Chapter 1553: Take It Out
The purple-robed Martial Emperor moved quickly; in just a short time, he returned, bringing Mu Yun with him.
Their bodies descended onto the corridor at the edge of the battle platform. Mu Yun saw Lin Feng dragging Qi Yuchen along, her beautiful eyes flickering in surprise. She clearly hadn't expected Lin Feng to be standing on the battle platform, nor to have tormented Qi Yuchen so miserably. When the purple-robed Martial Emperor brought her here, she didn't even know why.
But now, she seemed to understand, a faint, warm smile appearing in her eyes.
"Yun'er, go over to the Qi Tian Fortress viewing platform. Senior will look after you," Lin Feng said to Mu Yun. Everyone assumed the "senior" Lin Feng referred to was Ni Chen Martial Emperor. Of course, with Ni Chen Martial Emperor present, the people of Qi Tian Fortress wouldn't dare act rashly against Mu Yun.
"Mm." Mu Yun didn't ask further. Her figure flickered, and moments later, she arrived beside the Wen Tian Fortress viewing platform, quietly watching the events unfold before her. Even now, she still didn't fully understand what was happening.
"Get lost!" Lin Feng's arm suddenly swung, and Qi Yuchen's body flew through the air toward the Qi Tian Fortress direction.
The purple-robed Martial Emperor reached out, his figure flickering as he caught Qi Yuchen, breathing a slight sigh of relief. If a promising younger generation member of the Qi family died at Lin Feng's hands, he would have a hard time explaining it. After all, Lin Feng had slipped away from him and broken free of his control. Though all of this might have been Qi Yuchen's own fault—if he hadn't sent people to kill Lin Feng, none of this would have happened.
What exactly had happened after Lin Feng left the Qi Tian Fortress camp?
On the battle platform, Lin Feng's gaze continued to sweep across the crowd. The various factions' people remained silent, waiting to see what Lin Feng intended to do next.
This time, Lin Feng's gaze fell on the direction of the Medicine King Immortal Palace, causing several young experts from that sect to frown, sharp glints flashing in their eyes. Was Lin Feng planning to make a move against the Medicine King Immortal Palace as well?
However, they noticed that Lin Feng's gaze wasn't fixed on them. Instead, it passed over their bodies and looked toward the viewing platform of the Medicine King Immortal Palace, finally landing on the white-bearded old man standing there—a mid-rank Emperor.
The white-bearded old man naturally noticed Lin Feng as well. His long beard fluttered, and his indifferent eyes fixed on Lin Feng. At that moment, Lin Feng extended his hand toward him and said, "Take it out!"
"Hmm?" The crowd was stunned by this scene. Take it out?
What was Lin Feng asking the Medicine King Immortal Palace expert to hand over? The white-bearded old man knew in his heart, and some experts from the Medicine King Immortal Palace also understood what Lin Feng was referring to.
That day, a Martial Emperor who called himself Yu Zhi had carried the injured Lin Feng to the Medicine King Immortal Palace's camp here. He had knelt before the white-bearded old man, begging him to heal Lin Feng's wounds. But the old man had accepted Yu Zhi's Storage Ring, claiming it was compensation for Yu Zhi's earlier offense, and told him to get lost. What Lin Feng was demanding now was, of course, what Yu Zhi had handed over to the white-bearded old man back then.
The white-bearded old man stared coldly at Lin Feng. A mere Seventh Layer Venerable Martial Realm cultivator dared to demand something from him? It had to be said, Lin Feng's audacity was extraordinary. Of course, Lin Feng had already proven his boldness earlier—bombarding Zhou Tianruo, tormenting Qi Yuchen, forcing the Qi family to hand over Mu Yun. It seemed there was nothing he wouldn't do.
But as a mid-rank Emperor, would he personally return what he had taken just because a Venerable Martial Realm cultivator said so?
This was no longer about the value of the item. If he did that, how would others see him? Where would his face as a mid-rank Emperor go?
"I advise you to take back those words," the white-bearded old man said. His voice was calm but carried a piercing force. On the battle platform, only his voice echoed, advising Lin Feng to retract his words.
The rolling demonic intent around Lin Feng had never subsided. Hearing the old man's words, he stepped forward toward the top eighteen seats where the Medicine King Immortal Palace experts sat. Each step he took caused the ground to tremble slightly, and in the void, a terrifying, surging wave seemed to roll forward, fiercely crashing toward those few people.
The Medicine King Immortal Palace's current generation was exceptionally talented, with four people entering the top eighteen seats—one more than Wen Tian Fortress. However, in terms of battle merit points, they had lost to Wen Tian Fortress by an extremely narrow margin, barely missing out on absolute control for the next ten thousand years. Even so, they were still one of the three major controlling powers for the next ten thousand years.
It was terrifying to think that in the next ten thousand years, the Eight Wastelands and Nine Nether regions would no longer have only one force like the Sky Dome Immortal Palace.
Moreover, the Medicine King Immortal Palace's top four seats were all formidable. Two of them were especially powerful, and one had even secured the second seat, losing only once—to Wen Aofeng.
Ye Sheng was the one who had taken the second seat. Seeing Lin Feng step forward step by step, an eight-hundred-fold momentum force wrapped around the power of heaven and earth, roaring with domineering, unmatched might. Ye Sheng's long robe flapped loudly in the wind, but instead of retreating, he stepped forward. Like Wen Aofeng, he possessed a seven-hundred-fold momentum force.
Furthermore, the people of the Medicine King Immortal Palace specialized in abilities different from others.
At this moment, the crowd saw Ye Sheng's pupils gradually turn eerie, captivating the soul. His dark green eyes made it hard for anyone to look directly at him.
"Ye Sheng's strength is terrifying. Even Wen Aofeng had to put in great effort to defeat him. This Lin Feng, though powerful and overbearing, will find it very difficult to defeat Ye Sheng, who specializes in bewitching techniques. If he loses, Lin Feng's fate will be miserable," the crowd thought to themselves. Lin Feng was betting everything on Azure Emperor Mountain. If he lost even one battle and Azure Emperor Mountain rejected him, his fate was almost predictable—he would die a miserable death.
Ye Sheng was the humble young man who had once praised Jun Moxi. He had taken the second seat, and Lin Feng had seen him fight—he was extremely formidable.
The dark green pupils seemed to pierce Lin Feng's divine sense, making him feel as if he couldn't even open his eyes. This startled Lin Feng. His pupils turned even darker and colder, and within his demonic eyes, powerful demonic will and curse force surged forth, colliding in the void with the other's dark green gaze.
"Such strong demonic will, contained within his demonic pupils. My bewitching pupils can't penetrate them," Ye Sheng thought to himself. Then, with a flicker of his mind, strands of vines coiled around his body, forming a terrifying ancient vine king that lifted him up, even seeming to have its own pupils.
Thick vines shot toward Lin Feng from all directions, sharper than swords and incredibly fast.
Lin Feng's body erupted with endless demonic intent. His Demonic Slaughter Fist, wrapped in overbearing momentum force, roared fiercely as he punched out, reducing the vines to powder. The vines exploded, but tiny seeds still flew toward Lin Feng's body, extremely eerie.
"Wind!" Ye Sheng spat out a cold word, and a gale swept through, carrying the seeds with the wind, making them invisible and formless, ready to plant themselves on Lin Feng.
"Fire!" Lin Feng thought, and demonic fire burst forth. The powerful demonic fire incinerated everything. Countless seeds landed on Lin Feng's body, and a terrifying corrosive sensation began to erode him, as if they would spread, take root, and completely corrode his body. However, the demonic fire surging from Lin Feng was also extremely domineering. Black flames, formed by the fusion of demonic essence and flame essence, incinerated many seeds that tried to take root, turning them into nothing.
"Demonic, flame... It seems Lin Feng has already displayed multiple essence powers," the crowd thought. Space, demonic, flame, curse, death, immortality—so many essences, some strong and some weak. If he could turn them all into laws and have each law's power infuse his body, how terrifying would that be? But such a situation was almost impossible. Many talented cultivators comprehended several essence powers below the Martial Emperor realm, but they would choose one or two of their strongest to elevate into laws. Comprehending five or six laws simultaneously and becoming a multi-law Martial Emperor was far too difficult.
Countless people struggled just to comprehend a single law and step onto the Emperor throne, let alone multiple.
"I need to finish this fight quickly," Lin Feng thought. Ye Sheng's abilities were strange—bewitchment, seeds, corrosion, wind. Fortunately, Lin Feng himself was proficient in many powerful forces—demonic eyes, demonic fire—which could resist the other's attacks. If it were someone else, they would easily be caught in a cycle of bewitchment and corrosion. Against someone like this, one couldn't drag the battle out; they had to suppress them with absolute, overwhelming power.