Chapter 145: Bloodline
Looking at the old man's body slowly collapsing to the ground, the space fell into silence once again.
Lin Feng, a cultivator at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, had obliterated a strong practitioner at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm?
The scene before them made the crowd feel as if they were in a dream. In martial arts cultivation, even a single realm difference could mean a vast disparity in strength. Those who could challenge opponents above their level were considered geniuses.
Lin Feng was three entire realms weaker than his opponent. The gap in strength was enormous, making him seem utterly outmatched. And indeed, Lin Feng was not a match for the old man. But the final outcome shocked everyone.
Relying on his indomitable will and tenacity, Lin Feng used a self-destructive approach to close in on the old man, until finally, he delivered that fatal strike. It lasted only an instant, yet it was a blow deeply etched into the minds of the onlookers.
"So fast, such terrifying control, such unyielding will."
The crowd silently praised. Lin Feng's strike embodied so many things. Without that tenacious will, he would have fallen long ago. From the very beginning, he had already planned this attack, using seemingly reckless methods to approach the old man, making him let down his guard, until finally, with extreme speed and pinpoint accuracy, he drove the dagger into his throat.
For that single strike, Lin Feng had paid a tremendous price.
"Cough, cough!"
With a light cough, blood continuously seeped from the corners of Lin Feng's mouth. The blood-red palm print on his chest was strikingly vivid.
Putting away the blood-dripping dagger, Lin Feng took out a bottle of pills and tossed two into his mouth. A cool, refreshing sensation flowed through his body, finally easing his discomfort and calming his heart.
"This guy really doesn't value his life."
Wen Aoxue's gaze fell on Lin Feng, a hint of a smile appearing on his demonically handsome face. He had always felt Lin Feng wasn't simple, but Lin Feng had still given him a huge surprise—by actually killing the old man.
"Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm!" Wen Aoxue clicked his tongue, muttering to himself, "Where did that dagger come from?"
Lin Feng had discarded his longsword, and no one had seen a dagger appear in his hand. It wasn't until the old man died that Lin Feng inexplicably held a blood-dripping, coldly gleaming dagger.
"Feng Ge!"
At this moment, Han Man's pupils were half-filled with blood, while the other half had turned yellow—the color of desert sand, eerily strange.
"Don't worry, I won't die." The merciless look in Lin Feng's eyes faded. Looking at Han Man, who had stood up, a bright smile appeared on his face.
Han Man was silent for a moment, then let out another roar from his mouth, howling up at the sky.
Instantly, yellow sand rolled, and the earth trembled.
A dazzling yellow light shot into the sky, spinning around Han Man like a top. In an instant, it enveloped his body, and Han Man himself transformed into a mass of yellow sand.
"What's happening?"
The crowd's eyes trembled again. The scene before them was too bizarre.
Han Man had been acting strangely earlier, but Lin Feng's fatal strike had overshadowed his odd behavior, drawing everyone's attention. Now, seeing the phenomenon occurring on Han Man's body, the crowd was stunned, unable to understand what was happening to him.
The rolling yellow sand surged into the air like a brilliant yellow light, extremely dazzling. The sand wrapping around Han Man grew thicker and thicker, quickly forming a massive sphere that completely buried him within.
After a moment, the rolling yellow sand settled, and Han Man had become a colossal ball, shaking everyone's hearts.
Seeing this, Lin Feng frowned deeply, unsure of what was happening to Han Man.
"Crack."
A sound of splitting came from the massive yellow sand sphere. A crack appeared, and then it bloomed open like a lotus flower, revealing Han Man's figure once again.
Everyone's pupils contracted, their gazes freezing in disbelief.
Now, Han Man's pitch-black long hair had turned yellow, draped over his shoulders. His body had grown taller and more robust, standing like a giant tower, causing hearts to tremble.
Majestic, mighty—Han Man now resembled an ancient immortal god, unparalleled. The only thing unchanged was the slave brand on his face, still clearly etched there.
Opening his eyes, Han Man's gaze shot out like lightning, radiating a soul-stirring light.
"So good."
Raising his hand, Han Man clenched his fist, and the sound of bones cracking rang out. He could clearly feel the explosive power surging through his body. So strong.
Turning around, Han Man looked at the middle-aged man who had been riding him. His eerie yellow pupils made the man's heart tremble involuntarily.
"Die!"
Han Man roared, stepping forward. His pace wasn't fast, but his strides were enormous. In two steps, he was in front of the middle-aged man, throwing a punch directly. A yellow light flashed.
The middle-aged man's gaze sharpened. Instead of dodging, he met the punch with his own fist. A fierce wind raged.
"Boom, rumble!"
As their fists collided, the earth shook. Under the crowd's stunned gaze, the middle-aged man's body was invaded by yellow sand. His arm was frozen solid, covered in sand. Not only that, the sand surged upward, spreading over his body at a terrifying speed. In an instant, it completely buried him.
"Roar!"
Han Man bellowed, as if venting all his fury. He threw another immensely powerful punch. In an instant, the mass of yellow sand exploded, shattering into pieces. In other words, the middle-aged man's body was completely torn apart, yet not a single drop of blood spilled. On the ground, there was only a pile of yellow sand.
"Thump, thump, thump..." The crowd's hearts pounded wildly, their eyes fixed on the horrifying scene. This strike was too terrifying, defying all logic.
The impact Han Man brought to the crowd was no less than Lin Feng's.
"This is... a bloodline... awakening!"
Wen Aoxue stood by the prison gate, staring blankly at everything happening to Han Man, murmuring to himself.
Yes, this had to be a bloodline awakening. Han Man carried the bloodline of a supreme expert within him, which was why this awakening phenomenon occurred.
However, descendants of bloodline experts always possessed bloodline power and bloodline martial souls, making them stronger than ordinary people. If they encountered an opportunity, they could continuously awaken their bloodline power and grow stronger. But an awakening like Han Man's, where strength surged instantly, was extremely rare. Even Wen Aoxue had never heard of such a thing.
Yet this was undoubtedly an awakening; otherwise, there was no way to explain the anomaly happening to Han Man.
Lin Feng was also utterly stunned. Too strong. At this moment, Han Man had definitely reached the Fifth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, even stronger than Lin Feng himself.
At that moment, several figures flashed toward the prison, causing Lin Feng and the others to tense up.
"Feng Ge, I'll kill that brat. This prison will be his grave."
Han Man glared coldly at Bai Ze. Earlier, it was he who had shouted about making Lin Feng a slave, branding him with a slave mark, and taming him into a beast slave.
Bai Ze had to die.
With a step, Han Man blocked a passageway. Seeing someone trying to flash inside, he threw a wild, sand-infused punch that sent the man retreating.
Lin Feng's body slowly turned, his gaze landing on Bai Ze. At that moment, Bai Ze's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Just a look from Lin Feng made him stagger backward in fear.
How could he possibly be a match for Lin Feng? Lin Feng had even killed a Seventh Layer Spirit Martial Realm old man. Killing him would be effortless.
"You said earlier that you wanted to brand a slave mark on me and tame me into a beast slave?"
Lin Feng murmured, lifting his foot and slowly walking toward Bai Ze.
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Bai Ze's body trembled even more violently, shaking his head repeatedly.
"Save me! Come in and save me!"
Bai Ze shouted. How had it come to this? This was his Bai family's territory. He could do whatever he wanted here. But now, he was trapped inside the prison, with nowhere to escape.
The people who had arrived outside heard Bai Ze's cries and grew anxious. More people gathered at the entrance where Wen Aoxue stood.
Wen Aoxue leaned lazily against the wall, a cynical smile on his lips. When the arriving figures saw him, they didn't charge in directly. Instead, their eyes narrowed, and one of them said in a low voice, "Wen Aoxue!"
They were all cursing inwardly. That reckless young master had finally kicked an iron plate this time, even daring to provoke Wen Aoxue.