Chapter 427: The Coldness in the Heart
Within the illusion, another violent collision occurred, followed by a separation. A trace of blood hung from the corner of Meng Qing's mouth, but the cold indifference emanating from her grew ever stronger.
The entire hall within this illusion seemed covered by a layer of intense chill, icy and bone-piercing. Moreover, this cold was still intensifying.
"You are quite stubborn. I, She Qiong, am at the Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. Whether in strength or status, Lin Feng is no match for me. What's wrong with being with me? Or do you want me to use force against you?"
She Qiong looked at Meng Qing and spoke slowly. In his eyes, a hint of admiration actually appeared. What a strong and resolute woman, and fierce in character. In temperament and appearance, she was not inferior to the imperial princess, Duan Xinye. She Qiong had initially wanted to toy with her, to take Lin Feng's woman and make Lin Feng watch, humiliating him completely. But gradually, She Qiong actually began to truly appreciate Meng Qing.
If Meng Qing could be his woman, that wouldn't be bad either. Quite a good match.
Of course, this was only She Qiong's one-sided wishful thinking. Upon hearing his words, the cold aura radiating from Meng Qing grew more and more intense, as if it would freeze the very space around them.
"Don't be so stubborn. You are no match for me, and don't expect anyone to come and save you. Lin Feng, he simply doesn't have the ability to save you." She Qiong felt the ever-increasing chill and spoke indifferently.
"So the youngest former Imperial Guard Commander of the Imperial City likes other men's women."
A lazy voice rang out, causing She Qiong's gaze to freeze. Then, he saw the door to the left hall open, and a figure slowly walked out.
"Oh?" She Qiong looked at the emerging figure, his brow furrowed, and a cold, murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Do you think you have the right to meddle in my affairs?" She Qiong said coldly. Then, he took a step forward, and a vast power surged within him. Rolling waves of force rushed towards the appearing Yun Feiyang.
"Die!"
She Qiong shouted in a low voice, and a terrifying killing intent descended upon Yun Feiyang. Anyone who dared to interfere with his affairs would die.
Seeing She Qiong's fist getting closer, the smile on Yun Feiyang's face suddenly vanished, replaced by a sharp, fierce aura. The wild, violent wind whipped against his body, causing his clothes to rustle loudly.
"Die?"
She Qiong's fist descended. A sharp light flashed in Yun Feiyang's eyes. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and punched directly forward.
"Boom!"
A terrifying gale roared within the illusion space. Both their bodies stood as firm as mountains, completely unmoving. Their clothes were all blown into the air, fluttering and dancing as if caught in a storm. Only their eyes remained as sharp as ever.
"Get back."
Yun Feiyang took a small step forward, an extremely tiny step, but it gathered an unparalleled momentum. Terrifying power burst from his hand, and She Qiong's body flew backward. Even after landing, he stumbled back several steps.
She Qiong's gaze froze, staring fixedly at Yun Feiyang.
So strong. Yun Feiyang's power was terrifying. He couldn't shake Yun Feiyang at all; on the contrary, he was shaken back by Yun Feiyang.
He, She Qiong, had emerged from seclusion after breaking through, full of confidence. But in this battle, watched by thousands, he was shaken back by someone who had previously been unknown.
Not only was She Qiong shocked, but the crowd outside the illusion was also filled with astonishment. Yun Feiyang was indeed the most mysterious person. When he didn't fight, it was nothing, but when he did, it was astonishing.
With just one punch, he had shaken back She Qiong. Although this didn't mean his overall strength surpassed She Qiong's, it at least proved that his raw power was even more ferocious than She Qiong's.
The mist of the illusion churned. The full moon hanging in the sky carried a hint of desolation but remained bright.
Figures became clearer in the crowd's sight, no longer blurry images.
On the night of the full moon, above the Xiang River, several figures stood in the void.
The illusion was dispelled, vanished.
And the people within the illusion appeared there in reality.
Six people. Thirty-two young talents had entered the illusion, but now only six remained.
She Qiong, Yun Feiyang, Lin Feng, Meng Qing, and Ling Tian and his junior sister.
Everyone else was dead. Whether it was the people from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect or the young geniuses from the Yu Family who had entered, all were dead. It could be said there were no winners.
These remaining six were indeed the strongest, a fact everyone had witnessed with their own eyes.
Ling Tian was the one who had killed the most.
She Qiong was someone no one dared to provoke. And Meng Qing could fight him, even growing stronger as the battle progressed. Then there was Yun Feiyang, who had knocked She Qiong back with a single punch.
Lin Feng's strength also needed no introduction.
These six had survived until the illusion was dispelled, undoubtedly proving their talent. It was just a pity that the other twenty-four geniuses had died like that, becoming stepping stones.
Not long ago, they had been full of ambition, hoping to make a name for themselves in Snow Moon. But reality was this cruel. You might have talent, but there were always those with even greater talent.
A sense of desolation from the moon fell upon Lin Feng. He turned his gaze and landed on Meng Qing. She looked slightly pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, her whole body radiating a chilling cold.
"Meng Qing!"
Lin Feng's body trembled. In an instant, he was by Meng Qing's side. He took out a pill and fed it directly into her mouth. Meng Qing opened her mouth and swallowed the pill. Seeing Lin Feng, the cold indifference on her face vanished completely, replaced by a faint smile.
This smile seemed to make the moon lose its radiance. Only her peerlessly beautiful face remained, dazzling the crowd who saw her, their hearts pounding.
What a beautiful woman. Clad in white like snow, a light veil covering her face, standing beneath the full moon, she was like a true moon fairy.
Seeing Meng Qing's complexion improve slightly after taking the pill, Lin Feng slowly turned his gaze and saw the two facing off: She Qiong and Yun Feiyang.
Finally, Lin Feng's gaze fixed on She Qiong. An incomparably icy coldness surged from him, his killing intent so fierce.
As if sensing Lin Feng's killing intent, She Qiong's gaze shifted from Yun Feiyang to Lin Feng. He sneered, "You are not worthy of her. She should be my woman."
"Sword!"
Lin Feng ignored She Qiong. He took a step forward, his mind stirring. He slowly raised his hand.
The wind howled, and sword energy swept across. In the space, a sharp and terrifying sword intent condensed madly. In Lin Feng's hand, a sword of true essence took shape.
She Qiong's brow twitched. He snorted coldly, and an equally terrifying aura burst from him, confronting Lin Feng. Their auras collided and intertwined in the air.
"What terrifying auras. She Qiong's strength should be at the Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm." The crowd felt these two surging forces, their hearts trembling.
"Finally, they are going to clash. She Qiong's strength is formidable." The crowd's eyes were full of anticipation. She Qiong and Lin Feng were both geniuses sifted from among geniuses. Finally, they were going to collide. It was something to look forward to.
However, She Qiong's cultivation was at the Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, while Lin Feng was only at the Second Layer. Although Lin Feng could kill those at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, dealing with She Qiong would likely be a stretch.
The crowd didn't have high hopes for Lin Feng in this battle. As for Yun Feiyang, he was shrouded in mystery. Being able to shake back She Qiong, who was at the Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, meant his strength was also terrifying.
"Enough." At that moment, a voice rang out. The old man who had set up the illusion glanced at Lin Feng and She Qiong and said slowly, "The six of you have done well to survive until now. Adding the eight of the Eight Young Masters, there are fourteen geniuses in total. Now, you fourteen can spar and learn from each other, to see who is stronger."
"Whoever wants to fight can directly challenge their opponent."
The old man said indifferently, causing the crowd's pupils to contract. Whoever wanted to fight could challenge their opponent. These six, plus the Eight Young Masters, clashing with each other—how exciting that would be.
The Eight Young Masters were rarely seen fighting anymore. No one knew how powerful their current cultivation levels had become.
Lin Feng glanced at the old man, his eyes cold. According to Yun Feiyang, the reason he couldn't find Meng Qing, leading to her injury, was all this old bastard's doing. He had done it on purpose.
As if sensing Lin Feng's gaze, the old man coldly added another warning, "Those with weaker cultivation should start by challenging those of lower cultivation. Don't die without even knowing how."
The old man was clearly mocking Lin Feng for his low realm, being two major layers behind She Qiong.
ps: Still two flowers short. Today's fourth chapter is... you know the drill.