Chapter 2048: Attitude
"Your ancestor, Qin Shan!" A resounding slap struck the face of the Holy Emperor of the Qin Dynasty, Qin Qian, sending him flying backward with a single blow. This slap also shook the hearts of the crowd, especially those from the Qin Dynasty. At this moment, their expressions were stiff, their gazes fixed firmly on that ancient giant, their pupils revealing an extremely complex emotion. Was that their ancestor?
The ancestral saint of the Qin Dynasty, still alive?
The giant before them was undoubtedly the body of an ancient saint; no one doubted this. This saintly might, this oppressive force—standing there, it was as if he alone remained between heaven and earth, and everyone else had to worship, prostrate themselves, and pay homage to a saint. This was an ancient saint.
After the shock, the people of the Qin Dynasty trembled with excitement. Was this truly their ancestral saint? If so, with their ancestor undying, the Qin Dynasty would dominate Qi Tian Holy Capital, and perhaps even rule over Qingxiao.
In the current Qingxiao Continent, saints were not seen openly. Even Holy Emperor-level experts could not reach them, but no one doubted the existence of saints. Those undying figures could not have all perished; they must be pursuing the pinnacle of martial arts. Yet no one dared deny that if a saint emerged, they would be the most supreme figures in Qingxiao, just like the ancient saint before them. With powerful experts surrounding them, who could contend with them?
Holy Emperor Qin Qian was slapped flying, his face swollen, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Yet he felt no frustration or humiliation; on the contrary, he was extremely excited. This was truly his ancestor. If not, the power of a saint's slap would have been far greater—it could have blown his head off. Clearly, the saint had held back. He was right; at least within this saintly body, there was the consciousness of his ancestor, the ancient saint. As he had guessed, it was impossible for Lin Feng alone to unleash the power of a saint using this body.
"Ancestor," Qin Qian said, bowing to the ancient saint in the void, causing a moment of silence. Everyone was stunned. They still hadn't figured out what was happening. They were chasing Lin Feng, so why had an ancient saint appeared? And this saint was the ancestor of the Qin Dynasty, personally acknowledged by Holy Emperor Qin Qian.
"Ancestor," the experts of the Qin Dynasty all bowed respectfully to the giant. This was their ancestral saint.
The giant's pupils flickered. At this moment, Lin Feng was controlling this body, while the trace of consciousness from the ancient saint Qin Shan helped Lin Feng's will to mobilize power. As Lin Feng truly used the saint's power, he felt how terrifyingly this force pressured his soul. At this moment, his soul was unstable, making it difficult to perfectly control this body. He needed to adapt.
The people of the Qin Dynasty were, after all, descendants of the ancient saint Qin Shan. Now that he was controlling the saint's power, killing Qin Shan's descendants would be a great disrespect to Qin Shan. Lin Feng wouldn't go that far, so he only taught Qin Qian a lesson.
The giant's deep, cold eyes swept over the people of the Qin Dynasty. He remained silent, but this silence gave others a terrifying pressure.
The experts of the Snow Clan had already gathered together, protecting the Snow Mastiff in their midst. An old man transmitted a message: "Prepare to retreat."
The others nodded inwardly. Facing an ancient saint-level existence, they could only flee.
Not just the Snow Clan's experts—everyone who had come to besiege Lin Feng was ready to escape at any moment.
So, when the giant's gaze fell on the Snow Clan members, it was as if something exploded. Suddenly, the entire world turned into a world of snow. Countless snowflakes danced lightly, and the Snow Clan's experts seemed to be buried in the snow. A terrifying void power spread out. As the snowflakes gradually fell, the crowd was shocked to find that a single glance from the giant had scared the Snow Clan's experts into fleeing.
At this moment, everyone realized that killing Lin Feng today was bound to fail. Without the Snow Clan's experts making a move, who could kill Lin Feng? Moreover, now, could they even kill him?
At some point, the people of Guang Han Palace had also activated their artifact. A golden light screen enveloped them, carrying everyone away silently. They left without any hesitation. With an ancient saint present, why stay here?
"Let's go!" Everyone began to retreat. But at that moment, the giant's cold pupils fell on the people of the Wang Jian Clan, sending a terrifying pressure spreading over them.
"Go? You came, and now you want to leave so easily?" The giant's voice carried a hint of coldness and mockery. The void trembled as the crowd saw the giant's foot stomp on the ground. In one step, he crossed ten thousand meters, shooting toward the Wang Jian Clan like a terrifying boulder.
"Flee!" The Wang Jian Clan members erupted with terrifying sharpness, turning into swords that shot into the distance.
But at almost the same time, the giant moved. Primordial power surged wildly, crushing the entire world. Then, a fist punched through the air, and a massive ancient bell pressed down. The terrifying sound of the bell echoed through the void, causing many to spit blood. The whole world resonated with the dreadful sound, while the power to suppress heaven and earth made the swords ahead seem to sink into a quagmire.
"Boom!" The giant stepped again, as if piercing through the void, appearing directly above those people. Then, he stomped down hard. The immense suppressing force seemed to freeze the void, making it rigid. At the same time, a giant cauldron pressed down, its ancient power devouring the momentum of heaven and earth, carrying an incredibly heavy force as it crashed down. The fleeing movements of those people seemed to slow.
"No!" A roar of despair rang out. The giant cauldron pressed down, directly killing those experts, their souls scattering. But one figure still broke free from the terrifying power, turning into a sword that tore through the void and fled into the distance. That was a Saint Emperor-level existence.
Lin Feng didn't bother with that person. He knew he couldn't perfectly control the ancient saint's power. Otherwise, before a saint, even a Saint Emperor was like an ant, with no chance to escape—just like in the past, when the Ten-Absolute Old Immortal of Holy City Province killed a Saint Emperor with a cup of wine.
Another mountain seal, suppressing the world, crashed down. The thunderous sound rolled on, and the Wang Jian Clan members who hadn't escaped were all killed on the spot.
Looking at the others in the void, the distant crowd was shocked to find that everyone had fled, their speed so fast that their eyes couldn't keep up. Such was the might of a saint. Just standing there made all dynasties retreat and ancient saint clans flee, forgetting why they had come.
Of course, the people of the Qin Dynasty were still there, looking up at their ancestral saint. That was their ancestor, the ancient saint Qin Shan.
"Today's matter requires someone to pay the price." A calm voice came from the giant's mouth. But just this soft sound made the hearts of those in the distance tremble. Who would be the one to pay the price?
All the dynasties and ancient saint clans had joined forces to kill Lin Feng, to take his life. Who would be held responsible for this? Who would become the sacrifice?
Lin Feng's opportunity to use the ancient saint's power was extremely rare. Perhaps in a short time, he wouldn't have a second chance like this. Even in the future, he might only have a few such opportunities.
With such a precious opportunity, would he just drive everyone away so simply? If so, what if they came to kill him again?
Since he wanted to go wild, let him make Qi Tian Holy Capital tremble, let them remember this lesson forever.
"Boom!" The giant stepped through the void, making everyone's hearts shudder violently. Where was the saint going?
The experts of the Qin Dynasty stared blankly. They gathered behind Qin Qian and asked, "Holy Emperor, is that really our ancestor?"
"Of course. Otherwise, do you think we could still be standing here unharmed?" Qin Qian had never doubted that this was the ancestor of the Qin Dynasty. It was just that, for some reason, the ancestor was with Lin Feng.
"Whoosh..." Holy Emperor Ling of the Holy Spirit Dynasty took a deep breath, filled with immense shock. That was an ancient saint. He had never dreamed that Lin Feng could borrow the power of a saint.
Only Yan Di remained quite calm, smiling as he said, "Disciple, do you see? This is the kind of person I've trained. He's increasingly taking after my style."
Upon hearing Yan Di's words, Fu Hei's face darkened again, cursing the shameless old man inwardly. When had he ever had such style? That was a saint!
The Holy Emperor's Consort stood there, gazing into the distance. Her uneasy heart finally relaxed a little. But where was Lin Feng?
When her eyes fell on the giant hole, she saw Yan Di and the experts of the Tian Yan Holy Clan guarding there, as if they had been standing there all along, as if they had never left. This made her sigh inwardly. This old man seemed carefree, but he was cunning, with unfathomable schemes. She didn't know what had happened to Lin Feng, but at least beneath that hole, there was probably Lin Feng's secret. Of course, she wouldn't expose it. She just stood there quietly, guarding the place.
In the Tianci Dynasty, chaos reigned. The ground of the dynasty was collapsing and being destroyed. People looked up at the giant in the void, their eyes filled with horror and despair. What was happening? Why had such a powerful giant come to kill in their Tianci Dynasty? No matter how strong the experts were, they had no power to resist, being directly destroyed and killed. And their Holy Emperor hadn't even shown himself.
Finally, as the giant advanced, destroying everything, the Holy Emperor of Tianci led a group of experts into the air, appearing before the giant. At this moment, their faces were pale, as if they had aged many years in an instant.
The ancient saint had chosen his Tianci Dynasty to bear his wrath!
"Senior, what do you want?" the Holy Emperor of Tianci asked. Facing the might of an ancient saint, he didn't think of gathering the dynasty's power to resist. That would be suicide. Just as he dared not touch the Snow Mastiff, before a saint, even a Saint Emperor was an ant.
"The Tianci Dynasty needs a new Holy Emperor." The calm voice came from the giant's mouth, as if stating something very ordinary. But at this moment, countless hearts in the dynasty trembled violently. With one sentence, it seemed to decide the fate of a dynasty, the fate of a Holy Emperor. The Holy Emperor was to fall, and someone else would take his place!