Chapter 425: The Embarrassment of Hao Yue Sect
Jiang Shan's body stiffened there, the mountain-like stone still covering him, but at this moment, he had lost all confidence.
He couldn't quite understand why Lin Feng, with only the Second Layer of Profound Martial Realm cultivation, could so easily kill those at the Second Layer, or even the Third Layer of Profound Martial Realm. He had a feeling that Lin Feng hadn't even exerted himself.
Lin Feng was still holding back.
But even so, the three of them, the so-called three geniuses, couldn't handle Lin Feng alone. Whether in speed, lethality, or attack methods, they were all inferior to Lin Feng. Although Jiang Shan's defense was strong, he understood that if he faced Lin Feng alone, even if he were a real mountain, Lin Feng could break through it.
When Lin Feng's gaze turned and landed on him, Jiang Shan's face stiffened. Was he about to be mercilessly killed like the other two?
The more he thought about it, the greater his fear.
He had worked so hard to cultivate to the Profound Martial Realm, becoming the number one core disciple of Hao Yue Sect, admired and worshipped by everyone. His future was bright. Under these circumstances, how could Jiang Shan want to die?
Jiang Shan was unwilling to die and was also afraid of death. Especially after seeing Dugu Ye's head devoured and his body falling and disappearing, Jiang Shan felt for the first time how fragile life was. It seemed his life was no longer in his own hands.
"Spare me, and I'll do whatever you say from now on," Jiang Shan said to Lin Feng. "I can do anything for you, even betray Hao Yue Sect."
A deep sneer appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. So this was the genius nurtured by Hao Yue Sect. A genius raised to betray the sect—how laughable.
"Hao Yue Sect, I'll deal with myself. I don't need your help," Lin Feng said coldly. The terrifying demon serpent coiled around him, its head in the air, its massive eyes staring down at Jiang Shan, making his body tremble slightly. Dugu Ye couldn't break free from the serpent, and neither could Jiang Shan.
"What do I have to do for you to spare me?" Jiang Shan asked Lin Feng.
"No matter what, I don't plan to let you go," Lin Feng replied calmly, taking another step forward, freezing Jiang Shan's gaze.
As Lin Feng drew closer, Jiang Shan's fear grew stronger. Was he, Jiang Shan, really going to die like this?
Jiang Shan didn't think about fighting Lin Feng. He knew it would be suicide.
With a soft thud, Lin Feng's gaze froze as Jiang Shan actually knelt on the ground before him.
"We don't have any deep blood feud. Why must you kill me? If you spare me, I'll obey you in everything from now on."
Jiang Shan roared, his eyes bloodshot. The sneer on Lin Feng's lips grew even more pronounced.
Outside the illusion, by the Xiang River, the crowd also witnessed these scenes, their eyes fixed in place.
Especially those in the central area, who turned their gazes toward Hao Yue Sect.
The genius of Hao Yue Sect, the number one core disciple, was now kneeling before Lin Feng, begging for mercy. How ironic.
But Lin Feng's strength was indeed terrifying, so terrifying that it shocked them.
After all, not many had seen Lin Feng kill twelve Mysterious Martial Realm experts that day—only some from Heavenly One Academy had witnessed it. But now, everyone saw Lin Feng kill the geniuses of three major forces.
No, perhaps they shouldn't be called geniuses.
Geniuses depend on who they're compared to. In front of most people, breaking into the Mysterious Martial Realm at a young age made them rare geniuses. But before Lin Feng, they were like clowns. Three of them, one even higher in cultivation than Lin Feng.
Now, two were dead, and one knelt begging for mercy. Before Lin Feng, could they be called geniuses?
The faces of Hao Yue Sect's crowd couldn't be described as just ugly. Especially Chu Qing, whose body exuded a chilling aura.
For the first time, he wished his sect's number one genius would just die already, instead of disgracing himself there.
With a million people witnessing his sect's top genius kneeling before Lin Feng, Chu Qing felt as if his face was being slapped repeatedly, burning hot. His face was utterly disgraced by Jiang Shan's kneeling.
Even Chu Zhanpeng and Lin Qian, among the Snow Moon Holy Academy crowd, felt their faces burning with shame.
"Waste. Even if Lin Feng doesn't kill you, I'll do it myself," Chu Zhanpeng said coldly, killing intent seeping from him. Seeing Lin Feng fight the three, Chu Zhanpeng was somewhat relieved. Lin Feng's strength wasn't too terrifying. As long as Lin Feng came out, he would personally kill him.
But he didn't need to act. Although Jiang Shan knelt to Lin Feng, Lin Feng still showed no mercy, killing him without hesitation.
Jiang Shan's corpse fell from the illusion. Chu Zhanpeng let out a long roar, his body transforming into a great roc, instantly appearing over the Xiang River.
"Boom!"
A destructive wind erupted from Chu Zhanpeng's body. Jiang Shan's falling corpse was obliterated into nothingness. The great roc spread its wings, and Chu Zhanpeng returned to his original spot.
Thus, all three who had surrounded Lin Feng were dead, killed by him.
By the Xiang River, an old man in a magnificent long robe held a headless corpse, looking up at the illusion screen in the void, his face as cold as ice.
His esteemed Dugu Clan—several of its most outstanding juniors had either been humiliated by Lin Feng, had their arms severed, or, like the most talented Dugu Ye, had been directly killed.
Lin Feng had gone too far against his Dugu Clan!
He only thought of Lin Feng killing Dugu Ye, ignoring that Dugu Ye had first ambushed Lin Feng to kill him. Otherwise, would Lin Feng have touched him?
Inside the illusion, the slaughter continued. By now, the crowd had a general understanding of who was stronger and whose talent was more terrifying.
Of the thirty-two who entered the illusion, only twelve remained. These survivors were the true elites.
Twenty people, all young geniuses, were dead, mercilessly killed in this death game.
Perhaps they never imagined that receiving an invitation, being admired by a million people, and vying for a chance in the Snow Domain Grand Competition would end in death.
Among the remaining twelve, a few attracted particular attention.
The young man with an arrogant aura, who looked down on the crowd and told them to remember his name, Ling Tian, had killed the most. One sword, one kill. His sword was a life-taking sword.
Additionally, Ling Tian's junior sister was also terrifying, having killed several people. This made the crowd even more curious about the background of the Yan Dang Mountain, Ling siblings, and who their master was.
Lin Feng went without saying. She Qiong was also formidable, killing only two people with casual strikes, leaving his opponents no chance to fight back. Now, She Qiong was dealing with Lin Feng's woman, Meng Qing.
Another person drew significant attention: Yun Feiyang of Broken Blade City.
Strangely, he hadn't killed anyone. He avoided people whenever he saw them, as if afraid. But whenever someone blocked his path to kill him, they never succeeded. Yun Feiyang had even encountered Ling Tian and was the only one to escape from him. Everyone else had died.
Thus, Yun Feiyang was very mysterious, unfathomable, and his true strength was unclear.
In the crowd's view, these few were likely the strongest forces inside. If they clashed, no one knew what would happen.
Especially She Qiong and Lin Feng. She Qiong was already dealing with Meng Qing, right above Lin Feng. As soon as Lin Feng climbed up, he would see them, and a collision would be inevitable.
But Lin Feng, inside the illusion, couldn't see everything like the outside crowd. He was like a blind man, trapped in the illusion by others.
Lin Feng felt terrible. It was like a game from his past life, as if he were a character being controlled by someone else.
But Lin Feng also understood that since he lacked the strength to break the illusion, he had to continue following the game's rules—to search and to kill.