Chapter 306: Imperial Forces
Looking at the fallen corpse, the crowd let out a series of sighs. The strong man from within the coffin had, for some unknown reason, suddenly used chains to attack Lin Feng as he passed by. However, Lin Feng was not caught by the chains, and in the end, it cost the man his own life. That man must have deeply regretted his actions before dying—why provoke Lin Feng for no reason and lose his life over it?
Moreover, judging by the power of that sword strike, Lin Feng seemed even stronger than before, having reached the Ninth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm. His progress was astonishingly fast.
"His talent is anything but ordinary."
The crowd murmured to themselves. Lin Feng was too terrifying—he had advanced an entire realm in just a few days.
Furthermore, that day, when Lin Feng was at the Eighth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, he had already slain a powerful existence at the Mysterious Martial Realm. Now, killing a First Layer of Profound Martial Realm expert was probably well within his ability.
At the same time, however, waves of icy killing intent descended upon Lin Feng, chilling his heart. Now that he had exposed himself, countless people wanted him dead.
As for the other twelve coffins, they landed on the yellow sand, still as silent as ever. This silence was oppressive, carrying a hint of fear.
Unknown things were the easiest to inspire dread.
Moreover, the man Lin Feng had just killed was also terrifying, his body wrapped in black chains like a soul-reaping demon, extremely sinister.
At this moment, many figures stepped forward, walking directly to the opposite side of the coffins, their faces cold. Among them was the master of the Dream Pavilion, the beautiful woman who had once fought fiercely with Old Man Huo and Meng Qing.
But now, she stood behind a middle-aged man, whose status was higher than hers.
"Thirteen Ghost Fiends, why have you come to Tianluo Ancient City? This is Snow Moon Kingdom—a place you shouldn't be." The leading middle-aged man stared at the twelve coffins and spoke coldly, directly revealing their identity: the Thirteen Ghost Fiends.
However, many people looked confused. They had never heard of the Thirteen Ghost Fiends.
"Swish, swish, swish..." Sharp whistling sounds rang through the air as the lids of the twelve coffins shot out, hurtling toward the speaker at incredible speed.
But the man who had spoken didn't move at all, his eyes calm. The people behind him flickered into motion, their palm strikes rumbling. With a series of booming explosions, all twelve coffin lids shattered.
On the twelve coffins, pairs of withered, pale hands slowly emerged, gripping the sides of the coffins. The scene was extremely eerie, and a chill of yin energy enveloped the crowd.
"Playing tricks!" The middle-aged man shouted coldly, stomping his foot on the ground. Instantly, a surge of wild true essence power transmitted through the earth, causing the yellow sand to tremble violently and shoot toward the coffins.
With a thunderous crash, the twelve coffins exploded. At the same time, twelve figures appeared in midair, their bodies covered in black chains like countless tentacles, supporting them on the ground while swaying in the air, clattering as they collided.
These twelve people also shared a common trait: they were as thin as sticks, like dried corpses, extremely terrifying.
This scene was visually shocking, causing many with weak wills to instantly become fearful, their desire for treasure vanishing completely.
This group was too terrifying—just looking at them made people afraid.
Yet many still had flickering eyes, a glimmer of hope rising in their hearts. As long as there was even a slight chance, they wouldn't give up. Of course, they had to act cautiously.
At that moment, however, the middle-aged man from the Dream Pavilion swept his cold gaze over the crowd, a hint of mockery curling at the corner of his mouth. He said coldly, "The rest of you, get lost. The Heavenly Fiend Sect is not something you can afford to provoke."
"Heavenly Fiend Sect?" Some people looked puzzled. They had never heard of this sect before.
But among these martial artists, there were some with broad knowledge. Upon hearing this, their hearts trembled violently.
The Heavenly Fiend Sect—this group was actually from the Heavenly Fiend Sect. How terrifying.
Seeing the confusion on many faces, the middle-aged man's mockery deepened. He said coldly, "A bunch of ants, not even knowing of the Heavenly Fiend Sect."
"What an arrogant man." Lin Feng's gaze sharpened at the man's words. The Heavenly Fiend Sect—he had indeed never heard of it. He knew very little about the Nine Heavens Continent.
As if sensing Lin Feng's gaze, the middle-aged man's eyes fell on him, and he sneered, "You must be Lin Feng, right? You actually dared to throw away the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron rather than hand it over to my Star Dream Pavilion. You've got guts. Since you're here today, prepare to stay forever."
"Stay forever!" Lin Feng clearly sensed a flash of killing intent in the man's eyes, and his heart turned cold.
"Dream Pavilion—heavens, so the Dream Pavilion is actually a branch of the Star Dream Pavilion."
At this moment, someone exclaimed in surprise. They hadn't heard of the Heavenly Fiend Sect, but they had heard of the Star Dream Pavilion.
"You're from the Dragon Mountain Empire!" That person's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the man.
"At least you have some insight, unlike that idiot over there." The man sneered, referring to Lin Feng as the idiot.
"Our Star Dream Pavilion is one of the top sects in the Dragon Mountain Empire, with branches everywhere. The Dream Pavilion is just one of our branches. Don't think you ants amount to anything—even the Snow Moon royal family means nothing to our Star Dream Pavilion. As for the Heavenly Fiend Sect, it's a major sect of the Black Feather Empire. You can't afford to offend them, so get lost now."
The man's voice was filled with arrogance, as if he were a god above all in Snow Moon.
But many felt his arrogance was justified.
The Dragon Mountain Empire—they were actually from the Star Dream Pavilion of the Dragon Mountain Empire. Among the thirteen kingdoms of the Snow Domain, there were four great empires and nine vassal states. The Dragon Mountain Empire was one of the four great empires, and Snow Moon Kingdom was merely its vassal. The Star Dream Pavilion was a major power in the Dragon Mountain Empire, so its strength was unimaginable. No wonder the man was so arrogant.
Furthermore, the Black Feather Empire was also one of the four great empires, as powerful as the Dragon Mountain Empire. The people emerging from those coffins were from the Heavenly Fiend Sect, a powerful force of the Black Feather Empire.
Many began to retreat. Sects from the four great empires were too strong—they couldn't afford to provoke them.
"Cowards!"
A cold voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention back to Lin Feng.
"Cowards, scared off by a single sentence. Are all imperial sects powerful? Don't they have small ones? And even if their sects are strong, so what? This is Snow Moon Kingdom. If you're afraid of some unknown sect thousands of miles away, what kind of martial path are you even cultivating?"
Lin Feng's cold words made many hearts tremble. That was right—this was Snow Moon Kingdom. Even if their sects were powerful, only these people were here. If they seized the treasures and fled, the continent was vast—who could find them?
If they were afraid of even this, what martial path were they on?
With this thought, the crowd turned their gazes back to the Star Dream Pavilion man, their eyes sharp. What a cunning bastard—trying to scare them off with a few words so he could claim the treasure himself.
"Trash is trash." The man sneered inwardly, no longer looking at the crowd. Instead, he glanced at Lin Feng with surprise. What a clever fellow—knowing that he might be killed, he deliberately provoked the crowd to keep them from retreating. If everyone left, Lin Feng would be in danger.
Lin Feng indeed had this intention. If everyone left, how could he still hope to obtain the Nine Heavens Azure Dragon Cauldron? That was impossible. Then he would have to face the Star Dream Pavilion and the Heavenly Fiend Sect alone.
"Stop arguing." A sinister voice came from one of the Thirteen Ghost Fiends.
"Today, all of you will die."
The gloomy voice spat out again. The Thirteen Ghost Fiends simultaneously exhaled a breath of corpse qi—an eerie, yin-cold corpse qi.
In the space around them, from the shattered coffins, streams of gray gas emerged, converging toward one spot, extremely cold.
The gathered gray gas grew denser, drifting over the yellow sand. Suddenly, the crowd's hearts jolted. The gray gas on the yellow sand slowly began to coalesce into a human form!