# Chapter 376: Gathering
At this moment, Lin Feng was using flames to resist the attacks of two humans and two demon beasts, completely unable to attend to the crowd descending from the sky.
The increasingly fierce flames converged onto the fire dragon, charging toward Ji Feng and Cloud Leopard. As the two demon beasts rushed to kill him, an icy chill emanated from Lin Feng's body.
"Split!"
A freezing voice came from Lin Feng's mouth. Instantly, the faint fire dragon dispersed, turning into scattered sparks that landed on the two demon beasts.
"Roar!"
The two demon beasts howled, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty light as they pounced at Lin Feng.
"Burn!"
Lin Feng spoke again. As the words left his mouth, countless flames suddenly erupted on the two demon beasts, igniting and burning. Within a very short time, the flames completely engulfed both beasts, setting their bodies fully ablaze.
"Roar, roar..."
The two demon beasts screamed madly, as if driven insane. The flames could not be extinguished.
Ji Feng and Cloud Leopard's expressions changed drastically at this sight. They rushed toward their demon beast companions, circulating their true essence to transform it into flowing water energy.
But at the same time, a purple ocean suddenly burst forth from Lin Feng, directly drowning the two demon beasts. By the time Ji Feng and Cloud Leopard arrived, the purple ocean had vanished, and their demon beast companions had disappeared without a trace.
Ji Feng and Cloud Leopard both stared fixedly at Lin Feng, their eyes filled with boundless killing intent. Lin Feng had killed their demon beast companions again. Taming a Mysterious Beast required great sacrifice and luck.
To the side, the white-haired elder and others watched the battle quietly. Seeing Lin Feng burn the two demon beasts to death, the white-haired elder's gaze flickered. Her son was only eighteen this year, yet he already possessed such cultivation. Single-handedly dealing with two genius disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and their demon beast companions—it seemed Lin Feng had inherited his parents' talent.
Thinking this, the white-haired elder glanced at the young man half a step behind her. This young man had eyebrows sharp as swords, quiet yet faintly exuding a sharp aura.
Yue Tianming, the number one genius disciple of the Yue Clan, incomparably dazzling.
Unfortunately, what happened back then could never be undone. Otherwise, if Yue Tianming and Lin Feng had grown up together in the Yue Clan, they would have been like Duan Wudao and Duan Wuya of the imperial family—twin prodigies of their generation.
At this moment, Yue Tianming was also watching Lin Feng fight. At this age, Lin Feng possessed such terrifying combat power. Even compared to himself at eighteen, he wouldn't be much weaker.
"You must die." Ji Feng stared darkly at Lin Feng, his venomous gaze as if it could kill Lin Feng on its own.
"The people of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect are becoming more and more worthless."
An ethereal voice rang out, causing Ji Feng and Cloud Leopard's gazes to freeze. They looked up and finally saw the crowd not far away. Their pupils contracted sharply.
The Yue Clan. It was the Yue Clan of the Nine Dragon Mountain Range. They had arrived too, and the Yue Clan's patriarch had personally led them here.
Hearing the insult to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, Ji Feng's mouth twitched, but he dared not retort. Even if the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect's sect master were here, he would have to show some deference to the Yue Clan's patriarch.
Lin Feng also looked up at the Yue Clan members, his brow slightly furrowed. Seeing these people, he felt a strange sense of familiarity, very subtle. He could also sense that several of the Yue Clan members were casually sizing him up.
"Senior, this origin vein was discovered by our Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. I hope you won't interfere," Ji Feng said.
Seeing the Yue Clan people, his first thought was the origin vein. The Yue Clan wanted to seize it.
"If I'm not mistaken, this origin vein was not first discovered by your Ten Thousand Beasts Sect," the white-haired elder said calmly.
Seeing Lin Feng and the others fighting with the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, she naturally understood what had happened. Lin Feng and his group had discovered the origin vein first, and then the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect tried to take it by force, leading to this battle.
"Senior, how can they compare to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect? This origin vein—they have neither the qualification nor the ability to claim it," Ji Feng argued.
"They have no qualification? Then do you? What I see is quite a few dead people from your Ten Thousand Beasts Sect," the white-haired elder said sarcastically.
"This origin vein was discovered by them first. Your Ten Thousand Beasts Sect used your power to bully them and seize it by force. That means whoever is stronger gets the origin vein. In that case, everything is simple." The white-haired elder's voice was very calm, without any fluctuation. She called out, "Tianming."
Hearing the white-haired elder's words, Yue Tianming immediately understood. He stepped forward, his demeanor aloof and ethereal, as if he were the only one left in heaven and earth.
"Tianming... Yue Tianming."
Ji Feng stared at Yue Tianming, his pupils contracting sharply. The number one genius of the Yue Clan, ranked second among the Eight Young Masters, second only to Duan Wudao. It was said he made his name at sixteen, rarely stayed in Snow Moon, and few had even seen him. But no one had ever dared to underestimate him, just as no one dared to underestimate the Yue Clan.
"Any of you from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect—if you can withstand one move from me without dying, this origin vein belongs to your sect."
Yue Tianming's gaze fell on Ji Feng as he spoke, causing everyone's pupils to contract sharply.
All they had to do was withstand one move from Yue Tianming, and the Yue Clan would not interfere with the origin vein, handing it over to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
Ji Feng and the others froze. Withstand one move from Yue Tianming? Who would dare?
Second among the Eight Young Masters, the genius of Snow Moon second only to Duan Wudao. Who could guarantee they would survive one of his moves?
No one dared to gamble. Even if they survived, they would only have secured an origin vein for their sect, possibly crippling themselves in the process. What was the point?
And if they failed to withstand it, it meant death.
Who would do such a dangerous, foolish thing?
Lin Feng also watched Yue Tianming. Powerful yet aloof, but without the arrogance of Yue Tianchen, who seemed to think himself invincible under heaven. This was the true genius disciple of the Yue Clan, not someone like Yue Tianchen could compare to. Yue Tianchen was like a clown next to Yue Tianming—they couldn't even be mentioned in the same breath.
"Since you don't dare, don't say the origin vein belongs to you anymore," the white-haired elder said calmly when she saw Ji Feng and the others remaining silent.
Ji Feng and the others' eyes twitched, but they couldn't say a word.
"Yue Clan Patriarch, bullying the juniors of my Ten Thousand Beasts Sect—don't you think that's going too far?"
At this moment, a clear voice came from afar. The crowd turned their gazes, but no one appeared for a long time. Their hearts trembled. The speaker was still an unknown distance away.
Finally, a hurricane surged, the sky and earth changed color, and a wild spatial current raged violently. A group of figures appeared in the distant sky.
At the very front of the space was a hideous, terrifying demon beast. Its face was grotesque and misshapen, covered in what seemed like excess flesh, and it grew a pair of enormous wings that stirred up a gale with each flap.
On the demon beast's back sat two figures. The one in front was a middle-aged man with a dignified expression, seated atop the beast.
Beside him stood another person, his gaze cold.
Seeing this person, Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply. He had seen this standing figure before—on the day the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect's deputy sect master, Teng Wushan.
He remembered that back then, Wenren Yan's master, the old woman, had used her own life to kill his mount, the Kun Python, allowing Old Man Bei to successfully escape with him.
Since he was the deputy sect master, there was no doubt that the middle-aged man sitting on the demon beast was the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect's sect master.
The seal of the Nine Sword Peak had shattered, the demon sword had emerged from its sheath. The Yue Clan people and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect people had all arrived.
"If I were bullying the juniors of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, would they still be alive?"
The white-haired elder didn't even glance at the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect people. She had long known they were coming. But so what?
An origin vein, though considered a priceless treasure by many, was not too precious in her eyes. It couldn't compare to the demon sword at all. Right now, she was more curious about who had obtained the demon sword.
No one would refute the white-haired elder's words. If the Yue Clan patriarch wanted to kill a few juniors, it would be effortless. But she disdained such actions.
"Hmph. Wu Qing, you take one move from Yue Tianming. Let's see if this second young master lives up to his reputation," the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect's sect master said indifferently.
Wu Qing was one of the Eight Young Masters, ranked third among them, even ahead of Duan Wuya.
PS: Thank you very much to my brothers for the flowers, but I feel very ashamed. My whole body hurts. After finishing this chapter, I need to go to the hospital for a checkup. My body isn't holding up...