Chapter 1337: Fierce Battle
"Dao He is dead!"
The crowd's gazes stiffened, their hearts pounding violently. The bloody, overwhelming slaughter was too shocking.
Overbearing, domineering, violent—a killing blow, a terrifying punch. With Lin Feng's explosive roar, it was as if Dao He had fallen into a trance, forgotten to resist, and was directly slain. He hadn't even put up a fight.
"What happened in that moment?"
Many silently questioned. How had Lin Feng's single shout caused Dao He to collapse? Was this the power of the demonic path?
Yiren Lei's face still held a faint smile. Her man, after breaking through to the Venerable Martial Realm, had indeed become even more domineering!
Lin Feng didn't bother to look at Dao He's corpse. His body trembled slightly as he descended a little, standing before the crowd. His sharp, overbearing eyes swept over everyone as he said, "Who else wants to crush me to death? Speak up. I'm right here, waiting for you to come and crush me!"
The space seemed to fall into dead silence except for Lin Feng's voice. No one spoke. The crowd that had been sneering at Lin Feng moments ago was now silent. Dao He was at the Third Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm, but his combat strength definitely surpassed the Fifth Layer. With his fused Profound Meaning blade technique, he could kill an ordinary Fifth Layer Sovereign Martial Realm expert with a single slash. Yet, in front of Lin Feng, he was obliterated with just one punch.
Everyone seated here could be considered elite young experts of the Snow Moon Empire. Each of them could easily kill an ordinary opponent of the same level. Many could fight above their level, even crossing two or more tiers. Dao He of the Blade Emperor Clan was also a genius who could fight above his level. But the crowd had never seen a freak like Lin Feng. Having just stepped into the Venerable Martial Realm, he killed Dao He—who could slay Fifth Layer Sovereign Martial Realm experts—with a single, overwhelming punch.
Lin Feng's punch didn't just kill Dao He; it shattered the confidence of many in the crowd. Was the man chosen by the Snow Moon Empire's Princess Yiren really just a random pick?
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongues? You were all chatting so happily just now," Lin Feng said coldly. The invisible, overbearing pressure made the crowd feel increasingly suffocated. Many cursed inwardly. Wasn't this guy being too arrogant and domineering? He had already killed Dao He, and now he was pushing further. Did he expect them to apologize?
"Mu Feng, today the Sixth Prince is hosting a welcome banquet for you and Princess Yiren. Why don't we sit down and talk?" At this moment, a young expert at the Fourth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm spoke up. This person sat not far from the Sixth Prince, indicating his status was not weak and that he was trusted by the prince.
Lin Feng's overbearing attitude and powerful strength had completely disrupted their plan to humiliate Lin Feng and Yiren Lei. As Lin Feng had said, they were all now mute. Who would dare to humiliate Lin Feng? His domineering nature made them afraid to provoke him. Dao He was a perfect example. Although it was a life-and-death challenge, Dao He was still a member of the Blade Emperor Clan. Lin Feng hadn't hesitated at all; he had killed him directly. It was utterly unreasonable. If anyone provoked him and ended up like Dao He, it would be a tragedy. Even if they didn't die, ending up like the young man Lin Feng had humiliated earlier would be miserable enough.
"A welcome banquet for me?" Lin Feng's pitch-black eyes stared coldly at the man. He turned to Yiren Lei and said, "Woman, do you believe that?"
"Man, they think we're fools," Yiren Lei said with a faint smile.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted back to the man, and he stepped forward. His demonic intent was overwhelmingly strong. "My woman says you're insulting us!"
The man's eyes stiffened at Lin Feng's words. Lin Feng clearly didn't want to give him a way out. Of course, he should have asked himself why Lin Feng would bother. Lin Feng and Yiren Lei had come here precisely to cause trouble.
"Crack!" Lin Feng's footsteps seemed to imprint directly into the ground, shattering the stone slabs. Every step left a footprint. A grand momentum of heaven and earth seemed to gather. Though he hadn't arrived yet, his presence had already arrived, pressing down on the crowd. Those with weaker cultivation felt their breathing quicken and their blood churn as they resisted the suffocating pressure.
"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out as the Sixth Prince placed his wine glass on the table. A strange ripple spread through the air—it seemed to be killing intent!
"Boom!"
"Boom, rumble!" Waves of powerful auras suddenly descended, filling the air. The young experts of the Ice Emperor lineage stood up one by one. An icy, bone-chilling cold seemed to freeze the entire space. Lin Feng's advancing steps were forced to stop. A layer of frost began to cover his body.
"Is this how my royal brother welcomes guests?" Yiren Lei said coldly with a faint smile. The cultivation of these young experts was all very strong—every one of them was at the Venerable Martial Realm or above. The strongest had reached the Fifth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm. Moreover, everyone seated here could fight above their level. Those at the Fifth Layer meant their combat strength should be measured against the Sixth Layer, or even higher.
"Royal sister, you can see for yourself. It seems Mu Feng has some unpleasantness with everyone. This is not my intention, and I can't help," the Sixth Prince said, lifting his head slightly. His eyes were sharp as he looked at Yiren Lei. His voice was calm and indifferent, as if nothing mattered.
Yiren Lei's expression didn't change, but inwardly, she sneered coldly.
"Woman, play a tune for them," Lin Feng said, his eyes still pitch-black. Yiren Lei nodded with a smile, then sat cross-legged in the air. On her knees rested an ancient zither.
A seductive melody suddenly spread out, carrying a mental ripple that enveloped the crowd. It was the Six Desires Demon Tune, causing people to fall into the illusion of the music.
As the melody spread, Lin Feng's eyes grew even darker. His demonic will was incredibly strong. How could the Six Desires Demon Tune shake his resolve in the slightest? Besides, Yiren Lei wouldn't target him.
"Boom!" Ignoring the frost covering his body, Lin Feng took another step. A surging, overbearing aura seemed to shatter everything. Cracking sounds rang out as the frost on his body broke apart.
With a thought, a scepter appeared in his hand. An overwhelming curse power spread out, instantly making everyone feel a strong threat. Curse—this was the evil power of curses. It was insidious, capable of instantly corroding a cultivator. Once cursed, death was likely the only outcome.
"No wonder Dao He suggested not using sacred artifacts!" The crowd's expressions stiffened as they recalled Dao He's request. So this person possessed such a terrifying cursed sacred artifact.
Many people's minds were already beginning to crack. At that moment, Lin Feng took another step and spat out a cold word: "Soul Curse!"
The terrifying curse power suddenly spread, corroding the crowd's souls. Yiren Lei cooperated perfectly, playing the demonic tune loudly. Many people felt their minds slipping. The Soul Curse and the Six Desires Demon Tune invaded simultaneously, making many of them unwilling to even fight. A moment's negligence, and the curse power could send them into eternal damnation.
"Demon Seal Domain!" Lin Feng thought, and his domain power instantly bloomed. Everything around seemed to turn pitch-black. After becoming a Venerable Martial Realm expert, Lin Feng released his domain power again. Those at the Third Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm and below felt their power sealed, while strands of demonic intent clung to their bodies.
"Martial Soul!" A cold shout rang out. The crowd realized they couldn't just passively defend anymore. Lin Feng and Yiren Lei's attacks were both area-of-effect, corroding their will, sealing their power, and cursing their souls. If this continued, they would all be destroyed.
A snowy, icy world descended. The sky seemed to turn into frost. White snow covered the demonic soil. Since none of the princes were among these experts, and no one cultivated ancient scriptures or had domain power, they had to rely on their bloodline power and martial soul power.
"Kill!" An ice lion roared at Lin Feng, trying to devour him. Rustling sounds echoed like surging oceans as various martial souls attacked Lin Feng.
"Rustle... Roar..." A terrifying bloodline aura surged with overwhelming momentum. Dragon roars came from Lin Feng's body. His bloodline power was incredibly strong, like furious dragons. However, Lin Feng didn't release his martial soul. He was still playing the role of the Cursed One, and his martial soul belonged to Lin Feng. Even in the Snow Moon Empire, he didn't want to reveal it. As his strength grew, the Eight Wastelands Realm and the Snow Moon Empire would inevitably connect.
But even this surging bloodline alone was suffocating. It was too terrifying. They couldn't understand how Lin Feng, who had just stepped into the Venerable Martial Realm, could possess such a powerful bloodline. Was this guy also a descendant of a Martial Emperor?
The reason Lin Feng's bloodline was so strong was that he had used real dragon blood. Before, his body flowed with ordinary blood, not a bloodline. But upon stepping into the Venerable Martial Realm, his blood transformed into a bloodline. He had completely turned the dragon blood into his own bloodline. That was why, when he broke through, wind and thunder raged, accompanied by dragon roars, like surging oceans roaring furiously, shocking Yiren Lei into silence.
"Boom, crack!" Facing endless attacks, Lin Feng forcefully took another step. A huge rumbling sound rolled out. Heaven and earth churned. The momentum grew stronger and more terrifying, pounding in the hearts of the crowd.
"Roar..." Lin Feng let out a long howl. The Mad Demon's roar mixed with the dragon's roar, surging forward with the overwhelming momentum. It shook countless people until they couldn't breathe. Those at the First and Second Layers of the Sovereign Martial Realm directly spat blood, their faces pale. Those at the Third Layer also groaned. The curse power, the Six Desires Demon Tune, and the Mad Demon's roar mixed with the dragon's roar finally overwhelmed them. Their minds collapsed, and their bodies felt like they were about to explode. At the same time, the curse power took advantage of the weakness, making their souls tremble and their will to fight vanish completely!
PS: Hmm, starting from the fourth update last night, the flowers stopped moving. Brothers, what's going on!!