Chapter 192: The Icy Sword
At Heavenly One Academy, the place was buzzing with noise. People were walking around everywhere, constantly talking, as if discussing something.
"I never expected the Imperial Family to make such a big move this time, even organizing a legion to head to Broken Blade City. Could it be that Moyue's offensive is too fierce, and Broken Blade City can no longer hold out?"
On the main avenue of Heavenly One Academy, one person murmured softly, a hint of sighing in his voice. This person was from the General Star System and had always admired Liu Canglan. He never expected that now, even the Divine Archer General could no longer hold on.
"It should be. Otherwise, in the past, it was always the various academies sending disciples privately to Broken Blade City for training, quietly and without a fuss. It was never like this time, with the Imperial Family issuing a summons, ordering Heavenly One to dispatch its outstanding disciples to reinforce Broken Blade City, and even forming a legion to go."
Another person replied. The two of them were walking in a certain direction.
And it wasn't just the two of them; many people from Heavenly One Academy were all striding in the same direction.
At this moment, outside Heavenly One Academy, a group of people clad in silver armor sat quietly astride fine horses, looking majestic and extraordinary.
In front of these people, there were many disciples of Heavenly One Academy, also riding horses, and even demonic beasts, as if waiting to set off.
Just then, the sound of hooves rang out. From a distance, a white figure came whistling over, incredibly fast.
White robes, a white horse.
"Wen Aoxue."
Seeing that delicate, woman-like face, the crowd's gazes focused slightly. This time, Wen Aoxue was actually going as well.
"A bit slow."
The white horse came whistling over. Wen Aoxue swept his gaze across the crowd and smiled faintly. Then he came to the camp of the General Star System. The others immediately made way, giving the leading position to Wen Aoxue.
In the adjacent camp, the leader's gaze swept coldly over Wen Aoxue and said, "Wen Aoxue, why are you joining in the fun again?"
"If you, Luo Yu, can go, why can't I, Wen Aoxue, join in the fun?" Wen Aoxue replied with a faint, indifferent smile, his beautiful eyes carrying a hint of charm.
Luo Yu snorted coldly and ignored Wen Aoxue. Instead, he turned to look at the soldiers in silver armor and said, "It's about time. Should we set off?"
"Mm." The leading soldier nodded faintly and said, "Prepare to depart."
But as soon as he finished speaking, another urgent sound of hooves came from within Heavenly One Academy. A line of iron cavalry galloped out, kicking up a cloud of dust. The one at the very front was a young man, handsome and refined. The iron steed beneath him was extraordinary, fast as lightning—a top-grade horse, a Dragon Steed.
Flanking this young man were two young women. One was dressed in green robes with a veiled face, holy and unparalleled, like a fairy descending to the mortal world.
The other young woman had a fiery figure, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of spirited valor, full of vitality.
"Lucky man." Many people secretly envied this scene. To have two such beautiful women by his side was truly a stroke of luck.
But many also narrowed their eyes, looking at the young man on the Dragon Steed: Lin Feng.
Now, Lin Feng's reputation at Heavenly One Academy was immense. Very few people didn't know of him. His appearance immediately stirred up quite a commotion.
Lin Feng was also going to Broken Blade City, personally entering the battlefield, and he was bringing a group of people with him, including two beautiful young women.
"You're here." Wen Aoxue smiled faintly at Lin Feng, greeting him.
Lin Feng nodded to Wen Aoxue. Of course, he was going.
At this moment, Luo Yu of the Aristocratic Faction turned his gaze and called out in a low voice, "Lin Feng!"
Lin Feng looked at Luo Yu, a questioning expression on his face. He didn't know this person.
"Is there something?" Lin Feng asked.
"Nothing." Luo Yu shook his head. "You were lucky to defeat Black Demon. I hope you have the same good luck on the battlefield. That place isn't a playground."
With that, Luo Yu averted his gaze, no longer looking at Lin Feng, and urged his horse forward.
"Lucky?"
Lin Feng's eyes froze. He defeated Black Demon by luck?
Smiling, Lin Feng called out to Luo Yu's retreating figure, "You too. Hope you don't go and never come back."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Luo Yu's horse suddenly stopped. A chill of cold intent burst forth from Luo Yu, surging toward Lin Feng.
At the same time, Luo Yu stamped his foot on the saddle, his body leaping into the air. Like lightning, he struck out with a palm directly toward Lin Feng, a sharp whistling sound faintly emanating from his palm.
"Boom!" A violent tremor rang out. The horse neighed. The Dragon Steed beneath Lin Feng reared up on its hind legs, while Lin Feng's body was sent flying backward. With a loud crash, he landed on the ground, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Luo Yu, meanwhile, stomped hard on the Dragon Steed's back. The horse's body crashed to the ground, neighing incessantly. But Luo Yu used the force of that stomp to return to his own horse.
Fast. From the moment Lin Feng finished speaking to Luo Yu's sudden attack, only a brief moment had passed, and Luo Yu had already completed this perfect strike.
Looking at Lin Feng, Luo Yu sneered coldly, "Did you think I was Black Demon, that I would tolerate your insolence?"
The crowd's gazes froze slightly as they looked at the overbearing Luo Yu. So domineering.
Although Lin Feng was exceptionally talented, even able to defeat Black Demon, there was still a gap between him and Luo Yu.
Luo Yu ranked seventh among the top ten disciples of Heavenly One Academy. Unlike Black Demon, he didn't need to use secret techniques; he himself possessed the strength of the Spirit Martial Realm, Seventh Layer.
At this moment, the crowd saw Lin Feng wipe the blood from his mouth, stand up, and straighten his back. A flash of light, and a sword appeared in Lin Feng's hand—a sword with a silvery-white luster, dazzlingly bright. On this sword, a sharp intent flickered, as if it possessed a life of its own.
A surging battle intent rose from Lin Feng, fierce, powerful, and fearless.
And within this battle intent, there was also an incomparably sharp sword intent.
"Hm?" The crowd's gazes froze slightly as they looked at Lin Feng in surprise. Could it be that Lin Feng still intended to fight?
Luo Yu also frowned, looking at Lin Feng with a strange expression.
Lin Feng slowly stepped forward. Instantly, that surging battle intent and sword intent, like a fierce torrent, wildly surged toward Luo Yu.
A sharp neigh rang out. The horse beneath Luo Yu, frightened by this fierce aura, trembled and immediately collapsed to the ground. Luo Yu's body also fell.
"Beast!" Luo Yu shouted coldly, stamping his foot heavily. The horse let out a long neigh, its internal organs shattered by the force. It convulsed a few times and then lay still.
Then, Luo Yu raised his head again, looking at Lin Feng, a cold light flickering in his eyes.
Without a word, Lin Feng walked to a spot not far from Luo Yu. The hand holding the sword slowly rose.
An incomparably powerful battle intent, sword intent, and destructive intent spread out, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble violently.
Lin Feng's strength seemed to have grown again, much stronger than on the day he fought Black Demon.
The sword had not yet been drawn, but this sword intent had already set their hearts pounding. Every movement Lin Feng made seemed to tug at their hearts.
"Annihilate!"
Uttering a single word, Lin Feng slowly swung the sword held high. Though it appeared slow, it seemed to descend upon Luo Yu in an instant. Rolling waves of air pressed down like black clouds.
Luo Yu's face tightened. Terrifying waves of air spread from his body. Looking at the sword descending toward his head, Luo Yu raised both hands. A white halo materialized, containing terrifying power.
"Crack!"
A crisp, faint sound rang out. The halo shattered instantly under that sword. The silver sword, the sword of destruction, slashed straight down.
Luo Yu's expression finally changed, a look of shock flashing across his face. He stomped heavily on the ground, simultaneously thrusting both palms upward. His body retreated violently. The sword slashed past before his eyes, leaving a trail of blood. In that instant, Luo Yu deeply experienced the taste of death. He had been only a hair's breadth away from being cleaved in two by that sword.
But before Luo Yu could catch his breath, he saw a figure flash toward him. The dazzling, destructive sword was swung again, without any hesitation. The sword was cold, merciless, just like Lin Feng's gaze, sending a chill through Luo Yu's heart. So cold.
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