Chapter 1454: The True Assassination
As Lin Feng stepped onto the giant sword, he suddenly sensed a thread of killing intent. Whirling around abruptly, his eyes seemed to release murderous aura, his pupils icy cold. It was that thread of killing intent—Lin Feng had ignored it, yet it refused to disperse and instead came killing toward him.
"Annihilate!" Lin Feng spat out a single word, releasing his Sword of Slaughter. However, that peculiar thread of killing divine thought was shattered into tiny specks of light, which directly attached themselves to Lin Feng's body.
Lin Feng frowned, glancing at the destroyed killing divine thought. It vanished without a trace, as if it had merged into his robes.
"What kind of technique is this?" Lin Feng murmured to himself. The thing that had turned into specks of light and disappeared no longer possessed any killing power; he couldn't even sense any aura from it anymore.
"Tracking?"
Lin Feng guessed as much. It might indeed be a tracking technique. Without dwelling on it further, he moved his mind, and the giant sword once again shot through the air, roaring like rolling thunder as it sped straight toward Sword City.
When Lin Feng descended upon Sword City, he slightly lowered his altitude. At that moment, a series of strange sounds seemed to drift through the void, rolling into his eardrums. They sounded like the notes of slaughter, yet also like the chanting of rebirth. This inexplicable noise was very peculiar, making Lin Feng feel somewhat restless and irritable.
Standing atop the giant sword, Lin Feng guarded his mind, his gaze calm, his long robe fluttering. He released strands of divine thought outward, already prepared for battle. It seemed, as he had guessed, that he was being tracked. The members of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance had apparently locked onto him.
Those strands of killing notes continuously drifted into his ears, growing louder and louder, as if the entire world was playing a symphony of slaughter in unison. Lin Feng stood beneath the clear sky, bathed in sunlight, yet with each strand of killing sound, he felt a bone-piercing cold, as if he were deep within a land of slaughter, as cold as the Nine Nether.
"What a formidable sound wave technique. Is this meant to harmonize with heaven and earth?" Lin Feng thought to himself. This sound wave, as he advanced, seemed to rush toward him from the rolling air, playing across heaven and earth, as if faintly resonating with the world, producing a harmonious echo.
His calm gaze looked downward, where he saw the crowd still coming and going, strolling along the main roads, enjoying the warmth of the sun. This killing sound, resonating with heaven and earth, seemed to target only him alone.
A thought of killing gradually sprouted in his heart, as if he were born into a cold, slaughterous hell. The rolling sound waves grew increasingly intense, as if trying to crush his will. A surge of killing intent began to wreak havoc within his body, charging and colliding recklessly, like true slaughter power.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged, his white robe still fluttering. He uttered a series of strange sounds from his mouth, and instantly, the power of curses was born, enveloping his own body. The purifying sounds expelled the killing sounds, transforming into a peculiar curse force that invaded his own body, driving away those threads of mental killing intent, as if trying to restore everything to calm.
The power of curses was profound and extensive, not only containing the eerie curses of attack and slaughter but also possessing curse powers like purifying incantations that could be applied to oneself. It gathered the qi of the four directions, the sounds of the eight harmonies, and the patterns of nature, holding infinite wondrous uses. Cultivated to the extreme, one could even sit and observe nature, revive the dead, and return to the womb.
What Lin Feng was using now was a purifying curse incantation, calming his mind and cursing away all chaotic forces.
Guarding his mind, keeping his spiritual platform clear, Lin Feng seemed to emit a pure white radiance. The external killing sound waves could no longer pierce his eardrums, nor could they wreak havoc within his body anymore.
Heaven and earth seemed to fall silent. The sunlight once again became warm, peaceful, and serene. However, at this moment, the giant sword Lin Feng was riding came to a halt, fixed in the void. A rolling tide of slaughter surged fiercely toward him, like a truly terrifying, ferocious demonic beast, rushing at Lin Feng from all eight directions. This terrifying killing aura was even more dreadful than what Lin Feng had encountered outside the Wen family.
Since the Emperor-Slaying Alliance had already locked onto Lin Feng and prepared to assassinate him, it was clear they had some understanding of his strength. Unless those truly powerful and fearsome assassins wanted to kill Lin Feng, it would undoubtedly be a fool's dream.
"Chi..." A dazzling light suddenly bloomed in the sky above. A terrifying killing aura swept down, and a sword light was so brilliant and dazzling. When Lin Feng looked up, a sun shone directly into his eyes, the enemy using the sunlight to block his vision, while the killing sword was as fast as lightning, capable of taking his life in just one breath.
"Kill!" Lin Feng spat out a single word. The power of the Death Curse surged fiercely, and a towering, overbearing demonic qi erupted from his body. At the same time, a sword cry resounded through the air. Lin Feng's entire being transformed into a sharp, incomparable sword, his whole body radiating dazzling sword light. The Celestial Fate Sword instantly shot through the air, stabbing toward the enemy's sword with unimaginable speed.
"Chi, chi!" Behind him, a terrifying killing aura suddenly descended. This time, Lin Feng's body seemed to be locked by a dreadful, yin-cold aura. It was very cold, as if it wanted to freeze his body, completely opposite to the aura of the assassin above. One was as dazzling as a blazing sun, the other as cold as frost.
With another hum, countless sword lights shot through the air ahead, flying toward Lin Feng. A figure in white danced in the void, like an extremely beautiful woman performing a sword dance, captivating anyone who watched, making it impossible to look away. This was the Sword of Illusion—strands of illusionary power moved faster than the sword itself, stabbing toward Lin Feng.
These assassins were far stronger than the two Lin Feng had killed. Each one was a true elite assassin. Lin Feng felt as if every part of his body was locked down; any slight movement he made would affect the angle at which the enemy's sword struck.
"A Step Away, a World Away!" Lin Feng uttered a sound from his mouth. Instantly, paths of distant horizons appeared in the void. The three assassins charging at Lin Feng found themselves seemingly unable to ever reach his body.
"Hum!" A figure was the first to step out of the "A Step Away, a World Away"—the assassin skilled in illusionary power, a woman. Her brows carried a seductive, faint smile, captivating souls and seizing spirits. Lin Feng seemed to be hallucinating: a beautiful woman danced with a sword, slowly shedding her robes.
However, at this moment, a cold smile flashed in Lin Feng's pitch-black pupils. This level of illusion technique was indeed far inferior to the charm of Yiren Lei.
"Kill!" Demonic light suddenly shot from Lin Feng's demonic eyes, causing the woman's expression to tremble. Her enchanting eyes instantly lost their previous luster. Death qi continuously pierced through her pupils, and Lin Feng's sword swung out. Blood blossomed, and the woman's head was directly severed.
"Hum!" A terrifying killing sword appeared once again. After the woman died, another identical woman in white seemed to split off like a clone, stabbing at Lin Feng. Now, they were within arm's reach, and the terrifying sword light thrust toward Lin Feng's throat, leaving no time to dodge.
"What a bizarre technique!" Lin Feng was certain he had already killed the previous one, yet this one seemed to have possessed the body of the woman he had just slain, attacking him.
"Roar!" A heaven-shaking roar trembled through heaven and earth. A terrifying, overbearing demon king phantom emerged, coalescing around Lin Feng's body.
With a rolling roar that shook the sky, Lin Feng, under such circumstances, didn't even dare to use the power of his Space Robe to escape into the void. He feared that if he emerged from the void amid this encirclement, these assassins would tear him apart.
"Boom!" Heaven and earth trembled slightly. Lin Feng's palm reached toward the killing sword light. That palm seemed not to be his own but rather the sky-covering hand of a violent demon king, larger than the assassin's entire body, capable of crushing the assassin to death. The terrifying sword stabbed into the demonic palm but failed to destroy it.
"Hum, hum, hum!" In the void, four assassins appeared consecutively, stabbing at Lin Feng from four different directions. At this moment, Lin Feng seemed exceptionally small, surrounded on all sides, all of them formidable assassins. From the assassination they had launched against Lin Feng, one could infer just how terrifying the true strength of the Emperor-Slaying Alliance was.
Slaughter power that could destroy everything all came at Lin Feng, utterly inescapable. Under such circumstances, he couldn't even use the Space Robe's power to escape. That technique wasn't true teleportation; it directly used powerful Space Essence to shift position in an instant so brief it could be ignored. But now, with slaughter from all eight directions, an invisible storm of slaughter enveloped the void, making it impossible to shift away.
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