Chapter 378: Who Will Kill
Lin Feng was truly unlucky, having enraged two major powers who wanted him dead.
In the Snow Moon Kingdom, when the head of the Yu Clan and the sect master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect wanted someone dead, that person rarely survived. And now, Lin Feng had offended both of them at once.
It seemed that this time, Lin Feng was doomed.
Beside Lin Feng, the four Mysterious Martial Realm experts glanced deeply at him. Only now did they realize that the comrade who had fought alongside them was the young man who had shaken the Snow Moon Kingdom—Lin Feng.
And now, Lin Feng had grown so strong, strong enough to easily kill a Mysterious Martial Realm cultivator. It was truly unbelievable.
But now, Lin Feng was truly in danger, and there was nothing they could do to help.
Only Yue Qingshan slightly raised an eyebrow, but then quickly returned to calm.
Although his daughter had cut ties with him; although he hated the man who had stolen his daughter's heart; although he was unwilling to acknowledge Lin Feng as his kin and even wanted to prove his own power through certain means—
Still, blood was thicker than water. Lin Feng was his own grandson, the son of the daughter he had once loved most. For that reason alone, Yu Liushui daring to say he would kill Lin Feng right in front of him was enough to provoke his anger.
Yu Liushui clearly knew Lin Feng was his grandson, yet deliberately used this to test his attitude, saying he would kill Lin Feng. Fine. Since you want to test me, I'll indulge you.
"Yu Liushui, you're talking about Yu Tianxing and Yu Chou, right?" Yue Qingshan said coldly. Yu Liushui nodded. "Yes."
"Your fifth son had neither strength nor talent. He only knew how to bully others by relying on his name. If he weren't a Yu, he would have died countless times by now. Being killed now is only natural. And your younger brother—he went to Longing Forest to kill people. Do you not know what kind of place Longing Forest is? He was killed there. Who is there to blame? Now you, the head of the Yu Clan, personally come out and take your anger out on a young man. How impressive."
Yue Qingshan's icy words made the crowd's pupils contract. His words conveyed only one meaning: your son Yu Tianxing and your brother Yu Chou both deserved to die, and their deaths were not worth regretting.
"As for your Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, even more impressive. A group of core disciples came to seize a spiritual vein that someone else had discovered. When they couldn't take it, they ended up having several people and beasts killed by a single young man. How disgraceful. Those scum died, and that's that. Yet you, Teng Wuyao, as the sect master, actually have the nerve to step forward and speak. Shameless."
"Hmm?" The crowd's pupils contracted. The head of the Yue Clan was actually scolding Yu Liushui and Teng Wuyao, speaking up for Lin Feng.
Yu Liushui's expression shifted slightly. Yue Qingshan was actually going to speak for Lin Feng. It seemed the old man still cared.
Teng Wuyao's gaze was cold. He, Teng Wuyao, was after all the master of a sect. Yet Yue Qingshan had insulted him repeatedly. Hateful.
"Could it be that the Yue Clan head intends to stop us from killing him?" Yu Liushui asked tentatively.
"Let the younger generation settle their own affairs. What business is it of us old men? If you want his life, send your sect disciples to kill him. If they kill him, so be it. But if you resort to encirclement or send out old-timers, don't blame me, Yue, for turning a blind eye."
Yue Qingshan said coldly. This was all he could do. Whether Lin Feng lived or died was up to him.
"Heh, dealing with a mere junior naturally doesn't require us old-timers to act personally. The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has no shortage of outstanding disciples. I'm afraid any one of them would be enough to kill him."
Yu Liushui said lightly, shifting the matter back to the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. He could now confirm that Lin Feng was her son. Of course, the Yu Clan could kill Lin Feng, but the question was—was it worth it for the Yu Clan to personally kill Lin Feng?
If the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect handled it, that would be best.
"Which of you will kill him?"
Teng Wuyao looked at the disciples behind him, his tone cold. He accepted the task of killing Lin Feng. Not long ago, Lin Feng had killed disciples of his Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. Having Ten Thousand Beasts Sect disciples kill Lin Feng would undoubtedly wash away the sect's disgrace.
So Teng Wuyao never even considered passing the buck. He asked directly.
"I'll kill him."
Wu Qing stepped forward, his gaze eerie. He had been frustrated earlier for not being able to fight Yue Tianming. Killing Lin Feng would be easy.
"No need. Killing a Lin Feng doesn't require your involvement."
Teng Wuyao directly refused. Having Wu Qing act would be overestimating Lin Feng. Even if he killed him, it wouldn't be a glorious victory.
"Junior Brother Wu Qing, the sect master is right. Killing him doesn't require you to act personally. I'll handle it."
A Ten Thousand Beasts Sect disciple stepped forward and spoke. This man had thick limbs and a massive build, standing a full two meters tall, as if every part of him was filled with power.
Teng Wuyao glanced at this disciple and nodded. "Alright, One-Eye. You kill him."
"Mm." One-Eye took a step forward, as if space itself trembled. His enormous body hovered in the void, looking down at Lin Feng.
"Accept your death."
One-Eye didn't waste a single word. His body descended, and his massive frame stomped directly toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng looked up at the foot stomping down from above. It was like the giant hoof of a demon beast, releasing a wild aura.
"So fast." The crowd's eyes narrowed. One-Eye's body was huge and seemed clumsy, but his speed was incredibly fast.
"Get back."
Lin Feng shouted. The four people beside him immediately scattered. A true essence sword appeared in Lin Feng's hand. Without dodging, his sword intent soared into the sky as he stabbed directly at the giant hoof above.
"Boom, rumble—"
One-Eye's thick leg collided with the howling sword. Space trembled slightly. The true essence sword snapped, scattering somewhat as it was continuously crushed and broken, growing shorter and shorter.
"What tremendous power."
The crowd's hearts trembled. One-Eye's single stomp had bent and broken the sharp true essence sword, showing the terrifying force contained within.
"Hoof."
Lin Feng looked up at the descending foot. It could no longer even be called a foot. In his eyes, it was the giant hoof of a demon beast—dark, thick, and extremely terrifying.
The true essence sword completely dissipated. Lin Feng's footwork trembled, and his body shook violently as he retreated.
"Boom!" The giant hoof struck the ground. The earth split apart, cracks spreading continuously. One-Eye didn't stop. His palm directly slapped toward the retreating Lin Feng, stirring up a terrifying gale.
Fast. Fast as a phantom.
Lin Feng's body retreated rapidly. The palm wind brushed past his face, causing a dull pain. One-Eye's feet were like hooves, and his palms were like the claws of a demon beast—yet he possessed the keen reactions of a human.
The crowd was secretly shocked. The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect truly produced many geniuses. This One-Eye seemed utterly unremarkable, like a crude brute, but his strength was so formidable.
Teng Wuyao sneered coldly. One-Eye's talent was actually not strong, but he was steady and diligent, cultivating tirelessly year after year. Among the many talented disciples, he was older. He had relied entirely on his perseverance to reach the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, and his foundation was extremely solid. An ordinary cultivator at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm was no match for him, let alone Lin Feng.
"Trying to run?"
One-Eye saw Lin Feng retreating and shouted coldly. His fan-like giant palm swung forward plainly, chopping straight at Lin Feng's face. A fierce gust of wind pressed directly onto Lin Feng's body. Space seemed to be ravaged by a wild gale, and Lin Feng's clothes flapped loudly in the wind.
"This man's cultivation is at the Third Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, two levels higher than mine. His strength far exceeds mine, and I have no advantage in speed either. To defeat him, I'm afraid I'll have to use the Netherworld Black Lotus to have a chance."
Lin Feng thought to himself. But unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to use the Netherworld Black Lotus.
Setting aside whether he could hit the opponent, even if he used the Netherworld Black Lotus to kill One-Eye, his true essence would be completely drained. If someone else came after him, he would be in danger.
So unless there was no other choice, Lin Feng was unwilling to use the Netherworld Black Lotus.
Behind him, purple light shot into the sky. Strands of purple tendrils spread through the void, endless. In an instant, around Lin Feng, it seemed as if countless demon serpent shadows were entwined.
"Is this his martial soul?"
Yue Qingshan looked at Lin Feng's purple martial soul, his eyes flickering. This martial soul, though resembling a demon beast, should not be a beast-type martial soul. It seemed Lin Feng had not inherited her martial soul—the bloodline martial soul of his Yue Clan.
PS: Coding through the pain. Today I only got three flowers. Tears streaming down my face. Begging for flower support, begging for comfort. Continuing to update.