# Chapter 2370: Seizing the Sword
Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the figure in the void, his expression quite shaken. The strength of the Weapon Forger was terrifyingly powerful. Wuming was already on the same level as Gu Zhu, clearly a very formidable Great Accomplishment Saint King. Yet he couldn't even withstand a single blow from the Weapon Forger. This was a qualitative gap—the two were simply not on the same level.
"Gu Zhu could easily frighten away the Great Accomplishment Saint King of the Flame Temple, and the Weapon Forger could kill Wuming, who was on the same level as Gu Zhu. Both are Great Accomplishment Saint Kings, but the difference in strength can be enormous," Lin Feng murmured to himself. He realized that the higher the realm, the more pronounced the gap between those at the same level became. This gap depended on individual talent, the time spent immersed in a realm, and one's comprehension of the Heavenly Dao.
Because Saint King figures were inherently aligned with the Heavenly Dao, transcending their own paths. The Weapon Forger was an old monster who had lived for countless years. Others only thought he possessed extraordinary skill in artifact forging, but no one expected his combat strength to be so heart-shaking as well.
In the silent void, the people from the Divine Palaces still had lingering fear. They silently cursed the Weapon Forger for meddling, but his strength was undeniable. Moreover, as the chief disciple of the Divine Artificer, he was not someone to be trifled with. Even the Divine Palaces were unwilling to offend the Divine Artificer. In the Nine Heavens Celestial Court, the Divine Artificer's influence was extremely formidable.
"This matter concerns our Divine Palace. Why must you, Weapon Forger, interfere?" At this moment, a voice spoke indifferently, drawing the crowd's attention. They looked over and saw it was a strong expert from the Flame Temple.
"Here, you are not allowed to run wild!" the Weapon Forger shouted coldly.
"In that case, we'll take our leave," the man spoke again. But at that instant, from another direction, a cry of surprise rang out.
"Zhetian!" Lin Feng suddenly turned his gaze. A massive flame hand had directly enveloped Zhetian's body, catching him completely off guard.
"Qionglin!" Lin Feng's expression turned icy. It was Qionglin, the Great Accomplishment Saint King of the Flame Temple. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he had suddenly struck at Zhetian, who was only at the Heavenly Emperor Realm. The gap between them was too vast. Qionglin could kill Zhetian with a single thought; capturing him was far too simple for him.
"Shameless!" the Void Forger exclaimed, his expression changing drastically as he witnessed this scene unfold right beside him. His demeanor turned extremely cold.
"Flame Temple, what fine conduct," Gu Zhu also shouted sternly.
"Don't worry, I won't kill him," Qionglin said calmly. "I, Qionglin, am a member of the Flame Temple. How could I trouble a junior? It's just that today the Weapon Forger was too overbearing, obstructing my Divine Palace's affairs. My Divine Palace is unwilling to become enemies with the Divine Artificer, so I had to borrow this young man for a while. My Flame Temple naturally won't make things difficult for him. We'll take him to Tianyan City and take good care of him. Lin Feng, if you want to see him, just come to Tianyan City."
"Everyone, my Flame Temple takes its leave." The flame hand suddenly brought Zhetian to his side. Then Qionglin's figure flickered and he fled into the distance.
"Where do you think you're going!" the Weapon Forger shouted coldly. A terrifying aura surged forward like rolling waves. But at that moment, the void suddenly erupted with dreadful flames. In the next instant, Qionglin's figure seemed to vanish completely. The Weapon Forger's expression froze. "Array Talisman!"
Lin Feng watched Zhetian's figure disappear from his sight, his expression turning extremely ugly. The Flame Temple was utterly shameless.
Tianyan City was the main city of the Flame Temple. That was the Flame Temple's territory. If he went there, he probably wouldn't be able to leave. And since the Flame Temple had taken Zhetian, if he didn't go, they would likely keep Zhetian imprisoned forever.
"Farewell!" The Divine Palace members flickered and retreated one after another. In the blink of an eye, many people had left the area. The Divine Palaces had achieved their goal, so they all departed.
"Crack!" Lin Feng's fists clenched tightly. The Divine Palaces had been pursuing him, and now they were even targeting his family. They used such despicable methods, capturing Zhetian just to kill him.
"The lofty Divine Palaces!" A terrifying killing intent surged in Lin Feng's eyes. A dreadful murderous aura also emanated from his body. This was the Divine Palaces, standing at the peak of the Nine Heavens. They had always been high and mighty, stopping at nothing to achieve their goals.
"Lin Feng!" Gu Zhu came to Lin Feng's side and said, "Don't worry too much. The Flame Temple's target is you. They won't do anything to Zhetian. They're just using him to threaten you."
"I know," Lin Feng uttered a single word, his gaze still cold as he stared into the distance. The Flame Temple had completely crossed his bottom line.
"Since the Divine Palaces have already torn off all pretense with me and are determined to kill me no matter what, then from now on, every time I see a member of these Divine Palaces, I will kill one." A terrifying killing intent surged from Lin Feng's body. Gu Zhu's expression froze. He had no doubt about the killing intent and determination in Lin Feng. The Flame Temple's actions had thoroughly enraged him.
"For the Flame Temple to resort to such despicable means and still speak so sanctimoniously is too outrageous. This matter absolutely cannot be let go lightly." Tian Ruojian's gaze was cold, his eyes like swords shooting into the distance. He was a lone cultivator, a disciple of Old Man Jiaye, with no attachments. What did he have to fear? When he wanted to kill Wuming, he hadn't held back at all and had almost succeeded. He didn't care. At his level, as a Great Accomplishment Saint King, there were very few things that could concern him.
But today, the Divine Palaces had gone too far.
"Tianyan City is the Flame Temple's main city. If they're there, there's nothing we can do," Lin Feng said, though furious, he remained very calm. For the Flame Temple, Tianyan City was like Fate City was for the Fate Temple. The Flame Temple's experts could arrive at any moment. If they wanted to rescue someone, the only way would be for Lin Feng to exchange himself.
"Unless I die, they won't release him," Lin Feng seemed to mutter to himself.
"This is indeed troublesome. They've placed the location in Tianyan City, completely seizing the initiative," Tian Ruojian said with a frown.
"The Fate Temple won't sit idly by regarding this matter." At this moment, the Prophet looked up into the distance. He had been silent all this time, appearing calm on the surface, but inwardly he was extremely furious. The Flame Temple had gone too far this time.
"The Flame Temple has captured the family member of a Fate Temple disciple. This has already crossed the Fate Temple's bottom line. Lin Feng, I will go to the Fate Temple right now. Wait for my news," the Prophet said to Lin Feng. Lin Feng nodded. "I appreciate the trouble."
"We'll go first." The Prophet stepped away and left. This matter was no longer just about Lin Feng; it concerned the relations between the Divine Palaces.
"For countless years, the Divine Palaces have lived too comfortably. The peace of the outside world and the unshakable status of the Divine Palaces have made them forget some things. Perhaps war is needed to make them pick those things up again. The Nine Heavens Celestial Court truly seems to need a period of upheaval."
Above the void, the Weapon Forger's phantom floated there, as if sighing inwardly for the Divine Palaces. Perhaps the Nine Heavens Celestial Court had been too peaceful.
"Let's return to the Ancient Realm Clan," Gu Zhu said to Lin Feng.
"I'll go with you," Tian Ruojian spoke up. Gu Zhu nodded. "That would be even better."
"If there's news, let me know," the Void Forger said. Lin Feng looked at them, a grateful expression on his face.
"Let's go!" Suddenly, Lin Feng and the others soared into the air, rushing into the distance. They planned to go to the Ancient Realm Clan first and then discuss countermeasures. After all, their opponents were the Divine Palaces; they absolutely could not act rashly.
In the void, several figures hurried along. But at this moment, Gu Zhu and Tian Ruojian exchanged glances, then stopped. "Who's been hiding and sneaking around all this time? Come out!"
As their words fell, a gust of wind swept by. Dazzling golden light appeared before their eyes. Then, a sharp figure draped in a golden long robe stared at them. His eyes were exceptionally cold and sharp, locked onto Lin Feng.
"Tai Yao Realm, Peng Clan, Zongqian." Tian Ruojian stared at the opponent, his eyes equally sharp, like a sharp sword, as if trying to see through him.
"I want that sword." Zongqian wasn't staring at Lin Feng; he was staring at the sword behind Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's expression froze. The Peng Clan of the Tai Yao Realm had always wanted the Weapon Forger to forge a sword for them, but the Weapon Forger had refused. However, it seemed the Peng Clan hadn't given up. This Zongqian had intercepted them halfway, wanting to seize the sword the Weapon Forger had forged for Lin Feng.
"This sword isn't suitable for you," Lin Feng said.
"Whether it's suitable or not is none of your concern. Just give me the sword." Zongqian's voice was harsh and overbearing, as if whatever he wanted, he had to obtain.
"Zongqian, don't go too far. This is the sword the Weapon Forger forged for Lin Feng. How could it be given to you?" Tian Ruojian said coldly.
"So what? The Weapon Forger doesn't know what's good for him and refused to cooperate, so I'll just have to seize the sword," Zongqian said coldly. Demonic beasts were always so direct and domineering, especially this Zongqian. His true form was the Golden-Winged Great Roc, the king of the Peng Clan, flowing with noble Roc King blood.
"Shut up!" Tian Ruojian's voice was icy. Sword might radiated from him, extremely sharp. But at the same time, a long cry rang out. Golden light blazed as Zongqian transformed into a Golden-Winged Great Roc. Moreover, he manifested three enormous Golden-Winged Great Roc figures, all three with extremely cold gazes.
"The Peng Clan's incarnation technique." Tian Ruojian's expression froze. This Zongqian, whose true form was the Golden-Winged Great Roc, was a formidable enemy.