Chapter 144: Shadow Kill
Brothers?
The old man and the others in the prison were stunned by Lin Feng's words, then their eyes narrowed, cold light flickering.
Lin Feng knew this slave martial artist, and their relationship was close.
Watching Lin Feng approach step by step, the old man's body flickered, blocking Lin Feng's path. "No matter what your relationship was before, now he has been branded with the slave mark. He is a slave."
"If I branded a slave mark on your face, would you also be a slave?"
Lin Feng's expression was icy, causing the old man's gaze to freeze. Then he sneered, "You want to die?"
"Before I die, I will kill you first."
Lin Feng said coldly, as freezing air surged wildly toward the old man.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"
The old man sneered, his body trembling slightly. In an instant, his form turned into a hurricane, breaking through the freezing air currents and arriving before Lin Feng. A palm strike drifted out, as elusive as wind and shadow.
"Draw Sword!"
A dazzling cold light emerged within the freezing air currents. Lin Feng drew his flexible sword, the explosive force extremely powerful—the Draw Sword Art, a sure-kill strike.
However, the old man completely ignored Lin Feng's Draw Sword Art. His casual palm strike drifted without a trace, weaving through the gaps in the sword, landing on Lin Feng in an instant.
"Pfft!"
Lin Feng's body trembled violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he crashed directly into the prison bars.
"Seventh Layer!"
Everyone's eyes trembled. This old man's strength should be at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, while Lin Feng was only at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. The gap was too great. Lin Feng was no match, unable to even block a single blow.
But under their astonished gazes, Lin Feng lifted his foot and continued stepping toward the old man, his eyes still cold and resolute.
Inside the prison, the air was filled with freezing and murderous intent.
"Your strength is decent. You could have had a promising future, but you came to seek death. I'll grant your wish."
Seeing Lin Feng approach again, the old man sneered coldly. "With your Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm cultivation, you can't possibly withstand one of my palm strikes. As for killing me, that's a fool's dream."
"Why kill him? Brand him with the slave mark, tame him into a slave beast, and let him serve as a slave here. Wouldn't that be better?"
At this moment, Bai Ze spoke coldly from the side, making the old man pause before he chuckled. "Young Master has a good idea. This man is fiercer than a wild beast and has even stronger killing intent. Taming him into a beast would certainly be interesting."
"Exactly as it should be." Bai Ze's face was gloomy as he stared at Lin Feng. This was what he had brought upon himself.
But Lin Feng didn't even glance at him. His steps remained steady as he advanced step by step, the killing intent growing stronger.
"Roar!" Han Man let out a roar from his mouth, like a beast's howl. His body trembled wildly, but the middle-aged man still held him firmly with chains, preventing him from breaking free.
Another palm strike shot out, blood splattering in the air. Lin Feng's body crashed against the prison bars again, causing them to tremble slightly.
Just as the old man had said, Lin Feng was only at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. Even with his strong talent, he was no match for the old man at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, unable to block even a single blow.
The Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm was already considered a strong level within that realm.
Watching Lin Feng get sent flying time and again, Liu Fei and the others had all stood up, ready to walk toward the prison.
"Wait."
Wen Aoxue stopped them all, blocking their path.
"Move aside." Liu Fei shouted coldly, making Wen Aoxue smile bitterly.
"Lin Feng can't even win. If you go, you'll just be throwing your lives away."
"Move aside." Liu Fei ignored Wen Aoxue's words, her voice still cold.
"I'll go." Wen Aoxue shook his head, his body flickering into a white phantom. In an instant, he arrived outside the prison, but he didn't enter to rescue Lin Feng. Instead, he stood at the prison entrance. He had a feeling that Lin Feng wouldn't be killed so easily.
But seeing Lin Feng get knocked back again and again, only to step forward once more, even Wen Aoxue's heart was moved. For a friend, this guy could risk his life.
Po Jun was equally shocked. A strange light appeared on his face, branded with the slave mark. To do this for a friend was enough to earn anyone's respect.
Lin Feng's steps slowly advanced. His black pupils were emotionless and cold, devoid of any color. In his heart, there was only the will to destroy.
"Kill!"
A merciless roar burst from Lin Feng's mouth. The Sword of Death danced, carrying a gray aura of death as it swept out.
"Is this your limit?"
The old man sneered coldly, his palms waving. Wind palm prints filled the air, constantly dispersing the death aura. Lin Feng's sword also wavered unpredictably.
But at that moment, a cold light pierced through everything, shooting toward the old man. Lin Feng actually abandoned his sword, throwing it directly at the old man.
"Is that useful?"
A trace of disdain appeared at the corner of the old man's mouth.
Both palms flew, countless palm shadows appearing, elusive as the wind. When the sword reached the old man, it suddenly stopped, freezing in front of him.
"Go!"
The old man shouted, and the long sword flew into the distance. Meanwhile, Lin Feng had already reached him, his palm transforming into a sword, slashing at the old man.
"Seeking death."
A cold smile curled at the old man's lips. His palm force trembled, annihilating the sword energy, and his palm landed on Lin Feng's body. Mouthfuls of bright red blood flowed continuously from the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.
Lin Feng clasped his hands together. Instead of retreating, he tightly gripped the old man's palm, causing everyone's eyes to tremble again.
"What is he trying to do?"
Lin Feng's actions were no different from seeking death.
Sure enough, the old man's palm trembled, twisting against Lin Feng's chest. A huge bloody handprint appeared on Lin Feng's chest, hideous and terrifying.
Lin Feng's hands still didn't loosen, firmly holding the old man's palm.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Lin Feng's hands. Such a ruthless person—even at this point, he wouldn't let go. Was Lin Feng really seeking death?
Han Man was trampled underfoot, his body covered in blood. Heavy breaths continuously escaped from his mouth.
Beneath Han Man, dust swirled, and the ground trembled slightly. His bloodshot eyes began to change color.
Earth-yellow. Han Man's eyes shifted from blood-red to earth-yellow, like the earth itself. But this earth-yellow still carried a bone-deep, sky-piercing hatred.
"Roar!"
A beast-like roar erupted from Han Man's mouth. It was as if a hurricane had swept through the world. Rolling yellow sand surged endlessly on the ground, covering Han Man's body in a layer of yellow dust.
The middle-aged man on top of Han Man's face changed slightly. At this moment, his heart couldn't help but pound.
"What's happening?"
The middle-aged man stared at the roaring yellow sand, his eyes frozen.
At that moment, an immensely powerful force surged from beneath him. Cracking sounds rang out continuously as the iron chains shattered inch by inch.
The old man fighting Lin Feng also noticed the anomaly. He glanced over, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Hmm?"
A flicker of surprise passed through the old man's eyes. But at that moment, a sense of crisis struck, making his eyelids twitch. He immediately turned his gaze back.
"Heavenly Radiance!"
Within Lin Feng's gray, emotionless pupils, a dazzling light suddenly burst forth, as brilliant as the sun.
Heavenly Radiance—the ability awakened with the Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul, one Lin Feng had never used before. Now, he was using it for the first time.
The old man, who had just turned his gaze, felt his eyes tremble and closed them slightly. An overwhelming sense of danger washed over him, tightening his body. He tried to shake Lin Feng off with force, but Lin Feng's hands still held him tightly, letting the palm force ravage his body.
The old man's body drifted backward like the wind, pulling Lin Feng along with him, erratic and unpredictable.
"Shadow—Kill!"
A low voice escaped Lin Feng's mouth. The old man's wind-like figure traced a clear trajectory, completely exposed under the gaze of Heavenly Radiance, with nowhere to hide.
At the same time, Lin Feng's body turned into a shadow.
A strange cold light bloomed, and drops of bright red blood scattered in the air.
"Afterimage!"
Everyone's bodies trembled. At this moment, both Lin Feng and the old man had stopped. But Lin Feng's figure gradually faded into nothingness—it was an afterimage!
"Weak strength doesn't mean I can't kill you."
A faint voice echoed in the silent space. The old man's throat convulsed, blood gushing out wildly, and his body slowly fell!