultivation grounds. Therefore, I give everyone one hour to disappear from these small worlds. Those who disobey will be killed!"
A rolling voice spread for hundreds of miles, heard clearly by everyone. This Daoist was starting to expel people.
"Who is this person? Such big talk, wanting to claim both small worlds for himself!"
"Don't speak recklessly. This person fought all the Sovereign Lords wielding Imperial Artifacts yesterday, killed the Demon Sovereign of the Demon Emperor Hall, seized the Peng Emperor's Feather, destroyed the Imperial Artifact Heaven-Swallowing Chart, took the Nine Nether Demon Lotus and left. Now that he has refined the Nine Nether Demon Lotus and returned, who can stop him?"
Many people had witnessed that battle yesterday. Now, seeing the figure on the distant sky, their expressions stiffened. Expelling. He wanted to expel everyone alone, to occupy the small worlds.
"Bastard. Having seized the Nine Nether Demon Lotus, as long as no Martial Emperor appears, no one can do anything to this stinking Daoist. From now on, this small Snow Moon Kingdom is his world!" Some Sovereign Lords cursed inwardly. These two small worlds would probably all belong to him.
"There aren't many heavy treasures left anyway. If we don't want them, we don't. Time to return to the Eight Wastelands Realm!" The crowd had different thoughts.
The Sword Pavilion members came to Lin Feng's side. Sword Tomb stood behind Lin Feng and said in a low voice, "Young Master, what should we do?"
"Return to Yangzhou City!" Lin Feng stood up, then his body soared into the air, heading toward Yangzhou City. Now, Yangzhou City had already connected with the edge of the small world, just a step away. Cleaning up the battlefield was something to leave to that fellow Yan Di. Lin Feng fully believed he would handle it perfectly.
"Yes!" The crowd bowed, then rose into the air and headed toward Yangzhou City.
Just as Lin Feng thought, Yan Di's methods needed no worry. That fellow had once been a Great Emperor. In terms of mental state, who could compare to him? He could be as ruthless as needed. It only took him an extra hour to clean out both small worlds. Many people saw those who disobeyed orders being thrown into the void and burned by black flames, their hearts and guts splitting with fear. No matter how strong, if they didn't leave, they would be burned to death!
Soon, no one dared to disobey Yan Di's command. They all fled the small worlds, their hearts filled with loss.
At this moment, Lin Feng had already returned to Yangzhou City and gathered with his family.
"Father, Mother, those two small worlds—one is the small world of the Xi Emperor, with rich immortal qi, like a beautiful landscape; the other is the small world of the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, with surging demonic qi, extremely powerful. Which small world do you like, to serve as the new imperial palace?"
At this moment, Lin Feng was pondering how to handle the small worlds. His words stunned his family into silence. Which small world? A new imperial palace!
[Thanks to angelxi for tipping the work 100 zhuolang coins, thank you.]
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