Chapter 228: Purple Extreme Void Kill
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“What a formidable, what a powerful young man.”
At this moment, the crowd could no longer use shock to describe the turmoil in their hearts. Lin Feng, how old was he?
He was about the same age as Zi Qiong, perhaps even younger, yet with one sword strike, he killed the Golden Rain Swordsman Lin Haojie; with another, he slaughtered the Zi Mansion crowd; and with yet another, he forced back the peak Spirit Martial Realm powerhouse Zi Ying and obliterated Zi Qiong.
Prodigy—only this word suited Lin Feng. What was the Zi Mansion? A place that dominated ten thousand miles around. Zi Ying was the head of the Zi Mansion.
And Lin Feng, barely past his youth, dared to wield his sword and slaughter within the Zi Mansion, looking down on everything, killing anyone who stood in his way.
As for Zi Yi and Zi Ling, their feelings could only be described with one word: dreamlike!
The waste they had considered was not only far more talented than a genius like Lin Haojie, but he could even fight Zi Ying, forcing him back with a single sword strike.
Duan Xinye watched Lin Feng’s back, her smile growing brighter and brighter. She knew how persistent and strong-willed Lin Feng was. That day, for her sake, Lin Feng had chased down eight powerful experts alone.
Eight people, none weaker than Lin Feng, the weakest being at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm. Yet Lin Feng, with his tenacity and fearless resolve, killed gods when gods stood in his way, until only one escaped alive.
Lin Feng was willing to risk his life for her, and she could draw her sword and slit her own throat for him. In this life, she wished to stay by his side.
“Ah…”
A miserable roar jolted the crowd awake. Zi Ying stared blankly at the corpse lying on the ground—his only son, the sole heir he had spent over a decade meticulously grooming. Today was supposed to be his joyous day, the day he entered the forbidden ground and became a true man of the Zi Mansion. But now, he lay motionless on the ground.
“I want you dead.”
Zi Ying’s voice was venomous, his gaze fixed on Lin Feng. Behind him, the power of his martial soul roared wildly, as if a phantom figure had appeared at his back.
The sword in Lin Feng’s hand dripped with blood. As he looked at the roaring Zi Ying, his eyes were equally filled with killing intent.
“I want you dead too.”
Taking a step forward, Lin Feng strode toward Zi Ying.
“Rumble!”
A purple spiral fist roared forth from Zi Ying’s body, and the phantom of his martial soul moved as well. Endless purple light churned, and the purple fist surged wildly, crashing toward Lin Feng.
The roaring purple fist transformed into a howling figure, just like the phantom behind Zi Ying. Surging purple clouds rolled toward Lin Feng, as if trying to drown him in that furious purple shadow.
“Kill!”
Lin Feng swung his sword, cleaving the roaring purple giant in two. Yet the purple clouds continued to surge forward, and the split purple clouds converged again, still taking human form.
“Kill, kill, kill—die for me!”
Zi Ying’s roar erupted once more. The purple giant’s illusory hands began to move, unleashing another barrage of fierce purple fists. The giant’s massive pupils carried human emotions: hatred, coldness, murderous intent—these should have been the expressions in Zi Ying’s eyes.
“What kind of technique is this?”
The crowd’s hearts trembled at the sight. The attack had transformed into a purple giant, and this giant could continue attacking, as if possessed by Zi Ying.
“Purple Extreme Void Kill!”
Some experts from the Zi Mansion’s branch lines trembled. This was the Zi Mansion’s ultimate technique, the Purple Extreme Void Kill, a secret art that only those with the direct bloodline of the Zi Mansion could execute.
Purple Extreme—the extremity of purple. The attack’s purple qi materialized. At this moment, the purple giant was essentially controlled by Zi Ying—an unkillable Zi Ying.
Void Kill—killing from a distance. The purple giant was indestructible, immune to attacks, and could launch secondary strikes, making it impossible to defend against and extremely formidable.
“What a peculiar martial soul and martial skill.”
Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed. His earlier sword strike had failed to completely dispel the purple giant, wasting time. Now, the rolling purple clouds carried destructive power and descended upon him.
The destructive force within these purple clouds was immense, enough to annihilate anyone.
Lin Feng’s gaze became empty and profound. Though he stood there, it was as if he didn’t exist—united with heaven and man, merging with the world’s qi.
“Die!”
The purple phantom’s mouth opened, spitting out a cold word. The destructive force directly engulfed Lin Feng, swallowing him whole.
The crowd’s hearts jolted violently, their eyes fixed on the mass of purple clouds. Had Lin Feng been devoured?
“No, Lin Feng is over there!”
In the silent space, someone cried out in surprise. Beside Duan Xinye, a white-clad figure stood quietly—who else could it be but Lin Feng?
Just now, everyone’s attention had been riveted on the purple clouds and Lin Feng, so much so that they hadn’t noticed him on the corridor.
“So fast—how did he get over there?”
The crowd silently questioned. Lin Feng had vanished as if out of thin air, leaving them unaware.
“If I hadn’t reached the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, this strike would have severely wounded me. What a peculiar martial soul. Indeed, I can never let my guard down.”
Lin Feng looked at the roaring purple giant. Its massive face had transformed into Zi Ying’s face, hideous and terrifying, while Zi Ying stood behind, motionless. The phantom of his martial soul behind him had vanished—it was now that mass of purple clouds.
“Roar!”
The purple giant bellowed and charged at Lin Feng. Lin Feng stood still, sensing the giant’s aura, then a faint, indifferent smile appeared on his face.
Taking Duan Xinye’s hand, Lin Feng retreated.
The purple giant lunged forward, and he retreated again, letting the giant roar in fury.
“Roar!”
The purple giant let out a maddened howl, followed by a muffled grunt. Then the crowd saw the purple giant slowly disintegrate, the purple clouds dissipating without a trace.
“Gone?”
The crowd’s eyes narrowed, turning to Zi Ying. The phantom of his martial soul had returned behind him, but it appeared weak and diminished.
“With your current strength, you can’t even fully unleash your martial soul’s power.”
Lin Feng sneered. In the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, his senses were incredibly sharp. When the purple giant charged, he could clearly feel the destructive force weakening. Zi Ying’s control over the purple clouds diminished with distance. So Lin Feng chose to retreat.
As expected, without him lifting a finger, the purple clouds dissipated on their own. Zi Ying had tried to use all his strength for a killing blow, but he had failed.
“Now, is it my turn?”
Lin Feng took a step forward, releasing his killing intent. A suffocating aura spread, and Lin Feng’s sword reflected a cold, icy light.
Zi Ying’s face turned ashen. Having failed to kill Lin Feng with his full-powered strike, he would never have another chance. With his qi severely depleted, he would be lucky not to be killed by Lin Feng. His expression was twisted and terrifying.
“It’s not your turn. You’ll never have the chance.”
At that moment, a dignified, furious voice descended from the heavens, like rolling thunder, trembling in the eardrums of the crowd.
Zi Ying’s entire body shook violently, a brilliant light flashing in his eyes. The strongest of the Zi Mansion had arrived.
The crowd and Lin Feng looked up toward the palace. At its peak, a dignified figure stood, gazing from afar at the corpses of the Zi Mansion crowd. The killing intent in his eyes was overwhelmingly dense.
“Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse!”
The crowd’s hearts trembled. Rumors had long circulated that the strongest of the Zi Mansion was not the current head, Zi Ying, but an old monster—a powerful existence at the Mysterious Martial Realm. It seemed the rumors were true.
This old monster of the Mysterious Martial Realm had appeared, forced out by Lin Feng.
If he hadn’t come, Lin Feng would have trampled the Zi Mansion flat, and even Zi Ying, the head of the Zi Mansion, wouldn’t have been able to save his life.
A young man pushing the mighty Zi Mansion to such a state was something the crowd could never have dreamed of. Yet sometimes, reality was more fantastical than a dream.
This white-clad, handsome young man, wielding a three-foot azure sword, had appeared at the Zi Mansion to save his beloved, slaughtering all around in his fury.
Only he was worthy of Duan Xinye’s beauty and temperament. Zi Qiong was not worthy—he was far inferior to Lin Feng, killed with a single sword strike. They simply couldn’t be compared.
The Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse stepped through the void, landing directly on the corridor beside Zi Ying. Looking at the bodies strewn across the ground, his robes fluttered without wind.
“Good, good, good!”
Perhaps driven to extreme anger, the Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse said “good” three times in a row. When he raised his head to look at Lin Feng, his killing intent was icy cold!
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