# Chapter 1312: Causing Trouble, Killing People
At the Heavenly Fate City where the Yang Clan resided, it was now exceptionally lively. Many foreign martial artists had traveled from afar, gathering around the Yang Clan's territory, all to witness the battle between the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Heavenly Terrace.
Last time, the Heavenly Terrace had returned in defeat, slaughtered by the combined forces of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Yang Clan, leaving many shaken. The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress intended to wage all-out war against the Heavenly Terrace, aiming to annihilate them completely. The Yang Clan of Heavenly Fate City had become their battlefield, and many wanted to know how this conflict between Martial Emperor factions would end. Between the Northern Wasteland's Heavenly Terrace and the Western Wasteland's Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress, with no Martial Emperor appearing, who would laugh last?
At this moment, on the outskirts of Heavenly Fate City, clouds rolled and churned. A Void Ship shuttled through the clouds, as if it could vanish into the void itself, performing spatial jumps—extremely miraculous.
"We're almost at Heavenly Fate City!" At this moment, everyone's eyes gleamed with sharpness as they stared into the distance. A killing aura permeated every person, giving a sense of bleak autumn winds.
"There's a mountain range ahead. Let's descend!" Tian Chi looked toward the area below. Immediately, the Void Ship plunged downward, landing directly in a vast mountain range without continuing forward.
The crowd looked at Tian Chi with confusion, their eyes filled with puzzlement.
"We'll camp here. First, send someone to scout Heavenly Fate City. No one else is to leave this area, understand?" Tian Chi's gaze swept over the crowd. Though they didn't understand, they still nodded. The senior brother was being cautious—sending someone ahead to scout Heavenly Fate City first.
"Ruoxie, you're in charge here," Tian Chi said to Ruoxie. Ruoxie nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"Qingtian, Lin Feng, you two come with me to Heavenly Fate City!" Tian Chi's gaze fell on Mo Qingtian and Lin Feng. Lin Feng and Mo Qingtian stepped forward. Qiongqi also followed beside Lin Feng as they headed toward the distant mountain range.
After a few moments, they stopped. Lin Feng looked at Yan Di and said, "Old man, the task I gave you—no problems, right?"
"Leave it to me. Rest assured!" Yan Di's enormous pupils carried a hint of arrogance. Then he turned and descended toward the depths of the mountain range.
"Lin Feng, is your companion really reliable?" Tian Chi asked Lin Feng.
"Don't worry. This guy can handle it," Lin Feng said with a smile, nodding confidently.
"Good. You two go ahead. Be careful," Tian Chi said to Lin Feng and Mo Qingtian, but he himself showed no intention of leaving.
The Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress wanted to lure him to the Yang Clan to fight. How could it be that easy?
Lin Feng and Mo Qingtian smiled. Lin Feng reached up and wiped his face, instantly changing his appearance. With a thought, he released a trace of demonic intent, completely altering his entire aura.
Not only Lin Feng, but Mo Qingtian also transformed into a completely different person—a middle-aged man with an air of detachment.
"Excellent. Junior brother, let's set out!" Mo Qingtian smiled slightly. Lin Feng nodded, and the two of them flickered toward Heavenly Fate City. The Heavenly Terrace had come in force, but only Lin Feng and Mo Qingtian were actually heading to Heavenly Fate City.
After entering Heavenly Fate City, the two separated. Lin Feng's body flickered directly toward the Yang Clan's location.
Before long, Lin Feng saw the Yang Clan. The Yang Family was a Northern Wasteland aristocratic clan—a hegemon-level existence below Martial Emperor factions. However, since the war with the Nine Dragons Island began, the Yang Clan's strength had gradually weakened. Now, the Yang Clan had decided to completely attach themselves to the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress.
Because with Lin Feng's status in the Heavenly Terrace, Yang Zhan, even as the third disciple of the Venerable One, would never have a future. Lin Feng's growth was too fast, too terrifying. Last time, when Lin Feng led the Heavenly Terrace's experts to the Qiu Clan to kill Yang Ziye, the Heavenly Terrace's attitude made it clear: not only could the Yang Clan not rely on the Heavenly Terrace, but with Lin Feng around, the Yang Clan was even considered an enemy force in the Heavenly Terrace's eyes.
So the Yang Clan had taken today's path. If you show no mercy, neither will I.
Lin Feng's gaze rested on the Yang Clan's magnificent buildings. Occasionally, a chill would flash through his calm eyes. He still remembered that the first place he entered after stepping into the Eight Wastelands was the Yang Clan.
Now, this glorious clan of Heavenly Fate City had completely set itself against the Heavenly Terrace. It was kill or be killed. And Lin Feng knew clearly that all of this stemmed from him, Lin Feng. Of course, even without him, the war between the Heavenly Dragon Divine Fortress and the Heavenly Terrace would have erupted sooner or later.
Turning around, Lin Feng left the Yang Clan's territory and arrived at a luxurious tavern. The tavern was packed with people, which was exactly what Lin Feng wanted.
He walked to a seat by the window where two people were already sitting. Both were at the First Layer of the Honored Martial Realm.
"Something you need?" Seeing Lin Feng standing nearby, one of them looked up and said coldly.
"I want this seat. Get lost!" Lin Feng spat out a cold, chilling sound. The two men's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared on their faces.
"You want us to get lost?" The other pointed at his own nose and said coldly.
"Boom!" Suddenly, Lin Feng's fist shot out without any warning, faster than lightning. The sound of air tearing was especially sharp and piercing.
"You dare!" The man clearly hadn't prepared. He let out a loud shout, but Lin Feng's fist smashed into his head. Blood gushed out instantly, and the man was knocked down.
The other man abruptly stood up, staring rigidly at Lin Feng.
"Though your combat power is strong, aren't you a bit too arrogant?" the man said coldly. Lin Feng's cultivation was only at the Ninth Layer of the Heavenly Martial Realm, but the power of that punch had shaken him.
"Crack!" Another domineering fist rolled out, causing space to tremble violently. The man's face turned ashen. However, he was clearly on guard this time. His body suddenly retreated, crashing into tables behind him with a series of rumbling sounds. But Lin Feng's fist was too fast—it seemed to pierce through space itself, carrying the power of Essence, and smashed into his face, sending him crashing down.
"This guy is ruthless enough!" The crowd clicked their tongues inwardly. But then they saw Lin Feng grab the man's body and drag him to the window. Coldly, he said, "Back then, I killed the young master of Nine Dragons Island right in front of Yang Zilan and her brother, framing the Yang Clan. Who do you think you are? I told you to get lost, and you didn't listen!"
"Boom!" With that, Lin Feng hurled the man out the window with brutal force. The other man got up, glanced at Lin Feng, and then slunk away.
"What did he say?" The people in the tavern stared at Lin Feng, their eyes flashing sharply.
"He killed the young master of Nine Dragons Island and framed the Yang Clan?"
"When the Nine Dragons Island went to war with the Yang Clan, Yang Ziye and Yang Zilan argued that they hadn't killed anyone, but no one believed them. Could it be true? The real culprit is this man, which is why the war between Nine Dragons Island and the Yang Clan started?"
Everyone stared at Lin Feng. This guy was far too arrogant. After doing something like that, he dared to swagger into a tavern and even admit it. Wasn't he insane?
"This guy is dead meat!" The crowd looked at Lin Feng like he was a madman. Beating someone up for no reason and then revealing such a secret—wasn't that asking for death? He had to be crazy. It was easy to imagine that the two men he had beaten up for no reason would definitely go to the Yang Clan to report.
What left them even more speechless was that Lin Feng sat there like nothing had happened, taking out his own wine to drink. It was extremely strong, seeming to radiate a fiery aura.
Seeing that Lin Feng showed no sign of leaving, the crowd became even more certain that this guy was seeking his own death. But they didn't leave either, waiting to watch the show.
As expected, the Yang Clan's people arrived quickly. Leading them was none other than Yang Ziye. The moment she saw Lin Feng, a cold expression appeared in her eyes. It really was that man.
"Miss Yang!" Lin Feng looked up slightly, scanning the arriving Yang Clan members. Besides Yang Ziye, there were also some Honored Martial Realm experts, all at the Third and Fourth Layers of the Honored Martial Realm. Upon hearing the report, they had rushed over immediately. And since their opponent was only at the Ninth Layer of the Heavenly Martial Realm, sending Fourth Layer Honored Martial Realm experts was already showing him enough respect.
"Who exactly are you? Why did you frame my Yang Clan back then?" Yang Ziye asked coldly.
Lin Feng didn't bother to answer Yang Ziye's question. He set down his wine cup and slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "All irrelevant people, get out now. Otherwise, death!"
As his words fell, a vast, icy demonic intent surged out like a tsunami. The crowd's bodies stiffened, feeling a bone-chilling coldness as if their souls were about to freeze.
The Yang Clan members frowned. How could this man's aura be so terrifying?
With a series of whooshing sounds, people flickered away. It seemed this man wanted to fight the Yang Clan. Unfortunately, they wouldn't get to watch the show. They had to leave.
"I'm asking you a question!" Yang Ziye's gaze remained haughty. Even if this man's aura was strong, so what? The people beside her were all at the Third and Fourth Layers of the Honored Martial Realm. How could they not kill a Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator?
"Still that arrogant expression," Lin Feng said with a cold laugh. Seeing his expression, Yang Ziye's body trembled slightly. It seemed as if the person before her resembled someone.
"I already spared you back then. But the Yang Clan chose to seek death, killing my Heavenly Terrace people. Yang Clan, prepare for destruction!"
"Lin Feng, you're Lin Feng!" Yang Ziye's expression changed drastically. It was that madman!
"You figured it out too late. Boom!" The terrifying Heavenly Demon Domain was released, plunging the tavern into darkness. The Yang Clan members' faces turned pale. It was Lin Feng! It was actually Lin Feng!
They had heard of Lin Feng's combat power—it was extremely terrifying.
"Ah..." Before they could recover from their shock, a miserable scream rang out. Sword light flashed within the Heavenly Demon Domain, reaping a life.
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