Chapter 421: Black Mist
Sharp gazes all fell upon Lin Feng.
Especially from the direction of Snow Moon Holy Academy, the eyes of Dapeng Gongzi and Luoxue Gongzi flickered with killing intent.
As for Duan Tianlang, his face turned even colder, bone-piercingly cold.
The current Celestial Wolf King had long lost his former glory. His black hair had turned white, filled with desolation and the vicissitudes of time, as if he had aged greatly. But if you looked into his eyes, you would find Duan Tianlang's gaze even sharper, more piercing, and utterly frigid.
Duan Tianlang's cultivation was stronger than before!
Lin Feng only needed to look at Duan Tianlang's eyes to know that the other party had not wasted his days either, having actually improved his cultivation considerably.
What Lin Feng did not know was that after he had obliterated Duan Han, Duan Tianlang's black hair turned white, and he rarely concerned himself with the affairs of Snow Moon Holy Academy from then on, devoting himself entirely to cultivation. All of this was for the day he could personally kill Lin Feng and avenge his son, Duan Han.
Lin Feng's remark that Duan Tianlang had failed to teach his son properly instantly ignited boundless resentment and killing intent in Duan Tianlang, surging toward Lin Feng, causing even the bamboo raft to rock unsteadily on the Xiang River.
"Lin Feng, you will soon regret this. For everything you have done, you will kneel before us and repent," Chu Zhanpeng said coldly, his face exuding an air of arrogance. Today would be Lin Feng's doom; let's see how long he could still smile.
"Two years ago, you came to my Cloud Sea Sect demanding someone, wanting my life back then. You were one of the Eight Young Masters, while I was nothing but a weakling in the Qi Martial Realm. Did I ever fear you? Now, two years have passed. I have risen from the Qi Martial Realm to my current cultivation of the Second Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, while you have only improved this pitiful amount and still strut around proudly, saying I will kneel and repent. The Eight Young Masters—how laughable, how pathetic."
Lin Feng's sarcastic words made the crowd's hearts tremble. So Chu Zhanpeng and Lin Feng had known each other two years ago and had a grudge. Back then, Chu Zhanpeng was already one of the Eight Young Masters, while Lin Feng was only in the Qi Martial Realm. In Chu Zhanpeng's eyes, Lin Feng must have been nothing more than an utter ant.
"Two years, from the Qi Martial Realm to the Second Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm—what terrifying talent."
The crowd marveled inwardly. Few of them knew that this now dazzling young genius of Snow Moon had been weaker than most of them two years ago.
Compared to Lin Feng, Chu Zhanpeng, who was already one of the Eight Young Masters back then, had indeed improved too little in cultivation. However, everyone understood that the higher one's cultivation, the harder it was to improve. Every leap across a level was a major breakthrough.
"Senior Brother, his cultivation speed seems to be quite a bit faster than yours!"
In the void, beside Ling Tian, his junior sister smiled lightly, causing Ling Tian's gaze to turn cold. He snorted, "What does cultivation speed matter? He's only at the Second Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. In Yangzhou City, I could destroy his statue, and today, I can take his life as well."
"Of course, with Senior Brother's cultivation at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, coupled with the Extreme Light Sword, killing him would be effortless."
The young girl giggled, which finally improved Ling Tian's mood. A look of pride appeared in his eyes as he said, "Naturally."
But in his heart, the young man was thinking: "I've heard that this kid recently killed twelve Mysterious Martial Realm experts in a row, including three at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. Not one escaped; they all died. His combat power is terrifying. If he doesn't provoke me, then so be it. I won't go looking for trouble."
Although Ling Tian was proud and arrogant, he was not a mindless fool. If he were to kill twelve Mysterious Martial Realm experts, he could do it too, but it would be very strenuous. Lin Feng's feat undoubtedly proved his strength.
The young girl's eyes flickered as she fell into thought.
"Senior Brother's strength is at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, while Lin Feng is at the Second Layer. But he is definitely stronger than most people at the Third Layer. If Senior Brother clashes with him, it will surely be a fierce battle. Perhaps with the ultimate Extreme Light Sword technique, Senior Brother could win, but it would not be easy. It's best not to collide with him."
The young girl pondered inwardly. When she heard that Lin Feng had killed twelve Mysterious Martial Realm experts, she was also quite shocked. She never expected that the commander of a mere Yangzhou City could be so strong.
Chu Zhanpeng's expression was cold and icy as he stared at Lin Feng and said, "You will regret this."
"Hmph!" Lin Feng sneered coldly, then stopped looking at Chu Zhanpeng. He raised his head and looked at the crowd in the void.
"Broken Blade City, Yun Feiyang."
At that moment, a vast voice came from afar, and a figure strode through the void.
Fast—extremely fast, like a phantom.
"Although I did not receive an invitation letter, I still wish to witness the talents of Snow Moon. Do not take offense."
The voice rolled out, and that swift figure directly stepped into the dark confinement without any barrier. His feet simply crossed over, and the rolling mist wildly surged backward, then parted to the side. Yun Feiyang's body directly entered.
"Not invited?" The crowd was stunned. Then their eyes turned to the soft sedan on the water. Hadn't they said no one was missed? This Yun Feiyang was clearly no ordinary person.
"Since he has the strength, let him in."
A ethereal voice came from the soft sedan, very free and easy.
"Broken Blade City!" Lin Feng's gaze fixed. He had not heard news of Broken Blade City for a long time. That city, which he had once burned with fire, actually had such a genius emerging?
But looking at this Yun Feiyang, his voice was bold, his smile carefree, and his entire being exuded a heroic spirit belonging to the vast desert, unconventional and unrestrained. He indeed seemed like someone from the borderlands, and he might even often move on the other side of the Broken Blade Horizon.
"The time of one incense stick is almost up."
Another voice came from the soft sedan. Lin Feng glanced at the void, exchanged a knowing smile with Meng Qing, and then his body rose into the air, strolling toward the black mist.
But this time, Lin Feng did not pass through the black mist. Instead, he descended from above the circle formed by the black mist, slowly landing within the dark confinement. Duan Feng did not go. Although Duan Feng had also received an invitation letter, for this gathering of geniuses, Duan Feng's time had not yet come to shine. It was enough for him to watch from here.
Everyone was stunned by Lin Feng's action. He bypassed the black mist from above and descended into the dark confinement? That was allowed?
"This guy..."
The crowd was speechless. Everyone knew that one could enter the dark confinement from above or below, but no one dared to think that way. At a gathering of geniuses, walking in like that would be too boring, too shameful. The person in the soft sedan himself had said that the dark confinement was the Flood Dragon's venomous mist, meant to block some people. But if everyone did what Lin Feng did, how could it block anyone?
It could only be said that Lin Feng simply did not care. He did not, like others, make a grand entrance to show off his strength.
To Lin Feng, all of that was illusory. Soon, it would be time to truly test their strength.
With Yun Feiyang, Lin Feng, and Meng Qing stepping into the circle of black mist, there were now thirty-two people inside—thirty-two young geniuses. The weakest were at the First Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, but there were only a few of them.
The most common cultivation level was actually the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, showing how talented these people were. Few among the older generation had reached the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, but these people were all under thirty years old.
"Time is up." At this moment, an old man beside the soft sedan raised his head and spoke. Then, his body soared into the air, standing before the crowd, and said, "Everyone, form a circle around this dark confinement and stand by the edge."
"Hmm?" The crowd was puzzled. They were supposed to stand by the poisonous mist? What did that mean?
But they still complied, standing evenly by the poisonous mist, forming an arc.
"All of you who were invited are, in terms of talent, considered geniuses of Snow Moon. But only those who can withstand the pressure of death and possess an unyielding will can become true experts. Now, no one is allowed to move."
The old man spoke slowly, causing everyone's pupils to contract. No one was allowed to move—what did he intend to do?
At that moment, the nine Flood Dragons lying on the water surface rose again, lifting their heads and suddenly letting out wild roars.
Rolling black qi was frantically exhaled. The dark confinement mist wildly surged, becoming extremely violent. The old man waved his hand, and the black mist seemed to condense into special hand seals.
The black mist roared and raged, blocking the round moon, covering the sky and the sun, surging toward the crowd, swallowing everyone's bodies completely.