Chapter 429: Slaughter
"Do you regret it?"
Lin Feng looked at Ling Tian standing opposite him and spoke indifferently, causing Ling Tian's expression to stiffen.
"Ridiculous. What would I, Ling Tian, have to regret?" Staring at Lin Feng, Ling Tian's eyes released a sharp edge.
"I don't know you. Back then, you were just passing through Yangzhou City, yet you killed my city's soldiers and told me that if I wanted revenge, I should come to the Imperial City to find you. Now, I'm here."
Seeing Ling Tian's expression, Lin Feng knew he had never cared about it at all, let alone the word regret. The only thing Lin Feng could do was slay him and let him know the despair of death. Perhaps, before dying, he would regret it.
"You've come, standing before me, only to deliver yourself to death." Ling Tian's expression was cold as he looked at Lin Feng and said, "I originally had no intention of killing you, but since you're seeking death, I, Ling Tian, will grant your wish."
As he spoke, a sword shadow whistled. Behind Ling Tian, a sword directly left its sheath and shot into the sky.
Ling Tian reached out his hand, and the long sword reversed direction, flying straight into his palm.
The sword shimmered with a cyan light, and it was as slender as autumn rain.
"Grant my wish?" Lin Feng sneered, his killing intent converging, sword aura raging wildly. In his hand, a true essence sword condensed, sword aura coiling around Lin Feng's body, howling madly.
"In front of me, you dare to use a sword?" Ling Tian took a step forward, his entire body seeming to transform into a sharp sword, rolling toward Lin Feng.
"Whether I dare or not, you'll see." Lin Feng also stepped through the void. The meaning of the sword was all he had now—in his eyes, in his heart, there was only the sword. The man was the sword, and the sword was the man.
"Such terrifying sword intent!" The crowd was secretly shocked. Both of them used swords. There was none of the terrifying aura that She Qiong and Yun Feiyang's battle had, which made space churn, but Ling Tian and Lin Feng's battle possessed that peerless sharpness. This sharpness was the sharpness of life-taking, without terrifying presence, but if struck by it, there would only be destruction.
Two swords trembled in the void, slashing forward. A faint, sharp whistling sound rang out—not terrifying, but piercing and harsh. Above the void, two streaks of sword light, set against the full moon, were desolate and cold.
Water-like swords, desolate swords, pouring out all their splendor.
A wheel of sword light bloomed brilliantly in the air. The harsh, piercing whistling grew stronger. Ling Tian spun his body and retreated. Lin Feng also dodged the rampaging, colliding sword light.
This exchange favored neither side. Both of their swords were equally sharp and terrifying.
Gazing at each other through the void, the arrogance at the corners of Ling Tian's mouth grew thicker. He said to Lin Feng, "Your sword is not bad, able to contend with my sword. At least it's a sword of subtlety, perhaps even man and sword as one. Unfortunately, your cultivation level is there, lower than mine. In terms of swordsmanship, I won't be inferior to you either. In this battle, you are still doomed to die."
Ling Tian's expression was haughty. From his words, it was as if Lin Feng was no match for him at all and posed no threat.
"Did you defeat me?"
Lin Feng looked at Ling Tian with a hint of coldness and a hint of mockery. Where did Ling Tian's arrogance come from?
"No, but it's no different from defeating you. That sword just now was only an initial sword, a probing strike. And you barely managed to block it." Ling Tian coldly stared at Lin Feng and slowly said, "The next sword will be the sword that kills you!"
That sword just now was merely Ling Tian testing Lin Feng!
The crowd sighed inwardly. Ling Tian's strength needed no further explanation—it was terrifying.
Earlier, in the illusion, when he killed others, he had only done so casually, never using his full strength.
"Then use your strongest sword. I'm waiting for you to kill me."
Lin Feng said lightly, causing Ling Tian's gaze to sink. Lin Feng was telling him to use his strongest sword and wait for him to kill him.
This Lin Feng was still so arrogant, looking down on everything, ignoring Ling Tian's words.
Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, a cold light flickering.
"You're so eager to die. I'll grant your wish."
Ling Tian said arrogantly, raising the cyan fine sword in his hand again. A trace of chilling cyan light flickered on the blade.
"This sword of mine is the Polar Light Sword. It can pierce through everything, unstoppable. You should be proud to die under the Polar Light Sword Dao."
As Ling Tian's words fell, the cyan light flickering on his sword grew more and more dazzling, extremely fine yet eerie and eye-catching.
The light on the sword continuously bloomed forward, the fine light heading straight for Lin Feng.
Light, polar light. Ling Tian's sword was like light.
As fine as light, as bright and dazzling as light, and as swift as light.
"I'll let you see it once, so you can die with your eyes closed." Ling Tian said indifferently. His body suddenly inverted, and his sword pointed down at the Xiang River below. Instantly, a fine cyan beam of light bloomed from the sword, then vanished instantly, as if it had never appeared.
A faint, hissing sound reached the crowd's ears, causing them to frown. What was that? They only saw a beam of light, then nothing. Was this sword the Polar Light Sword?
The crowd didn't even feel anything, didn't even know what had happened.
"Hiss!"
A light sound came from the water of the Xiang River. The crowd was startled, all looking at the river. Then, under their stunned gazes, a beam of light shot up from the river water, splashing a hundred meters high. Beside the water column, the river water crazily churned and surged, emitting a rumbling sound. The place where the sword had landed seemed to boil, shaking people's hearts.
"Such a terrifying sword!" The crowd's eyes were dazed. They hadn't even seen this sword clearly, didn't even know what had happened. If they had blinked, they might have thought Ling Tian hadn't even struck. But the destructive power this sword caused was so terrifying, so stirring.
Polar Light Sword, extreme light, terrifying.
Seeing the crowd's expressions, Ling Tian was very satisfied with this effect. He turned his gaze and looked at Lin Feng again.
"Like this, you can die with your eyes closed, right?" Ling Tian said lightly, his eyes full of pride. He wanted Lin Feng to fear, to make Lin Feng regret.
Ling Tian's junior sister also revealed a smile. The Polar Light Sword was fast to the extreme, like light. This sword was simply unstoppable. Many people couldn't even see the sword before being killed. Even at the moment the sword struck, they still couldn't feel they were about to die. Only when the destructive power of the Polar Light Sword exploded inside their bodies would they perish.
Ling Tian wanted to see Lin Feng regret and fear, even kneel and beg for mercy like Jiang Shan. However, from Lin Feng's eyes, he saw neither of these emotions, not at all. What Lin Feng's eyes held was only calm, a terrifying calm, as if he hadn't even seen his sword just now.
"Are you done playing?" Lin Feng's lips moved, and an extremely indifferent voice came out of his mouth, freezing the smile in Ling Tian's eyes and freezing the crowd's eyes as well.
Playing?
Lin Feng said Ling Tian was playing?
"If you're done playing, then die!"
Lin Feng spoke again. As his voice fell, a terrifying aura of slaughter burst forth from his body.
Slaughter, thorough and complete slaughter aura, without any impurities. On Lin Feng's body, there was only the will to kill.
He raised his hand. True essence and slaughter aura roared together. Rolling true essence converged. In the void, in Lin Feng's hand, a chilling black color appeared.
This rolling, roaring black color converged into a sword, a black sword, the sword of slaughter.
"A black sword!" The crowd's pupils contracted. A terrifying dark color, a chilling sword. Even more terrifying was that Lin Feng at this moment was like a god of slaughter, his entire body filled with nothing but slaughter.
This slaughter aura descended wherever it reached, penetrating and trembling in people's hearts, causing the hearts of those around the Xiang River to pound wildly, trembling incessantly.
"The continent is vast, and geniuses are many. You are not the only one with a trump card. You, Ling Tian, are just a pitiful person who looks down on everything."
Under the crowd's stunned gaze, Lin Feng's pupils also gradually turned pitch black. Carrying a sky-high slaughter aura, his body moved, moving toward Ling Tian.
Ling Tian's heart trembled violently, uncontrollably. This slaughter Lin Feng was so terrifying.
Biting his lip lightly, Ling Tian stepped forward, his body like a shadow of light. The Polar Light Sword was as fast as a shadow of light, like a beam of light.
But at this moment, the Polar Light Sword could no longer display its brilliance. The sky-high slaughter sword was about to devour everything.
"Kill!"
A low shout came from Lin Feng's mouth. In the heaven and earth, there was only slaughter. Everything else ceased to exist. Slaughter destroyed everything, conquered everything.
"Boom!" The Polar Light Sword was intercepted mid-path by the slaughter, colliding with the rolling slaughter. However, even though the polar light possessed terrifying penetrating and destructive power, in the face of endless slaughter, it could only be devoured and annihilated.
This endless slaughter aura was unstoppable, leaving Ling Tian only with his despairing face.
PS: What's going on today? I can't understand it...