Chapter 1950: Done with the Deed, Departing Without a Trace
"Third force!" The crowd watched the Divine Palace's Emotion Severing Palace Master lying on the ground, their hearts already numb. One man, Lin Feng, had annihilated three colossal powers of the Qian Domain: the East Sea Dragon Palace, the Jade Heaven Royal Clan, and the Divine Palace. Three titans—the East Sea Dragon Palace's Dragon Lord was killed with a single palm strike, while Crown Prince Duanmu and the Emotion Severing Palace Master were slain directly by the intent of death.
One man, three forces destroyed, effortlessly. Who could have imagined it?
Lin Feng's steps carried him toward the Carefree Sect. His eyes swept over several old men: three Venerable Lords, two at the Seventh Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm, and one at the Eighth Layer.
"You want to see my cultivation level?" Lin Feng looked at the old men and chuckled softly. "Then let me show you!"
"Sixth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm!" At that moment, Lin Feng's cultivation level was clearly revealed before those experts. It was the Sixth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm—terrifying. It matched the realm of titans like the Carefree Sect Leader, yet he had effortlessly killed the East Sea Dragon Palace's Dragon Lord and the others. This meant Lin Feng's combat power surpassed the Sixth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm, reaching the level of a Venerable Lord.
"It seems you're quite confident. But do you know who you're facing?" the Carefree Sect Leader sneered, looking at Lin Feng. Lin Feng was now confronting a Martial Emperor force: the Carefree Divine Sect.
Lin Feng said nothing. He looked at the Carefree Sect Leader with a pitiful expression. Was the man still fantasizing about turning the tide and suppressing him, Lin Feng?
"The senior beside me is an elder-level expert from the Eight Wastelands Carefree Divine Sect, a Martial Emperor force, with the Eighth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm!" the Carefree Sect Leader declared loudly, spreading his arms as if to build momentum for the Carefree Sect.
"A Martial Emperor force's people—the Carefree Divine Sect's elder-level figure, at the terrifying Eighth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm. No wonder the Carefree Sect Leader is so confident."
"I wonder what Lin Feng will do. Facing a Martial Emperor force, even Lin Feng will have to back down, right?" The crowd gasped, quite shaken, as whispers continued. The situation grew increasingly unpredictable.
The Carefree Sect Leader surveyed his surroundings, a bright smile spreading across his face at the crowd's reaction. But his smile quickly froze there, because after he had spoken those impassioned words, Lin Feng still looked down on him, a faint, almost imperceptible smile in his eyes. That gaze was like looking at a clown.
"Is that all?" Lin Feng said mockingly, causing the Carefree Sect Leader's eyes to stiffen. The old man beside him then spoke: "Young man, you should know when to advance and when to retreat. Now that you've vented your anger and shown your might, I won't pursue this further. Leave now!"
The old man wore a composed expression, his indifferent gaze fixed on Lin Feng above. In truth, he had no absolute confidence at this moment. Lin Feng's displayed combat power was too terrifying. If he were confident he could kill Lin Feng, he wouldn't have used the Carefree Divine Sect to pressure him; he would have struck directly on the spot.
"I don't really feel like leaving. Go ahead and pursue it," Lin Feng said, his eyes still carrying a mocking tone. Not pursue it? Ridiculous.
The old man's expression stiffened at Lin Feng's words, and his voice turned even colder: "A young man should know his limits. No matter how strong your talent, a Martial Emperor force is not something you can provoke!"
"Relying on your age to throw your weight around, using a Martial Emperor force to pressure me—utterly ridiculous. I've lost count of how many descendants of Martial Emperors I've killed!" Lin Feng's death intent spread outward, overwhelmingly powerful. His cold words made the old man's heart tremble slightly. He had killed descendants of Martial Emperors? And lost count?
"Boom!" Lin Feng took a step forward, death intent spreading, enveloping everyone from the Carefree Sect. That space seemed to transform into a prison of death, where all must die.
"Since you've involved yourselves, die together. Life, be stripped away!" Lin Feng's voice was icy. The terrifying curse force was released once more. The Venerable Lord at the Eighth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm instantly turned ashen, his eyes filled with horror. This level of curse power allowed death energy to ravage his body, stripping away his life—truly capable of killing him!
"Sir, you must also be from the Eight Wastelands. I implore you, for the sake of the Carefree Divine Sect, stop here!" the old man's voice carried a note of terror. He no longer had any trace of arrogance.
"I have no ties with the Carefree Divine Sect!" Lin Feng's expression turned cold. He swept his gaze over the crowd and shouted, "Die!"
As his words fell, one after another, their pupils became hollow, filled with death energy. Then they fell to the ground, their lives completely stripped away. Dead.
The Carefree Sect Leader was eroded by death energy, his face filled with horror. The Carefree Divine Sect couldn't suppress Lin Feng? Even a Venerable Lord-level figure couldn't stop him?
The confidence he had felt moments ago now seemed to plunge him from heaven into hell. Descendants of Martial Emperors—Lin Feng had killed many? In recent years, what achievements had Lin Feng made in the Eight Wastelands?
"Kill him together!" the old man at the Eighth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm roared, his body shooting into the air like lightning.
"Chi..." A dazzling sword light suddenly bloomed, incredibly fast, beyond compare. The sword light fell, and the old man's body froze in midair. Then, with a thunderous explosion, his body split apart, severed in two by that single sword strike. Dead!
The Eighth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm, utterly helpless.
The other two Venerable Lords at the Seventh Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm had no color left in their faces—only ashen despair, their pupils filled with hopelessness. One sword strike, and even an Eighth Layer cultivator was killed.
"All of you, die!" The power of the death curse surged forth once more, stripping the lives of nearly everyone. The Carefree Sect Leader's despairing pupils stared at Lin Feng, as if holding a faint will to survive. But it was too late. The death intent completely drained his life, and his body, like the others, fell to the ground. Finally, the two Venerable Lord-level figures also died.
The Carefree Sect, like the other three forces, was left with no survivors. Even Venerable Lords were utterly helpless.
At this moment, Lin Feng was like the God of Death—a god of vengeance and slaughter. Anyone would be killed.
When Lin Feng's gaze turned toward the Fengdu Demon Sect and the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, the two titans who had thought themselves clever—the Fengdu Demon Sect's Sect Leader and the Nine Heavens Sword Sect's Gate Master—had long since turned pale. Only now did they realize how foolish their earlier choices had been. They had known the Carefree Sect had several Venerable Lords and assumed it would clash with Heavenly Pool. But in truth, Heavenly Pool had no hidden cards. The only card was Lin Feng, who from start to finish had been a one-man army, killing gods as they came.
"Only a few years!" The two could not articulate the shock in their hearts. A Heavenly Martial cultivator had, in just a few years, grown to a level they couldn't even imagine, overturning their understanding of geniuses.
When Lin Feng arrived above them, they both looked up, truly feeling a sense of reverence from the depths of their hearts. This young man had already reached a height that demanded their awe, lofty and untouchable. With a single thought, he could take their lives.
"Can you spare us?" The Fengdu Demon Sect's Sect Leader had no intention of resisting. Resistance meant certain death. His voice was almost pleading. He was a titan of the Qian Domain, the Sect Leader of the Fengdu Demon Sect, with the Sixth Layer of the Sovereign Martial Realm, dominating the Qian Domain. Was he willing to die?
"When you gave the order to kill me, did you think about this moment?" Lin Feng said calmly. Spare them? In the world of martial arts, there was no room for mercy.
The two showed a trace of despair. Because of a single small choice, were they destined to die?
"Do it yourselves," Lin Feng said lightly, his gaze calm. Standing high above, he seemed to have no regard for these two titans of the Qian Domain. In truth, he no longer needed to care about figures of this level.
The Fengdu Demon Sect's Sect Leader let out a bitter laugh. Then, demonic energy surged around him. He spread his arms and cried out, "A dignified Sect Leader of a demon sect—how pathetic. Lin Feng, I only ask you this: my sect has developed with great difficulty until now. I beg you to show mercy."
The Sect Leader's body began to swell. Then he shot toward the clouds. With a thunderous explosion, his body burst apart. Dead.
The Nine Heavens Sword Sect's Gate Master saw the Sect Leader's fate and let out a bitter smile. Very pathetic. But who had made the wrong choice? His body also soared into the sky. Ten thousand swords pierced his own heart, pierced his body. Then his corpse slowly fell toward the ground. The Gate Master of a sword sect. Dead.
Thus, in the vast Qian Domain, all six titans of the great powers were dead. Heavenly Pool reigned supreme.
Lin Feng watched their deaths calmly. Very tragic, but it was their own choice. Such was the world of martial arts.
His eyes swept over the disciples of the Fengdu Demon Sect and the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, making their hearts tremble slightly. A single glance from Lin Feng filled them with profound fear. This was the God of Death.
But then Lin Feng turned his body slowly, looking toward the Heavenly Pool crowd, and said lightly, "This matter is left to the decision of my uncles and seniors. Do as you wish with the affairs of the Qian Domain. If anyone from the Carefree Divine Sect comes seeking revenge, tell them this was the work of Lin Feng of the Heavenly Terrace. They will understand."
With that, Lin Feng clasped his hands slightly toward the Heavenly Pool crowd and said, "Uncles, seniors, and fellow disciples, Lin Feng takes his leave."
As his words fell, a giant sword appeared. With a rumbling roar of sword cries, Lin Feng's body shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds in an instant, disappearing from the crowd's sight. He had arrived calmly, yet had done something that made the Qian Domain tremble—nearly sweeping away the six great powers. After finishing everything, he departed gracefully, leaving behind countless gazes of admiration and longing. In the blink of an eye, the youth had returned to the Qian Domain, sweeping all before him, invincible, a god of death. Gods blocked, gods died. Sect leaders of various sects—what did he fear? A single palm strike killed them; a single thought killed them. Venerable Lords—what did he fear? One sword strike killed them. Martial Emperor forces—what did he fear? He had lost count of how many descendants of Martial Emperors he had killed.
If the Carefree Divine Sect came seeking revenge, let them know the name of Lin Feng of the Heavenly Terrace. How arrogant!
Would the Carefree Divine Sect trouble Lin Feng over a few Venerable Lords whose cultivation had reached their limit? Would they target Lin Feng for the destruction of a subordinate force? The Carefree Divine Sect would know what to do. Not to mention Lin Feng's own boundless potential, a rising Heavenly Terrace—anyone who wanted to touch it would have to think twice!