Chapter 359: Who Can Save You Now
In the past, he, Leng Yue, had been proud and unmatched, hailed as the most outstanding genius of Hao Yue Sect. Although he was only the second-ranked core disciple, everyone believed it was only a matter of time before he became the number one.
He walked his own path, carrying only a single blade wherever he went, admired by countless people and adored by numerous beauties.
Yet all of this changed the moment he stepped into Tianluo Ancient City and encountered Lin Feng. His pride was shattered by Lin Feng, his glory all belonged to Lin Feng. If not for being saved at the last moment, perhaps that day he would have died at Lin Feng's hands. How could Leng Yue not hate Lin Feng to the core?
Since Tianluo Ancient City, Leng Yue had trained his blade techniques relentlessly, constantly challenging his own limits. Every day, he grew stronger through torment, reaching his current state of the blade—a single strike merging a thousand blade shadows into one, subtle and refined to the extreme.
"Roar..." A terrifying roar shook the air as the flood dragon bared its fangs and claws. She Qiong stepped forward, pressing Lin Feng, leaving him no room to attend to anything else.
"You despicable bastard!"
Duan Xinye saw She Qiong and Leng Yue suddenly launch a vicious attack, joining forces against Lin Feng, and cursed angrily.
Leng Yue was one thing, but She Qiong—the youngest Imperial Guard Commander—resorting to such means against Lin Feng, and he was at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, two layers above Lin Feng. It was utterly shameless.
The noble and royal scions were also stunned. This time, it seemed She Qiong truly wanted to kill Lin Feng. After suffering such a huge loss earlier, he had abandoned all pretense of face, determined to take Lin Feng's life.
Silence. Lin Feng's heart was as still as water, eerily calm. The Nether Flame Lotus in his palm faced off against the flood dragon, leaving him no free hand to deal with Leng Yue's blade. But Lin Feng knew that now, more than ever, he could not afford to panic. Panic would only make things more dangerous.
His mind sank into absolute calmness. Everything around him was presented with crystal clarity—the wind, the movements, the trajectory of the blade, all perfectly clear.
With a slight shift of his steps, Lin Feng's body moved. Where he had stood, afterimages appeared.
Lin Feng's range of movement was extremely small, and the Nether Flame Lotus in his hand continued to confront the flood dragon.
The blade light flashed and vanished. One of Lin Feng's afterimages was cleaved in two. The blade had missed him by a hair's breadth, grazing past him. Lin Feng could even clearly feel the biting cold of the blade light.
"Oh? So fast."
The crowd's eyes narrowed. Lin Feng's dodge was incredibly precise. Leng Yue's blade was all about speed and sharpness, but Lin Feng's body trembled, afterimages appeared, and he evaded it with pinpoint accuracy.
Leng Yue was also stunned. While confronting She Qiong, Lin Feng could still dodge his lethal strike. He was indeed growing stronger.
But Leng Yue's killing intent did not diminish in the slightest. His blade swept horizontally.
"You're asking for death." Lin Feng roared, his calm eyes bursting with dazzling light. His foot stomped heavily on the ground, and a booming sound rang out. The bluestone beneath him shattered, collapsing continuously.
At the same time, Lin Feng stepped forward. The flood dragon shattered. His body spun like the wind, and the black lotus in his hand was hurled directly at Leng Yue. The black lotus collided with Leng Yue's blade. In an instant, black flames ignited on the gleaming blade—flames of annihilation. The flames climbed upward, reaching Leng Yue's hand in a single breath. Leng Yue's arm burst into flames.
"Ah..."
"Crack!"
Two sounds rang out in succession. The first came from Leng Yue. He abandoned his blade, channeling his true essence to extinguish the flames on his arm. But the black flames of annihilation continued to smolder. Leng Yue's entire arm turned charred black, trembling in a way that shook the onlookers.
How powerful were the destructive black lotus flames? Although Leng Yue's blade realm was high, his cultivation was far inferior to She Qiong's Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. Even She Qiong's fist had been instantly charred black by the black lotus. Leng Yue's arm was burned and crippled, hanging limp and numb, as if it might fall off at any moment.
As for the second sound, it came from She Qiong's attack landing on Lin Feng, sending him flying backward. Lin Feng had turned to attack Leng Yue, and She Qiong took advantage of the opening. The flood dragon palm strike descended directly onto Lin Feng's body, sending him airborne. He grunted, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Lin Feng, such terrifying strength." The crowd's eyes froze as they looked at Lin Feng. Although Lin Feng had suffered in this brief clash, he had faced a sudden joint attack from two Mysterious Martial Realm experts, including She Qiong, a terrifying Third Layer Mysterious Martial Realm powerhouse.
Under these circumstances, Lin Feng had still forced She Qiong back and burned off one of Leng Yue's arms, leaving the crowd deeply shaken.
That black lotus flame was terrifying. A single touch, and it burned. Leng Yue, at the Mysterious Martial Realm, had no ability to resist. He watched helplessly as his own arm was incinerated. Moreover, if he hadn't forcibly used his true essence to sever the connections between his arm and the rest of his body, the parts above the arm would also have been affected.
At this moment, Leng Yue's body was still trembling—trembling in agony.
His head lowered, his eyes bloodshot. Staring at his charred arm, a cold light flashed in Leng Yue's eyes.
"Ah..." He let out a roar, raised his hand, and turned it into a blade light, chopping directly at his own arm. The charred arm separated from his body and fell to the ground, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble involuntarily.
Severing his arm. Leng Yue had directly cut off his own burned arm.
"What a ruthless man."
Cutting off one's own arm took courage, even if the arm was already crippled.
"Lin Feng." Duan Xinye rushed to Lin Feng's side. Seeing his pale face, worry filled her eyes.
"I'm fine." Lin Feng shook his head, but his unsteady breath betrayed him. Although he could fight She Qiong with the black lotus, that Nether Flame Lotus was his trump card. His own strength was not yet enough to contend with his opponent. Taking a palm strike from She Qiong had naturally inflicted considerable injury.
Duan Xinye took out a porcelain bottle from her person and poured out a few pills—the same kind she had given Lin Feng once before. She then fed them toward his mouth.
Seeing Duan Xinye's anxious expression, Lin Feng shook his head slightly. "Xinye, one pill of this kind is enough."
With that, Lin Feng took one pill and swallowed it. As before, a cool, refreshing energy flowed through his body, healing his injuries. His unsteady breath gradually stabilized.
The Nether Flame Lotus was not so easy to use. To make the black lotus more powerful, he had to merge all his Yang Fire True Essence into it, transforming it into Nether Flame. In other words, that terrifying black lotus contained almost all of his true essence power. If it hadn't been so dangerous, he wouldn't have thrown the black lotus away, leaving himself in a state of insufficient true essence.
"Keep these for yourself." Duan Xinye pressed the porcelain bottle into Lin Feng's hand. Seeing her concerned expression, Lin Feng smiled bitterly and nodded, putting away the bottle of pills.
On the other side, She Qiong saw their intimacy and his expression darkened even further. Of course, he knew what was in that bottle—mid-grade Profound Pills, the healing saint medicine Qing Yang Dan. Duan Xinye had given them to Lin Feng like that, showing just how much she cared for him.
As if sensing the killing intent emanating from She Qiong, Lin Feng pulled Duan Xinye behind him. He raised his head, his eyes coldly fixed on She Qiong and Leng Yue.
Lin Feng's eyes were filled with deep sarcasm. He said coldly, "You asked me to take your punch, and I did. After that, you didn't dare to fight me head-on but instead attacked from behind. The youngest Imperial Guard Commander—good, very good. Truly impressive."
Hearing Lin Feng's mocking words, She Qiong's face stiffened, extremely ugly. Indeed, he had just ambushed Lin Feng, and together with Leng Yue. Everyone had seen it. There was no room for denial.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted, landing on Leng Yue. Killing intent flickered.
"Blade Master, this time, let's see who can save you."
With that, Lin Feng slowly lifted his foot and stepped toward Leng Yue.
Leng Yue, who had just severed his arm, trembled violently again, his eyes fixed tightly on Lin Feng as he approached. This time, Lin Feng truly intended to kill him.
If Lin Feng hadn't had that intention before, Leng Yue's sudden lethal strike earlier had thoroughly enraged him. Lin Feng was going to take his life.
(Note: This is the last day, brothers. If you keep your flowers any longer, they'll wither.)