Chapter 305: The Person in the Coffin
Dead. Binghe Teng himself had never imagined that he would die in Tianluo Ancient City, and not because of competing with other strong practitioners for treasures, but simply because Lin Feng had set a trap to capture and kill him.
Four strong practitioners attacked simultaneously. Even though Binghe Teng was powerful, he was still easily obliterated. This battle had no suspense from the start.
Lin Feng looked at Binghe Teng's corpse, searched him briefly, and directly took the Storage Ring into his own storage space. This dignified Great Elder of the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa should have some wealth, right? Adding the Storage Rings of many Mysterious Martial Realm strong practitioners that Ba Dao had handed over to him earlier, Lin Feng was now quite well-off.
"Let's go." With a flicker of his body, Lin Feng headed back toward the city gate of Tianluo Ancient City and returned to his original spot in no time.
Lin Feng leaped up, leaning alone against the towering city wall, his back resting against a stone pillar. His eyes closed slightly, his entire being seemed shrouded in the darkness.
In his mind, figures appeared silently, one after another, without a sound, but none escaped Lin Feng's perception. Unity of Heaven and Man — as long as the other party couldn't completely conceal their form and aura, he could detect them, leaving nowhere to hide.
Many strong practitioners had arrived one after another, all lurking in the shadows, not revealing themselves.
A hint of fish-belly white appeared on the eastern horizon. The light of dawn began to break through the silent darkness, and the air was slightly damp.
Just then, Lin Feng's furrowed brow twitched. A chilling, sinister aura emerged, making his entire body shiver. So cold.
One by one, black coffins appeared silently, gliding through the air — silent, terrifying, all exuding a gloomy aura.
These coffins were actually flying on their own at low altitude, making anyone who saw them feel cold, bone-chillingly cold.
"Thirteen coffins!" Many people at the city gate of Tianluo Ancient City saw these coffins, their eyes trembling. Did these thirteen coffins represent thirteen strong practitioners?
Behind these thirteen coffins, figures flickered as they followed the coffins' movement. These people were all powerful, belonging to various major forces. Since the strong practitioners in these coffins had obtained the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron, they naturally wouldn't let them slip away — they had to stop them.
Outside the ancient city, on the yellow sand ground, many figures also appeared, standing there coldly. These people were also strong practitioners, blocking the coffins' retreat.
Among the coffins gliding through the air, the one on the very edge came directly toward Lin Feng. As it drew closer, Lin Feng could more clearly feel the sinister cold aura emanating from it — an extremely terrifying cold aura.
He didn't know what kind of person it was, or what sinister technique they cultivated.
"Swish, swish..."
The coffin lid silently opened, and two black chains shot out from inside, heading straight for Lin Feng at incredible speed.
Lin Feng's eyes focused. He sensed the chains the moment they appeared. His body moved like the wind, elusive and unpredictable, drifting backward.
"Oh?" A surprised voice came from inside the coffin. The black chains clattered as they transformed into two beams of dark light, instantly arriving in front of Lin Feng.
"Subtle!"
His consciousness merged with heaven and earth. Lin Feng's body swayed slightly, exquisitely subtle. The black chains passed directly in front of him, missing his body by a hair's breadth. But Lin Feng still felt a sinister, cold aura trying to invade his body.
"Lock!" A sinister voice spat from the coffin. The chains reversed direction. Lin Feng's body, pressed against the chains, had no leverage in the air. But suddenly, a surge of purple energy erupted. His body shot forward explosively — not retreating, but charging toward the coffin at incredible speed, causing the black chains to miss again.
"What exquisite movement technique!"
Many people silently praised as they watched Lin Feng step through the air. Lin Feng's cultivation seemed to be below the Mysterious Martial Realm, yet he could dodge the chain attacks from the coffin three times. Impressive.
Moreover, at the critical moment, he didn't retreat but advanced instead.
Light flickered. In Lin Feng's hand, a spirit artifact longsword appeared. The soaring sword qi bloomed in the air.
"Slash!" Lin Feng roared. The sword light exploded, descending from the sky toward the black coffin.
"Swish, swish..." Countless chains surged from the coffin, clashing with the sword light in a heart-shaking clatter. The sword light silently dissipated, vanishing without a trace.
The person hidden in this black coffin was very strong. Lin Feng was still far behind.
Countless black chains, like tentacles, spread toward Lin Feng — fast, incredibly fast, and overwhelming.
His companions had already gone far ahead, yet he couldn't even capture a Spirit Martial Realm cultivator. The person in the coffin felt deeply humiliated. Now, he was furious.
A cold killing intent flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as well. He had been sitting there peacefully, yet the other party had directly attacked him, trying to bind him with chains. Lin Feng knew very well that if he was pulled into the coffin, his life would be over. Being killed for no reason — how could Lin Feng not be angry?
A surging purple ocean erupted, propelling Lin Feng's body like an arrow toward the sky, dodging the endless chains.
At the same time, Lin Feng's body, propelled by the purple ocean, charged forward. Countless purple demon serpents separated from the ocean, coiling toward the coffin. These purple serpent shadows were just like the other's chains — endless and boundless.
The black coffin hovering in midair was directly wrapped by the endless purple serpents, densely covering the entire coffin.
This made the crowd's pupils contract sharply. The strong practitioner in the coffin hadn't managed to bind Lin Feng with his chains, but instead had his own coffin bound by Lin Feng's purple serpents. Although this wasn't enough to decide the battle's outcome, it at least proved Lin Feng's strength was undeniable.
"Purple Serpent Martial Soul — he's Lin Feng!"
Looking up at the black-robed figure in the void, the crowd's eyes trembled. Lin Feng had stirred up quite a storm in Tianluo Ancient City. Although he had disappeared for a while, his deeds and Martial Soul were still being recounted in the city. This person was a monstrous genius with terrifying talent. He had come this time as well.
Could it be that Lin Feng still wanted to reclaim the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron, which was originally his?
Although the cauldron had flowed out from his hands, the difficulty of taking it back was too great. Here, countless strong practitioners were all staring at it, all here for the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron.
"Kill!" Lin Feng roared. He had originally wanted to hide his identity and reap the benefits, but he hadn't expected the other party to attack him for no reason, exposing him to the crowd's sight.
The endless purple serpents wrapped around the coffin swung it toward the ground, binding it at low altitude. At the same time, the endless chains continued toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng sneered. His body rose into the air, while at the same time, a snow-white figure flashed, directly arriving at the coffin.
A palm strike descended onto the coffin, carrying endless freezing power.
"Crack!" A clear sound rang out. The entire black coffin was frozen solid at low altitude. Even the black chains heading toward the sky were covered in spreading ice.
The coffin had turned into a block of ice, extremely cold.
But this wasn't enough. Another figure flickered, arriving above the coffin. Two flames appeared in Old Man Huo's palms.
"Burn!" His double palms trembled violently. Old Man Huo's flame palms landed on the coffin. Instantly, clusters of ethereal fire drilled through the ice, invading the black coffin.
The black coffin now looked extremely dazzling — ice and flame intertwined, one cold and one hot. Streams of fire flowed within the ice.
"Ah..."
A roar of agony came from inside the coffin. The countless chains in the sky suddenly retracted toward the coffin, slamming into it. With a loud crash, the coffin exploded. A figure appeared in the crowd's sight.
It was a gaunt, sinister-looking man, supported in midair by endless chains, like a monster, terrifying.
But on his body, ice and flame intertwined, making him howl in pain.
Ice — cold; flame — violent and scorching. Ice and fire didn't mix, but when they intertwined, their destructive power was too terrifying.
"I'll kill you!" A sinister, bone-chilling roar rang out. The man looked up, and a cold light descended from the sky, slicing across his forehead. The space suddenly fell silent.
The first strong practitioner to emerge from the coffins was dead!