Chapter 146: The Brand
"What are you still doing out there?"
Bai Ze shouted angrily, his voice filled with urgency. These bastards actually had time to stop there.
Wen Aoxue cast a faint, indifferent glance at Bai Ze, a hint of pity showing in his eyes. This was the price of arrogance. Because he looked down on everyone, Bai Ze's eyes couldn't accommodate anything else. He thought he was so powerful that he didn't even recognize Wen Aoxue.
"As long as I am here, no one can take a single step inside."
Wen Aoxue said calmly, his tone arrogant and confident.
Lin Feng was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected Wen Aoxue to be so arrogant. It seemed he didn't really know this man who was as beautiful as a woman.
As for Bai Ze, his face stiffened. He saw that Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry to kill him. Instead, he went to pick up his soft sword, then raised it and slowly walked toward Bai Ze.
"What do you want?" Bai Ze's heart was in his throat, his voice lacking confidence.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you," Lin Feng said indifferently, causing Bai Ze's eyes to freeze in surprise. But then, he saw a cold smile curl at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth. "You nobles like to brand the slave mark on people's faces. Once branded, they become slaves for life, unable to hold their heads high. So, I will carve the slave mark on your face. Let me see if, after a proud noble is branded, he will still call others 'lowborn' and humiliate those who bear the brand."
Bai Ze's mouth twitched. Brand the slave mark on his face? Become a lowly slave? How could he ever hold his head up again?
"Didn't you hear me? Get in here!"
Bai Ze could no longer control his emotions. His face twisted in rage as he roared.
Outside the cage, the crowd stepped forward, but Wen Aoxue's robes fluttered, his long hair moving as if stirred by an unseen wind. A sharp, bone-chilling killing intent radiated from him.
"Three steps, and I will draw my sword. If I draw my sword, blood will be spilled."
Wen Aoxue's voice was very calm, but it made those who wanted to advance halt in their tracks. No one dared to cross that line.
"He who sows disaster shall reap it."
A powerful sword intent surged from Lin Feng's body, making Bai Ze's entire body stiffen. He finally gave up hope on the people outside.
"As long as you let me go, I can give you many Origin Stones, and even grant you techniques and martial skills."
"Grant?"
Lin Feng sneered mockingly. Having been a noble for so long, he was used to being above others, not even knowing his own situation.
"Let you go, and you'll grant me Origin Stones, techniques, and martial skills?" Lin Feng said coldly. "Do you take me for a fool?"
Today's matter could not be settled peacefully. The hatred between the two sides was deep and unforgettable. The Bai family would never let Lin Feng go.
As for Lin Feng, if he didn't destroy the Bai family, how could he face Han Man and those slave cultivators from the Cloud Sea Sect? They had all been branded with the slave mark, turned into slaves, and countless had died in this prison arena.
Lin Feng and the Bai family were locked in a life-and-death struggle, even if only for his identity as the Sect Leader of the Cloud Sea Sect.
Bai Ze's face stiffened at Lin Feng's words, then twisted with malice.
"If you dare to harm me, the Bai family will make sure you die without a burial place."
"Truly an idiot." Lin Feng didn't want to waste any more words with Bai Ze. His body trembled slightly, and a cold light flashed. Immediately, a miserable scream rang out. On Bai Ze's face, the first stroke of the character for "slave" appeared.
Bai Ze covered his face with both hands, blood seeping out continuously. Lin Feng's gaze was icy cold, devoid of any emotion, let alone pity or sympathy.
For scum like this, no means were too harsh.
The long sword swung, and Bai Ze's fingers were directly severed. Another stroke, as deep and precise as the first, was carved into Bai Ze's face.
The movements didn't stop. Lin Feng's long sword gleamed. In a moment, a clear character for "slave" appeared on Bai Ze's face, but it was quickly covered by the blood streaming down his face.
At this moment, Bai Ze was like a vengeful spirit, hideous and terrifying. His body twitched slightly, then he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Such ruthless methods, such a decisive young man!"
The space fell silent. The crowd's eyes were fixed on the prison arena, their hearts trembling violently.
Today's prison fight was the real deal, more thrilling than any before.
Lin Feng's eyes remained cold. He still held the long sword in his hand, slowly turned around, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."
Han Man and Po Jun came to Lin Feng's side. Wen Aoxue stepped out of the cage, and the people outside involuntarily stepped back to make way.
"Whoever blocks me, I will kill."
A cold voice emerged from his mouth. Wen Aoxue stepped forward, with Lin Feng walking behind him, the long sword still dripping blood.
Lin Feng's sword was also fearsome.
Han Man walked at the back. With every step, his sturdy body made the ground tremble, domineering and unparalleled. The crowd understood that even this slave cultivator was no longer what he used to be.
This group of people, they simply couldn't stop them. They could only let them go.
With heads held high and chests puffed out, Lin Feng and the others swaggered away. After a moment, only their backs were left for the crowd to see.
They didn't know that Lin Feng, who had been so tough and had torn a hole in the prison arena, slowly collapsed as soon as he stepped out of the prison arena.
The palm strike of a Seventh Layer Spirit Martial Realm cultivator was incredibly fierce and domineering, and it had already been wreaking havoc inside Lin Feng's body.
"Worthless, all of you are worthless!"
A sharp, furious roar echoed in the prison arena after Lin Feng left. The young man in yellow was beside himself with rage. Today, Lin Feng had actually stepped on his face to humiliate him.
He, his surname was Yu!
When had someone from the Yu family ever suffered such humiliation? When had they ever been bullied by others?
Seeing the young man in yellow suddenly stand up from the crowd and roar, the faces of the Bai family members stiffened again. It was over...
"If anyone dares to speak of today's events, I will kill him."
The young man in yellow threatened the people who had come with him, causing their faces to stiffen. But they didn't dare to disobey and could only nod repeatedly, cursing inwardly. It was all this guy's fault for causing trouble. He had been humiliated and had made Bai Ze pay such a heavy price. Now he was forbidding them from revealing the matter, afraid of losing face, afraid of losing the dignity of the Yu family.
"Lin Feng, if you don't die, where will my face be?"
The young man surnamed Yu's face was extremely twisted. He hadn't dared to speak when Lin Feng passed by him earlier because he was afraid. Lin Feng's attack on him had been too terrifying. The murderous intent in his words made him have no doubt that Lin Feng would dare to kill him. Later, he had personally witnessed how Lin Feng had treated Bai Ze. How could he dare to show his anger in front of Lin Feng?
In the prison arena, Lin Feng's rage had changed the situation!
...
In a simple room, Lin Feng was lying on the bed. He felt a hand touching his forehead.
Shaking his head slightly, Lin Feng moved his stiff body and slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was that peerlessly beautiful face.
At this moment, Meng Qing's expression was indifferent. She looked at Lin Feng and said calmly, "You're awake."
Lin Feng felt his whole body still filled with pain, very stiff, but fortunately, his internal energy was flowing smoothly, and his internal organs seemed normal.
"Have you been here all along?" Lin Feng looked at Meng Qing and asked.
Meng Qing's eyes flickered, then she shook her head and said, "I just came by occasionally."
"Really?" Lin Feng looked at Meng Qing, his tone suspicious.
"Of course. What did you think?" Meng Qing retorted, making Lin Feng freeze for a moment, then he gave a weak smile.
"Creak!"
A slight sound came as someone pushed the door open. Meng Qing stood up, glanced at Liu Fei who had entered the room, and said, "He's awake. You watch over him."
After saying that, Meng Qing lifted her foot and walked straight toward the door, leaving Liu Fei with a puzzled expression.
Before Lin Feng woke up, Meng Qing had been by his side without leaving for a moment. But as soon as he woke up, she hurried away. What did that mean?
"Alright!" Although Liu Fei was confused, she still nodded. She walked to the bedside and glared fiercely at Lin Feng, leaving him stunned.
He had just woken up. Who had he offended? What did Liu Fei's glare mean?
"Why were you so impulsive? Don't you think about the consequences?" Liu Fei was clearly referring to Lin Feng's rage in the prison arena.
Lin Feng smiled bitterly. Consequences? When he saw one of his few friends from the Cloud Sea Sect being ridden like a beast, with the slave mark carved on his face, could he still remain rational?
"In my hometown, there's a saying: 'In a fit of rage for a beauty.' If something happened to you, I would also act without hesitation, regardless of the consequences."
A hint of a cynical, carefree smile played on the corner of his mouth as Lin Feng spoke slowly, causing Liu Fei's heart to tremble slightly.
In a fit of rage for a beauty!