# Chapter 2032: Slaying a Prince
Figures flickered and drifted through the void, presenting a spectacular scene. The chained legendary figures had also ceased their great commotion. They had broken open the ruins to connect with the outside world, hoping to find an opportunity to break the chains binding them. Their true hope lay in those powerful existences at the Saint Emperor Realm.
"That's Lin Feng. He obtained a Saint's skull. Within that Saint's skull is a terrifying Sword Intent. I wonder if there's a inheritance inside."
"Once every hundred years, countless geniuses have entered these ruins throughout the ages, but very few have gained great harvests. Only a handful encounter ancient Saint ruins. This time, the commotion is enormous. Lin Feng not only obtained a Saint's skull but is also said to have acquired a giant foot—the remnant body of the Qin Imperial Dynasty's ancestor. That's why these people are chasing him, wanting to seize his Saintly items."
"Let's go. Saintly items—anyone who sees them can contend for them. They should belong to the strong."
Many figures joined the ranks pursuing Lin Feng. Soon, a gathering of geniuses converged across the entire sky, continuously chasing after him. Lin Feng walked alone at the forefront, advancing steadily, as if completely oblivious to those behind him. He neither hurried nor deliberately fled. This battle was unavoidable; there was no escaping it. Whether it was the Ten Absolute Old Immortal or the War King Academy, neither ultimately belonged to his own power. Only his own strength could be eternal.
At this moment, Lin Feng, advancing steadily, descended to the peak of a mountain range. Suddenly, he stopped, turned around, and swept his gaze over the assembled geniuses, laughing arrogantly: "You've been chasing me all this time, yet you don't fight. What is the meaning of this?"
The crowd's expressions flickered, each harboring their own thoughts. Since the Tianci Imperial Dynasty's people were also in these ruins, if they joined forces to kill Lin Feng, the dynasty's members would likely intervene to stop them. As long as Lin Feng was willing to continue forward, they would simply keep following him, waiting for the right moment to strike and kill him.
"You want the Saint's skull and the ancient Saint's remnant giant foot? If you have the strength, come and take them. I, Lin Feng, hereby issue a challenge. Whoever can kill me, everything I possess will be his. Of course, if you want to kill me, you must also be prepared to be obliterated." Lin Feng's gaze swept over the crowd, his spirit soaring to the heavens. "Who will be the first to try and kill me? If you have the strength, come and seize the Saintly items."
A gale swept through, billowing Lin Feng's robes. His black hair cascaded like a black waterfall, and his dazzling eyes shone with extraordinary brilliance. One man, challenging all the geniuses—whoever came, he would face them.
If they killed him, they could seize the Saintly items. Otherwise, if he killed them, who would dare to fight?
At this moment, Snowflake Princess arrived at the scene. Hearing Lin Feng's words, her gaze froze for a moment. This guy's audacity was too great. Before him was a gathering of geniuses. With a single glance, she spotted many talented individuals. Her imperial brother, Yan Prince, was among them. She knew well that Yan Prince's strength was terrifying, and he rarely revealed his true power, but his absolute combat ability was no less than Wang Jian's. Wang Jian was also there—a master of the art of warfare with formidable strength. There was also Zhuo Qing, a King Body. Aside from them, there were many other princes and princesses who were geniuses. And yet Lin Feng stood atop the mountain peak, challenging all the heroes, inviting anyone to fight him. This guy was too impulsive.
Snowflake Princess believed in Lin Feng's talent. He had stepped onto the Saintly Dao Platform, sat on the Saint Emperor's Throne, and was ranked first in talent. But he was at the peak of the Mid-rank Emperor Realm, while most others were at the peak of the High-rank Emperor Realm—a difference of one entire realm.
Like sharp swords, countless gazes shot toward Lin Feng. In the void, a gale swept by as powerful figures descended—senior experts from various imperial dynasties. The experts of the Tianci Imperial Dynasty had also arrived.
"Lin Feng, you said it yourself. If we kill you, the Saintly items belong to whoever does it," a powerful figure said coldly. "The Tianci Imperial Dynasty must not interfere."
"The Tianci Imperial Dynasty will not interfere. But if I kill someone from your dynasty, don't be sore losers and come out to make a fool of yourselves," Lin Feng's gaze swept across the void, drawing a series of cold snorts.
"Can we use Imperial Weapons in battle? It's better to clarify this now, so no one suddenly launches a sneak attack."
"Of course not. Some of you are probably carrying Imperial Weapons on you. How could we fight like that?" A strong expert from the Tianci Imperial Dynasty spoke on Lin Feng's behalf.
"Fine. No Imperial Weapons. Let's see how you plan to fight all these geniuses."
"You can't swallow the Saintly items. If you regret it now and hand them over, it's not too late."
"If we're going to fight, then fight. Enough with all the nonsense," Lin Feng said contemptuously, drawing more cold snorts.
"Kill him and take the Saintly items."
"Lin Feng, your life is mine." A figure stepped forward. This person wore a swallow-tailed long robe, his aura powerful, radiating an imperial presence. His extraordinary bearing made it clear he was no ordinary person.
Lin Feng's combat prowess had already been proven. Even though he was still at the peak of the Mid-rank Emperor Realm, the fact that he had defeated Ji Shang was enough to demonstrate his formidable strength. Ordinary geniuses wouldn't dare come out for a life-and-death battle with him—that would be suicide. As Lin Feng had said, if you wanted to seize Saintly items, you needed the strength to back it up.
"Mo Anran, a prince of the Great Desert Imperial Dynasty."
"The Dao he specializes in is also extremely powerful. With one stroke, he can carve a vast desert; with another, he can carve mountains and rivers. This is a unique Dao of some strong experts from the Great Desert Imperial Dynasty. Some call it the Millennia Dao, derived from the meaning of 'a single stroke spanning a thousand years.'"
"Among the Three Thousand Daos, as long as you have enough comprehension, you can comprehend any Dao, even create unprecedented ones. Haven't there been legendary figures in the past who created Daos never seen before? The Dao of Transformation, which turns the power of others' Daos into one's own power to attack enemies—terrifying to the extreme."
"That's right. Some legendary figures have pioneered such paths. Aren't there also those whose Daos can ignore all Dao power, carving out countless other Daos?"
"Such figures cannot even be compared to all the monstrous geniuses present here. Who knows how many geniuses it takes for one to appear? It's unrealistic. At the Saint King Realm, one can still dream about it. Once you step into the Saint level, you transcend the Three Thousand Daos."
Below, some who didn't believe they had the strength to kill Lin Feng discussed among themselves. At this moment, Mo Anran's long robe fluttered as he stepped forward. On his back was a blank ancient painting, yet it radiated dazzling light, as if it could derive infinite power.
Mo Anran extended his finger, and light burst forth from the painting. He traced a line in the void with his finger, and instantly, a long river with a setting sun appeared, slashing toward Lin Feng—extremely magnificent.
Lin Feng's black hair flew wildly. Holy Spirits materialized before him, and boundless Sword Intent filled the air. Behind him, it seemed as if a dozen ancient swords were suspended.
"Chi!" His palm swept across, and sword qi tore through the sky. The long river was severed, the setting sun shattered—all attacks vanished into nothingness. But Mo Anran stepped forward, and with another stroke, a desert demon dragon appeared, charging toward Lin Feng. Another stroke brought a massive blade crashing down from the sky. Yet another stroke caused a terrifying mountain peak to press down from above Lin Feng, attempting to suppress him.
"What a marvelous Dao." Lin Feng's footsteps rumbled as he advanced. Formless Sword Intent shredded heaven and earth. His eyes locked onto Mo Anran, and a terrifying Death Force surged into the other's mind. Mo Anran was not to be outdone. He snorted coldly, and within his eyes, it seemed a Millennia Dao brush appeared. With a single stroke, a sword light slashed toward Lin Feng's soul.
"Kill!" Lin Feng's Dao Intent transformed into endless killing and death swords. At the same time, a Holy Spirit light shot directly from his pupils—the Nine Nether Light. In that instant, the Nine Nether was imprinted in the other's mind, causing Mo Anran's expression to tremble violently. The Nine Nether hung high above, spring water trickling, and his soul seemed to be demonized, about to be controlled.
Lin Feng's sword light churned through heaven and earth, shattering all attacks. Simultaneously, he unleashed multiple Holy Spirits in succession.
"Today, you will surely die." Lin Feng's voice resounded within Mo Anran's mind, shaking his soul even more violently—this was the power of the Curse Holy Spirit.
"Chi!" Mo Anran traced a line in the void, attempting to sever the space between himself and Lin Feng, cutting out a void heavenly river.
"You have no escape." The Bright King Holy Spirit was imprinted in the other's mind. The Five Bright Kings enveloped his soul, remaining unmoved against all incoming soul attacks. At the same time, Lin Feng's sword slashed open the heavenly river, creating an ancient path in the void, and his body directly crossed over.
At this moment, Mo Anran clasped his hands together, fingers interlocking. Instantly, over a dozen attacks surged wildly in the void, as if about to drown heaven and earth. His own body was also wrapped within them.
"Such a powerful attack." The crowd felt the pressure and their hearts trembled. At the same time, Lin Feng's advancing steps suddenly halted. He formed a sword seal with his hand, and instantly, the Holy Spirits before him began to howl wildly, converging together to form a giant sword that could swallow heaven and earth.
Lin Feng continued to step forward. With each step, a heavy pressure descended upon his opponent—the pressure of death, the pressure of plunging the opponent into a dreamlike state. This caused Mo Anran's expression to stiffen. He closed his eyes and roared. The Millennia Dao—Millennia Attack. In that moment, it seemed as if endless power surged forth simultaneously.
Almost at the same time, Lin Feng's sword slashed down. The terrifying giant sword shattered everything. One attack after another was broken, leaving the crowd feeling suffocated.
"With this sword, you are already dead." Lin Feng's voice shook the other's mind. The Sword of Death stabbed out. A Demon King stepped forth from his divine consciousness, charging into the other's brow. In that instant, the opponent's defense finally collapsed like a breached dam, pouring away in torrents. His soul trembled wildly. Almost simultaneously, Lin Feng's giant sword continued to slash down, attacking from both ends.
"Boom!" A terrifying divine consciousness force erupted. Lin Feng felt his divine consciousness shake, his expression stiffening. The other's divine consciousness had a powerful guardian. However, the sword in his hand did not stop. He slashed down with one stroke. With a rumbling sound, Mo Anran's body was directly split apart—one sword, two halves!
PS: Fourth chapter, making up for yesterday's chapter. Still coding in the dead of night, seeking support!
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