Chapter 391: Subjugation
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Lin Feng's gaze was icy cold as he looked at the man before him, a faint, cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth. This person was none other than the one who had been secretly watching him all along, the one who had tried to assassinate him in the darkness.
"You've been following me for quite a while now, haven't you?" Lin Feng said coldly.
The man's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He sneered, "So what if I have? Do you think you can do anything to me?"
Lin Feng didn't waste words. With a flick of his finger, a streak of sword light shot out, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle, heading straight for the man's throat.
The man's face changed dramatically. He hadn't expected Lin Feng to strike without warning, and with such speed and ferocity. He hurriedly dodged, but the sword light was too fast, grazing past his shoulder and leaving a deep, bloody gash.
"You—" The man was both shocked and enraged, staring at Lin Feng with disbelief. "How is your strength...?"
"Too much nonsense," Lin Feng said indifferently, his figure flickering as he appeared before the man in an instant, his palm pressing down like a mountain, carrying an overwhelming force.
The man felt a suffocating pressure, as if the very sky was collapsing. He let out a furious roar, his aura erupting wildly as he tried to resist. But Lin Feng's palm strike was too powerful; with a loud bang, the man was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the ground, creating a massive crater.
"You..." The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with terror. He had never imagined that Lin Feng's strength had reached such a terrifying level. Even as a cultivator at the Seventh Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, he was no match for Lin Feng.
"Tell me, who sent you?" Lin Feng asked coldly, stepping forward and looking down at the man from above.
The man gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. "Do you think I'll tell you? Dream on!"
Lin Feng's gaze turned even colder. "Since you won't talk, then don't bother."
As his voice fell, a surge of sword intent erupted from Lin Feng's body, transforming into countless sword beams that shot toward the man like a storm.
The man's face went pale, and he hurriedly tried to defend himself, but the sword beams were too dense, piercing through his defenses in an instant, riddling his body with holes. Blood sprayed everywhere as he let out a miserable scream, his body collapsing to the ground, his breath fading away.
Lin Feng looked at the corpse, his expression unchanged. He reached out and grabbed the storage ring from the man's finger, casually scanning it with his divine sense before putting it away.
"Someone from the Ji Clan, huh..." Lin Feng muttered to himself, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "It seems they still won't give up."
After a moment of thought, Lin Feng turned and left, his figure disappearing into the distance.
Not long after, within a secret chamber of the Ji Clan, an elder suddenly opened his eyes, a flicker of shock passing through them.
"Dead? The person I sent to monitor Lin Feng is dead?" The elder's face darkened. "It seems this Lin Feng is even more troublesome than I imagined."
He pondered for a moment, then sneered coldly. "But so what? In the end, he's just an ant. Since he dares to kill my Ji Clan's people, then let him pay with his life."
With that, the elder stood up and walked out of the secret chamber.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng had already left the city and arrived at a desolate mountain range. He found a hidden cave, set up a simple barrier formation, and sat down cross-legged to begin his cultivation.
"The strength of the Ji Clan is not to be underestimated. I need to break through to a higher realm as soon as possible," Lin Feng thought to himself.
He took out a few medicinal pills from his storage ring and swallowed them, then closed his eyes to refine the medicinal power.
Time passed slowly. After an unknown period, Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing within them.
"Finally, I've broken through to the Eighth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stood up, stretched his body, and felt the surging power within him, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.
"Now, it's time to settle accounts with the Ji Clan."
With that, Lin Feng stepped out of the cave, his figure flickering as he vanished into the distance.