Chapter 227: A Fury, For a Beauty
Unity of Heaven and Man is a realm that many martial cultivators spend their entire lives unable to reach. Even powerful cultivators at the Mysterious Martial Realm need both comprehension and opportunity to achieve it.
Heaven and man unite; man can borrow the power of heaven and earth. Every move and action seems to align with the grand momentum of the world.
When Lin Feng swung this sword, a broad, curved arc of light appeared in the space. The crowd charging toward him was all caught within this radiance. Sharp, sword-like ripples spread outward toward the surrounding people.
"Pfft!" A soft sound broke the silence of the space, followed by an unending series of noises. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the people rushing at Lin Feng fell one by one, all without any sign of life.
One sword strike. Total annihilation. Not a single survivor.
The hearts of the crowd trembled violently. Dozens of Purple Mansion experts had been killed by Lin Feng with a single sword strike. This was what it meant to be a sword cultivator. In front of Lin Feng, Lin Haojie truly did not deserve to wield a sword.
The Golden Rain Swordsman's flashy golden rain of swords was nothing but a cheap trick before this strike. Lin Feng's sword was the true sword—sharp, a sword that kills.
Zi Ying and Zi Qiong's gazes froze in place. Watching the white-robed youth standing with his sword, they felt a chill in their hearts.
So strong. Zi Qiong was certain that if he fought Lin Feng, he would die without a doubt. There would be no suspense. He would be just like Lin Haojie, unable to withstand a single sword strike from Lin Feng.
Turning their eyes, Zi Qiong and Zi Xia both looked at their father, Zi Ying. Only Zi Ying could kill Lin Feng now.
Not just the two of them; the gazes of the crowd under the long corridor also fell on Zi Ying. The master of the Purple Mansion could not allow Lin Feng to be so reckless.
"Your martial skill is not bad," Zi Ying said coldly, staring at Lin Feng. He was at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, and the next step was the powerful Mysterious Martial Realm.
He could clearly sense that the cultivation level reflected in Lin Feng's sword strike was not very high. It must be the sword technique that was strong. In other words, Lin Feng had cultivated a very powerful sword martial skill.
"Martial skill?" A hint of mockery appeared on Lin Feng's face. He had not used any martial skill at all. He had simply swung his sword casually, following his heart—the sword united with the man, and the man united with heaven.
This sword was a sword of realm.
"You don't understand," Lin Feng said indifferently. Zi Ying's realm was insufficient. He could not know what Unity of Heaven and Man was. Realm could only be clearly understood by those who had achieved it.
For example, Lin Feng, even without using his martial soul, could close his eyes and know every movement in the surrounding area with perfect clarity. Zi Ying could not do this. He could only sense things vaguely. Even if he knew others could do it, Zi Ying could not comprehend it. Without experiencing it, he naturally could not understand.
"You don't understand." These three words came naturally from Lin Feng's mouth, but they made Zi Ying feel extremely uncomfortable.
A junior, speaking to him in such a tone in front of the crowd, telling him "you don't understand," as if he, the helm of the Purple Mansion, were utterly ignorant.
"I don't understand?" Zi Ying sneered. "A junior, so arrogant and looking down on everyone. Today, you break into my Purple Mansion to cause trouble, kill my people, and bully my mansion as if it has no one. I will not kill you."
"I will cripple your cultivation and make you suffer the pain of flaying every day, wishing you were dead."
Zi Ying's voice was icy cold. Hearing his words, the crowd felt a chill sweep over them. Very cold.
Lin Feng looked at Zi Ying, his eyes flickering slightly. Then a faint smile appeared on Lin Feng's face—a mocking smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Zi Ying's face darkened as he said coldly.
"You're afraid of me," Lin Feng said calmly, causing Zi Ying's expression to stiffen. Then he laughed, "Afraid of you? I, Zi Ying, am the master of the Purple Mansion, a peak Ninth Layer Spirit Martial Realm cultivator. Why would I be afraid of a junior like you?"
"You're afraid of me," Lin Feng repeated, his voice still calm. "I broke into the Purple Mansion, ruined your son's wedding, killed your daughter's future husband, and slaughtered your people. The enmity between me and the Purple Mansion is irreconcilable. There is nothing to discuss. If you weren't afraid of me, you would have attacked long ago. You can't be sure if you can defeat me, so you try to intimidate me with words and probe me with your voice. You want to know the details of my cultivation, and at the same time, you're stalling for time."
Zi Ying's gaze froze at Lin Feng's words. That was right. He was wary of Lin Feng. That sword strike just now was something he couldn't see through.
The unknown was the most terrifying thing, the thing that made people feel fear. Zi Ying couldn't determine how strong Lin Feng was. Otherwise, given what Lin Feng had done, why would he waste words with Lin Feng? He would have acted personally the moment his people were killed and captured Lin Feng.
Lin Feng had hit the nail on the head.
"No matter who you're waiting for, I will kill you today."
Taking a step forward, Lin Feng advanced with his sword. His figure seemed slow, but when the sword light flashed, the crowd found that Lin Feng had already reached Zi Ying in an instant. They had the illusion that Lin Feng had not even covered that distance.
"Boom!"
A purple shadow shot up into the sky. Zi Ying's entire body was surrounded by a layer of purple light. Behind him, his martial soul appeared—a purple martial soul, strange and mysterious.
Facing Lin Feng, Zi Ying had actually released his martial soul at the first moment. This undoubtedly confirmed Lin Feng's words. Zi Ying was afraid of Lin Feng. Because of his wariness, he dared not be careless in the slightest. As soon as the battle began, he released his martial soul.
"Slash!"
With a soft utterance, Lin Feng's sword came down from the sky.
"Purple Fist!"
Zi Ying roared, and the martial soul behind him surged and roared, turning into a shadow.
Endless purple qi instantly wrapped around Zi Ying's body. The purple energy spiraled, roaring and rolling in Zi Ying's hands, covering his arms.
Finally, countless purple fist shadows blasted out. In just an instant, no one knew how many fist shadows had shot out from Zi Ying's fists.
"Chi, chi..."
The sword cut through the purple fist shadows, making a solid sound. Lin Feng's sword was constantly struck by the fist shadows, causing a fierce force to continuously impact his arm.
This Purple Fist was a Xuan-level high-grade martial skill, and it complemented the martial soul of the Purple Mansion's direct descendants, allowing it to unleash the power of an Earth-level martial skill. It was very strong.
Especially when used by Zi Ying, a Ninth Layer Spirit Martial Realm cultivator, its momentum was even more overwhelming. If this fist struck a mountain, it would be enough to blast a huge hole in it.
Lin Feng's sword gradually slowed down, as if it could no longer press forward. His arm grew heavier and heavier, but Lin Feng's calm eyes still held unparalleled determination and persistence.
The sword is sharp. It cuts through everything and destroys everything.
A swordsman must have the persistence to break through everything. No matter how strong the opponent, I will cut them down with a single sword strike and break through. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not speak of retreat.
"Slash!"
With a furious shout, a sharp intent emanated from Lin Feng's body—the sharpness to cut through everything.
Lin Feng's sword poured down, and the purple fist shadows were annihilated within the sword light.
"Retreat!"
Zi Ying's face changed drastically. Lin Feng's sword was still coming down, about to split him in two. Without any hesitation, his body frantically retreated.
But the next moment, Zi Ying's face turned deathly pale. As he retreated, he saw Lin Feng's sword twist slightly and slash toward Zi Qiong, who had not yet had time to retreat.
Even he could not block Lin Feng's sword. How could Zi Qiong possibly receive this strike?
"How dare you?" Zi Ying roared, looking like a madman.
"Die!"
Lin Feng coldly spat out a single word. How dare he? What did Lin Feng not dare to do?
If he had not happened to be brought onto the carriage by Zi Ling and learned that Zi Qiong might have captured Duan Xinye, then the one who would have died today would not have been Zi Qiong. Instead, Duan Xinye would have perished.
If that had happened, Lin Feng would have regretted it for the rest of his life.
Seeing the unstoppable sword coming at him, Zi Qiong's face twisted wildly, revealing despair. Was he, Zi Qiong, about to die? On his wedding day, just as he was about to enter the forbidden ground, to be killed by someone?
"Chi!"
A soft sound, and Zi Qiong had no more thoughts. His eyes were still wide open, filled with fear and despair. He had never imagined he would have a day like this.
Watching Zi Qiong's body slowly fall, the crowd exhaled, feeling their hearts pounding violently and their breathing rapid.
The young master of the Purple Mansion was dead?
Lin Feng said nothing. He killed without a word. With a swing of his sword, he cut down everything. Everyone from the Purple Mansion was to die. They all deserved to be killed.
A fury, for a beauty.