Chapter 2412: Saint
The sudden, iron-blooded slaughter stunned everyone. The crowd took a deep breath, their gazes fixed on the sky above the martial arts arena. There, three figures hovered in the air. The leader was a powerful being with black wings, his eyes as sharp as a blade, like a great roc, his entire being exuding a monstrous aura.
"This is a demon emperor, a Dapeng Demon Emperor, skilled in the power of wind and death. That speed just now was terrifying—killing the referee in an instant." The crowd's hearts trembled. This great roc was at the Heavenly Emperor level, extremely formidable.
"They appeared from the direction of the Heavenly Terrace. Since when did the Heavenly Terrace become so bold, openly defying the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty? Isn't this madness?" Many people turned their gazes toward the Heavenly Terrace. In the Holy City Central Continent, there were quite a few who recognized Lin Feng. When they saw him sitting between Mu Chen and Yu Huang, their expressions froze for a moment. With so many people here earlier, no one had paid attention to the Heavenly Terrace's direction, so they hadn't noticed Lin Feng. But now, their hearts stirred slightly.
"He's back. No wonder." The crowd murmured inwardly. Years ago, when Lin Feng left the Holy City Central Continent, he had already annihilated several ancient saint clans. Was there anything he wouldn't dare to do? Killing the referee of the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty was only to be expected. The crowd knew that Lin Feng also had ancient saints backing him.
"Lin Feng has returned. This makes the situation even more interesting. The Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty, the Canaan Sacred Dynasty, and now Lin Feng—a three-way stalemate?" The crowd speculated. Lin Feng had ancient saints behind him, and on the surface, he had the support of the War King Academy and the Heavenly Terrace. His power was by no means weak.
"Lin Feng." At that moment, from the direction of the Canaan Sacred Dynasty, a monk looked at Lin Feng with a hint of a smile. Lin Feng recognized this monk. During the Imperial List Inquisition back in the day, this man had been exceptionally dazzling—a battle monk of the Canaan Buddhist Clan. Decades had passed, and his cultivation had soared. He had now stepped into the Saint Emperor realm, becoming a prominent figure, growing at an astonishing pace.
"Brother Lin Feng, they're all staring at you." Ling'er whispered softly in Lin Feng's arms, causing a faint smile to appear on his face. Though he no longer displayed his sharpness on the battle platform, he still drew attention. But such trivial matters could not stir his state of mind.
From the direction of the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty, a group of figures soared into the air, their killing intent surging as they madly charged toward the sky above the martial arts arena.
"Disrupting this grand ceremony means death without mercy. Whoever causes trouble, dies." A cold shout rang out, sweeping across the heavens and earth. Today, the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty was holding this grand ceremony to establish its authority. How could they allow anyone to defile their dignity?
"The Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty holds this grand ceremony yet suppresses dissent. The referee acted lawlessly. Since this is a grand ceremony, how can fairness be ignored? From this moment on, this grand ceremony will be taken over by the Heavenly Terrace. The Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty is out." At this moment, a figure beside Lin Feng spoke slowly. As his words fell, the space fell into utter silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
"Furthermore, the battle between Shi Xuan and Wolf Smoke has not yet concluded. They shall settle it once and for all—a life-and-death battle. No one shall interfere again." That person spoke again slowly, as if the Heavenly Terrace had already taken over the grand ceremony and kicked the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty out.
At the same time, the three figures instantly surrounded the martial arts arena from three directions. Instead of killing Shi Xuan directly, they enclosed Shi Xuan and Wolf Smoke within, allowing them to continue their unfinished battle.
The Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty wanted to control this grand ceremony, but the Heavenly Terrace directly declared they would take it over. Who was tougher?
Shi Xuan's face instantly turned ashen. He hadn't expected to lose to Wolf Smoke, nor had he expected the Heavenly Terrace to be so bold as to confront the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty so aggressively.
At this moment, on the viewing platform of the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty, a figure stood up. Instantly, many figures around him rose as well, their gazes calm as they swept forward. Within their calm eyes, however, lay a hint of icy coldness. Someone was being so audacious.
"Elder, this man is named Lin Feng, a genius of the War King Academy. He has a saint backing him. He once destroyed several ancient saint clans and has a very strong faction." Someone transmitted a message to the middle-aged man standing at the center of the crowd. The man's brows twitched slightly, his cold gaze intensifying. He said calmly, "Anyone who disrupts this grand ceremony will be killed without mercy."
"As you command." Figures stepped forward in unison, their auras all terrifyingly powerful—all mighty beings at the Heavenly Emperor level.
At the same time, a hurricane of death raged across the martial arts arena. From behind the Heavenly Terrace, a group of figures charged out directly. In that instant, the vast martial arts arena fell into a deathly silence. The oppressive atmosphere made even the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty's experts halt their steps.
"Hmm?" The elder frowned. It seemed the other side was determined to clash with them today.
"Just say it directly—how do you want to resolve this matter?" The middle-aged man's gaze pierced through the void, landing directly on Lin Feng.
"Have your saint come out and speak with me. You are not qualified." Lin Feng said indifferently, causing the middle-aged man's expression to stiffen. Have a saint come out and speak with him?
What an arrogant fellow. Many were shocked. Could it be that Lin Feng now possessed the strength of the saint realm?
But they immediately dismissed that thought. Though they couldn't see through Lin Feng's cultivation, he must have practiced some concealment technique. In just a few decades, a genius might reach the Saint Emperor realm, or even the peak of Saint Emperor, but a saint was absolutely impossible. Transcending the mundane to become a saint—in past eras, the entire Qing Xiao Continent couldn't even find a trace of a saint. No one knew where they cultivated; they were probably all old monsters living in seclusion. How old was Lin Feng? A few decades? How could he possibly have reached the saint realm?
Lin Feng's reliance must be on the saint-level experts behind him and the forces he controlled. After all, many had heard that after Lin Feng achieved first place in the Nine Heavens, he became a disciple of the Fate Temple. He certainly had the right to be proud, demanding that a saint come and speak with him.
The elder's expression turned cold. Lin Feng couldn't even be bothered to speak with him. He was not qualified.
"Even if you are a disciple of the Fate Temple, you are not qualified to speak with a saint. Besides, you, this so-called genius, might fall at any moment." The elder sneered, causing Lin Feng's expression to pause. It seemed the other side knew quite a bit.
"A disciple of the Fate Temple? He's Lin Feng." Shi Xuan's expression froze. No wonder he felt Lin Feng looked somewhat familiar. So that was it. It was Lin Feng. But why did Lin Feng seem so ordinary, sitting there without attracting much attention—no aura, no sharpness, none of the proud, heaven-defying spirit of his statue? He was completely different.
"You only just realized he's Uncle-Master Lin Feng? Shi Xuan, I just received guidance from Uncle-Master, which allowed me to break through in my Dao. Uncle-Master is a peerless genius, first in the Nine Heavens, a disciple of the Fate Temple. You will never achieve such heights, and you can't imagine how powerful Uncle-Master is now." Wolf Smoke said coldly. Having received Lin Feng's guidance, he could vaguely sense how terrifying Lin Feng was. That artistic conception, even now, he couldn't grasp even a ten-millionth of it. He felt that Lin Feng could kill any powerful being with just a thin bamboo stick.
Shi Xuan's face was stiff. Of course, he knew Lin Feng. Lin Feng had forged too many legends in the Holy City Central Continent. In just a few years, he had become the most dazzling figure in this heavenly main city. Now, he had returned. And Wolf Smoke, his former defeated opponent, had defeated him after receiving Lin Feng's guidance—just a brief, momentary guidance.
"Continue the battle." Lin Feng said indifferently, not bothering to argue with the other side. His people had completely occupied the martial arts arena. Wolf Smoke's powerful aura burst forth.
The Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty elder's face was ashen. Lin Feng had ignored him.
"Shi Xuan, you betrayed the Heavenly Terrace. Today, I will surely kill you." Wolf Smoke's speed surged, and a terrifying gravity Dao fell upon Shi Xuan. Shi Xuan's eyes sharpened. Another sword—a sword of light and darkness, slashing down like a line between heaven and earth. The power of this sword was absolutely terrifying.
"Slow." Wolf Smoke closed his eyes, once again comprehending the artistic conception he had grasped. With the previous battle behind him, his confidence was now even stronger. As long as he held onto the feeling Uncle-Master Lin Feng had given him, he could defeat and kill his opponent.
The entire space seemed to slow down. This was a Dao, an intent, a feeling.
Even a fragile bamboo, when it reached its extreme speed, could be unstoppable. Wolf Smoke launched his attack, carrying a hint of the power that had struck him in his dream. His finger was sharper than the opponent's sword.
Crackling sounds rang out. The sword light Shi Xuan had slashed out actually dissipated under that finger.
"Impossible." Shi Xuan couldn't believe it. How could Wolf Smoke's attack—so plain, so unadorned—be so powerful?
"Pfft..." The finger light directly pierced through Shi Xuan's brow. Wolf Smoke lunged forward, slapping Shi Xuan's head with his palm. "Die!"
"Why?" The last thought flashed through Shi Xuan's mind. He was the number one genius of the Martial Emperor realm, first on the Imperial List. Today, the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty was holding this grand ceremony, and it was supposed to be his day to shine. Why had it become his doomsday?
Shi Xuan, the disciple of a saint, was killed.
"This time, the Heavenly Terrace might have gone too far. The dignity of a saint cannot be defiled." The crowd murmured inwardly. At this moment, in the void, a powerful saintly might spread out, enveloping everyone, causing their hearts to tremble. Was a saint about to appear?
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the void. This person was casually draped in a white robe, looking very ordinary. However, everyone from the Heavenly Martial Imperial Dynasty rose to greet him, their eyes filled with respect. Clearly, this was an ancient saint!
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