# Chapter 143: Brothers
This spreading icy coldness seemed to come from the Nine Nether, chilling to the marrow of the bones.
Wen Aoxue, standing beside Lin Feng, felt her body stiffen, a slight shiver running through her heart. She turned her eyes and looked at Lin Feng with surprise.
"So cold!"
Wen Aoxue's beautiful eyes flashed with an unusual expression as she stared unblinkingly at Lin Feng. Why was Lin Feng releasing such bone-chilling coldness?
It wasn't just Wen Aoxue. The others beside Lin Feng—Liu Fei, Jing Yun, Duan Feng, and Yuan Shan—all felt the chill, their bodies stiffening as their eyes fixed on Lin Feng.
Only Jing Yun glanced at Lin Feng, then turned her gaze toward the fighting pit, landing on the face of the savage beast that had crawled out.
This creature, which had hands and feet but was completely chained, this human called a savage beast, also had a slave brand branded on its face—another character: "Savage."
Yet, even so, Jing Yun still found a trace of familiarity in that disfigured face.
The image of that honest, sturdy young man once again appeared in her mind, but she couldn't reconcile it with the savage beast before her. The contrast was too great.
"Han Man!"
Jing Yun's voice carried a hint of disbelief. She would rather believe she had misidentified him than accept that this figure was Han Man.
But feeling the cold emanating from Lin Feng, Jing Yun knew she hadn't mistaken him. This slave cultivator treated like a wild beast was indeed Han Man.
Biting her lip tightly, Jing Yun's delicate, pretty face was now filled with hatred. These beasts—how could they treat Han Man like this!
"Hmm?"
Wen Aoxue frowned. He had heard Jing Yun's whisper. Turning his gaze, he also saw Jing Yun's pale, hate-filled expression, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.
"You and Lin Feng—do you know that person?"
Wen Aoxue asked Jing Yun.
Jing Yun bit her lip tightly and nodded slightly. "He is a friend of mine and Lin Feng's."
Hearing Jing Yun's words, the others all trembled. No wonder... no wonder Lin Feng was releasing such intense coldness.
So this slave cultivator was actually Lin Feng's friend!
"Haha, I thought people from the General Star System would be compassionate and sympathize with slaves. Turns out they have friends who are slaves. Commoners really are commoners—friends with slaves..."
The aristocratic faction behind them had also noticed Lin Feng's coldness earlier. Now, hearing Jing Yun and the others' conversation, they couldn't help but laugh wantonly, their voices flamboyant.
"Haha, their friend is a slave, someone treated like a beast to be ridden."
The yellow-robed man taunted without restraint, feeling greatly relieved.
With an icy, bone-chilling coldness, Lin Feng's gaze slowly turned, finally landing on the yellow-robed man.
Seeing that gaze, the yellow-robed man trembled all over, his heart turning cold. For some reason, a sense of fear arose within him.
"Such cold eyes, such merciless pupils!"
At this moment, Lin Feng's pupils were gray—icy, murderous, devoid of any emotion.
"Commoner!"
The yellow-robed man gritted his teeth, spitting out two words from between them. He had actually been frightened by a single look from Lin Feng. How could he be frightened by Lin Feng's look!
"Boom!"
The moment his words fell, an explosive sound rang out, making the yellow-robed man's heart tremble as well. This explosive roar instantly sent cold sweat down his back.
The stone chair beneath Lin Feng was shattered by his palm, stones cracking apart, and Lin Feng's steps directly strode forward.
"Crack!"
Another explosive sound continued to ring out, stones flying wildly, dust floating in the air. The yellow-robed youth's heart trembled once more.
By now, Lin Feng had already arrived beside him. He reached out his hand and grabbed directly at his body, fast as lightning. In that instant, the yellow-robed youth seemed to forget to dodge. In just a moment, his throat was seized by Lin Feng, his body lifted directly into the air, struggling to breathe.
"Boom!"
Without any hesitation, Lin Feng slammed the youth's body directly onto the ground. A piercing howl rang out as the youth's body smashed the stone chair to pieces and crashed onto the floor. Then, a foot stepped onto his face, nearly suffocating him.
This lightning-fast series of events stunned everyone around, including the aristocratic faction who had come with the yellow-robed youth. They all stared dumbfounded at the shocking scene before them, speechless. Feeling the cold emanating from Lin Feng, they even forgot to step forward and rescue him—or rather, they didn't dare!
"Say that again, and I'll kill you."
Lin Feng lowered his head, his merciless pupils fixed tightly on the yellow-robed youth beneath his foot, speaking coldly.
At this moment, blood continuously flowed from the yellow-robed youth's mouth, his gaze somewhat dazed. Even now, he seemed not to understand what had happened...
"Now, your face is trampled by me. Others mock you, just as you mock the slaves you speak of. You are far inferior to them."
Lin Feng rubbed his foot against the yellow-robed youth's face, then paid him no further attention. He stepped forward, heading toward the prison. With each step he took, the coldness grew stronger.
Countless gazes fell upon Lin Feng. They didn't understand—why was Lin Feng emitting such bone-chilling coldness?
Especially those around Lin Feng. Their eyes were filled with shock. Such cold, such terrifying eyes. What had happened to this person?
Inside the prison, the crowd also felt this increasingly intense coldness. The old man's gaze contracted, then he looked toward Lin Feng. Seeing Lin Feng approaching the prison step by step with an extremely icy aura, he was momentarily stunned.
Bai Ze was also stunned, especially having just witnessed how Lin Feng had abused the yellow-robed youth. His heart pounded incessantly. This was a madman, a madman not to be provoked.
Po Jun also saw Lin Feng. Seeing Lin Feng approaching step by step with overwhelming anger, his heart couldn't help but tremble.
Lin Feng—it was actually Lin Feng. He had never thought he would see an acquaintance again.
As for Han Man, his body still lay there, his head raised, staring unblinkingly at Lin Feng.
Those beast-like eyes gradually softened, revealing complex emotions of pain and guilt. He was now a slave, abused, a slave who could die at any moment.
His face was branded with the slave mark. What right did he have to see Lin Feng again? He hated—hated that group of beasts led by Duan Tianlang, and also hated this group of beasts in the fighting pit.
Back then, the Cloud Sea Sect was annihilated, but many still survived, not killed by the iron hooves. He and Po Jun were two of the survivors. But if he had known he would end up like this, he would rather have died on the day the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed.
All the survivors were brought to the Imperial City, branded with slave marks, and then sold to the fighting pit.
After that, he lived a life worse than death—endless humiliation, whipping, being treated like a wild beast, penned up and trained, forcibly dragged into the fighting pit to battle. If he lost, he died. To survive, he could only keep killing people and growing stronger.
Han Man had resisted—in fact, he was the most fierce resister. But his punishment was to be thoroughly tamed like a wild beast, called—"Savage Beast."
Watching Lin Feng approach step by step, Han Man's already disfigured face showed pain. His gradually softening eyes turned red, and a single tear slowly fell.
"Brother Feng!"
Han Man lowered his head in pain, too ashamed to face Lin Feng. Now a slave, he was once again making Lin Feng take risks for him, draw his sword for him.
Lin Feng knew what kind of person he was. In the past, Lin Feng had climbed the Heaven Abyss Cliff for him, stepped onto the Life and Death Platform several times for him. Today, he would also draw his sword and bleed for him, no matter who he faced, no matter how powerful his opponent was. Lin Feng would do it without hesitation.
And he, Han Man, seemed to do nothing but drag Lin Feng down.
"You've suffered, brother."
A brilliant smile suddenly appeared in Lin Feng's merciless pupils. Hearing his words, Han Man's body trembled. His lowered head lifted again, and tears continuously flowed down his slave-branded cheeks.
With a brother like this, what more could one ask for in life!
With a brother like this, even if he died today, what did it matter!