Chapter 129: Domineering Lin Feng
Lin Feng paid no attention to the black-clothed youth's greedy gaze, smiling faintly as he directly embedded the three mid-grade origin stones into the stone grooves.
Immediately, a powerful surge of origin energy rippled out from the cultivation room. The entire stone door of the cultivation chamber radiated streaks of origin light, as if fluorescent light was flowing across its surface, dazzling to the eye—just like the doors of other cultivation rooms currently in use.
A sharp glint flashed in the black-clothed youth's eyes as he stepped forward, staring intently at the cultivation room's stone door.
With so many people around Lin Feng, he wasn't worried about them escaping.
A cultivation room was only suitable for one person to train in; if too many people were present, they would inevitably interfere with each other.
Yuan Shan took a step sideways, positioning himself to the side of Lin Feng and the others, staring warily at the black-clothed man. If the man tried to seize the cultivation room, even if he couldn't win, he would have no choice but to fight.
Three mid-grade origin stones were extremely precious.
"Rumble!"
A faint rumbling sound echoed as light flickered, and the stone door of the cultivation room opened.
The black-clothed man's body trembled as he lunged toward the stone door, directly striking a palm at Yuan Shan, who stood in his way, and coldly spat, "Get lost!"
A suffocating pressure surged toward Yuan Shan, causing his expression to shift dramatically. This was indeed a Spirit Martial Realm, Third Layer cultivator—and a formidable one at that.
Yuan Shan knew he couldn't even block this palm strike.
"Get back!"
Just then, a cold voice rang out, and the temperature outside the entire cultivation room plummeted sharply, becoming bitterly cold.
This biting chill made Yuan Shan shiver. It was so cold it felt like it would freeze him solid.
"Boom!"
A collision sound rang out, and Yuan Shan saw the black-clothed man's body retreat backward. Standing before him was a figure—Lin Feng!
"Lin Feng, so powerful!"
Yuan Shan's pupils contracted, shock filling his heart. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to send the black-clothed youth flying back with a single palm strike. No wonder Lin Feng didn't care about the man and had opened the cultivation room—he had the strength to back it up.
The black-clothed man's eyes also froze as he looked at his pale white hand, now covered in a layer of frost that made it tremble slightly. Such a chilling palm force.
Shaking his arm, the frost on his palm shattered, but his gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng.
This man wasn't as easy to deal with as he had imagined. He, too, possessed the strength of the Spirit Martial Realm, Third Layer.
"Now, get lost!"
Lin Feng spat out the words, utterly domineering. This was a world where the strong ruled. If he didn't act tough toward others, they would act tough toward him and try to take his cultivation room.
The black-clothed youth's expression turned cold. Although Lin Feng was also at the Spirit Martial Realm, Third Layer, telling him to get lost didn't seem sufficient.
With a thought, a burst of flame erupted behind the black-clothed man. But shockingly, within this fiery blaze, streaks of dark, gloomy black flickered, carrying a chilling, heart-stopping aura.
"My martial soul, Black Flame Fire."
The black-clothed man said coldly. Even his eyes now held wisps of black flame, flickering and dancing, carrying not only scorching heat but also a cold, eerie aura.
"Black Flame Fire."
Yuan Shan's gaze tightened. On the continent, flames were divided into many types, but broadly speaking, there were yang fire and yin fire.
Black Flame Fire was yin fire—cold, dark, and extremely powerful, far stronger than ordinary flames. The black-clothed youth's martial soul being Black Flame Fire, combined with his Spirit Martial Realm, Third Layer cultivation, made him a true powerhouse on the tenth floor and above of this cultivation tower.
Lin Feng's expression turned icy. Layers of freezing cold energy continuously emanated from his body, making the already narrow space even colder, piercing to the bone.
"Black Flame Fire, is it that impressive?"
Lin Feng's lips parted as he spoke. With a step forward, the cold air solidified into frost, freezing the air itself. White ice crystals spread forward relentlessly, while behind Lin Feng, a world of ice and snow radiated bone-chilling cold.
Yuan Shan and the others standing behind Lin Feng felt as if they were inside an iceberg, shivering from the cold.
"Is this... an ice martial soul?"
Yuan Shan murmured, then shook his head: "No, this isn't an ordinary ice martial soul. An ice martial soul wouldn't be this cold."
Just as flames had different grades, ice also had varying levels of power. Lin Feng's martial soul was definitely not an ordinary ice martial soul.
Feeling the vast cold emanating from Lin Feng, the black-clothed youth's expression also changed. This cold made his Black Flame martial soul tremble, as if caught in a storm.
Ice and fire were naturally opposed. Ice suppressed fire, but if the fire was of a higher grade—like Black Flame Fire—it could overcome ice. However, the black-clothed man's Black Flame Fire martial soul clearly couldn't suppress this cold; instead, it was being suppressed. This meant that Lin Feng's ice martial soul was of a higher grade than his Black Flame Fire.
Lin Feng understood this as well. At that moment, he was puzzled—where did the cold energy that caused Meng Qing so much pain come from? It was so formidable.
"Eight Wastelands Palm."
Lin Feng waved his hand, and palm prints surged forward fiercely, surrounded by intense freezing cold intent.
"Black Flame Devour."
The black-clothed youth's gaze trembled as the flame of his martial soul surged violently, merging with his palm to form devouring dark flames that charged toward the incoming palm prints.
Wild, cold flames raged, and freezing energy churned uncontrollably. Lin Feng took another step forward, and sharp sword energy erupted wildly, carrying the momentum to slay all things.
The cold froze bodies, making them stiff.
The sword energy stung the body, incredibly sharp.
Cold and sword energy surged simultaneously. At that moment, the black-clothed youth felt trapped in an endless, painful, killing intent, his very soul trembling.
"How is this possible? He clearly has an ice martial soul, yet he can release such powerful sword energy. No, this is... sword momentum!"
The black-clothed youth's heart and spirit quaked, on the verge of collapse. When Lin Feng took another step, he felt his body become unsteady, as if it might be shattered at any moment.
"Get lost!"
Lin Feng spat out a single word, and a streak of sword energy directly pierced the black-clothed youth's body.
Blood sprayed out. The black-clothed youth grunted, stumbling backward until he collided with the stone wall of a cultivation room.
Staring fixedly at Lin Feng, the black-clothed youth's eyes were filled with extreme cold.
"You dare to wound me?"
"Are you getting lost or not?" Lin Feng took several steps forward. The black-clothed youth was startled and immediately flashed away, leaping down the staircase, his figure disappearing from the tenth floor of the cultivation tower.
"Just you wait!"
A cold voice drifted back. Lin Feng sneered inwardly. After losing, why so many useless words?
Behind him, Yuan Shan was speechless, shaking his head with a wry smile as he stared at Lin Feng's back.
"What a freak!"
An ice martial soul—and a variant ice martial soul at that—yet his attack method was the Eight Wastelands Palm technique. Even more terrifying, he could release incredibly powerful sword energy and had grasped sword momentum.
Too freakish. Even sword martial soul wielders rarely achieved sword momentum at the Spirit Martial Realm. Lin Feng was only at the Spirit Martial Realm, Third Layer. This made Yuan Shan wonder if the guy had dual martial souls—both a sword martial soul and an ice martial soul—because how else could an ice martial soul user comprehend sword momentum?
Yuan Shan had only guessed a small part of the truth. Lin Feng was far more than just dual martial souls.
As for Duan Feng and Jing Yun, they weren't too surprised. On the journey to the imperial city, the strength Lin Feng had displayed had already shocked them.
As for Liu Fei, her expression barely changed. No matter how freakish he became, she would no longer be surprised. On the day the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed, the shock Lin Feng had given her made her understand that Lin Feng was destined not to be an ordinary person. His talent was too terrifying.
Just as Lin Feng was about to retract his martial soul, the stone door of a cultivation room opened, and a cold voice emerged from within.
"Someone who doesn't know the rules, are you looking for death?"
As the words fell, a figure stepped out, staring coldly at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, then a sinister smile appeared in his eyes. He took a step forward, and the bone-chilling cold and sword energy surged out again, pressing down on the other person.
The man who had stepped out trembled violently, his expression shifting dramatically, his heart pounding wildly.
"That cultivation room, I want it. Get lost!"
Lin Feng's expression was indifferent as he spat out the words, utterly domineering!