Chapter 431: A Despicable Strike
The crowd's eyes were fixed on the two figures in the void, their gazes filled with intense excitement. Lin Feng was arrogant, domineering, and killed without hesitation.
She Qiong had verbally insulted Lin Feng's woman, and Lin Feng, for the sake of his beloved, swore that no matter where, above or below, he would slay She Qiong.
At this moment, She Qiong had not anticipated Lin Feng's sudden attack, nor his terrifying speed. Though Lin Feng was at the Second Layer of the Profound Martial Realm, his speed was not only no slower than She Qiong's Fourth Layer but even seemed to surpass it.
Lin Feng's body drew closer and closer to She Qiong, and the killing intent descending upon him grew stronger and more terrifying.
"No good. If this continues, when his Slaughter Sword swings down, it will cut me down." She Qiong's heart turned cold. This killing aura was too intense, as if it contained the Sword Dao Will. If it struck him, no matter how powerful his cultivation, he would be torn apart by the Slaughter Sword and die without a doubt.
"Flood Dragon!"
With a low shout, his true essence erupted violently. On She Qiong's body, the phantom of a flood dragon flickered in and out of sight, roaring as if it had possessed him, ready to burst forth from his form.
"Flood Dragon Fist Intent!"
She Qiong roared in anger, unleashing the Flood Dragon Fist Scripture. The flood dragon possessing him spread from his body, winding along his arm. As his arm punched out, a flood dragon attached itself to his fist, howling as it charged toward Lin Feng. At this moment, She Qiong no longer retreated but stepped forward instead.
Rumbling, explosive sounds echoed as the Flood Dragon Fist Intent seemed to shatter the very space.
Lin Feng's pupils were as cold as ice. He made no unnecessary moves—only one sword, a killing stroke.
Everything else was illusion. At this moment, Lin Feng was nothing but slaughter.
Kill, kill, kill—slay all who stood before him. Anyone who dared insult Meng Qing or toy with her would die.
This killing intent was endless, pure to the extreme, as if in this world, there was only slaughter.
The moonlight remained desolate, as desolate as water, but the crowd no longer felt it. They only sensed the rolling will of slaughter, the terrifying will to kill.
Lin Feng, at the Second Layer of the Profound Martial Realm, could actually unleash such a dreadful killing intent. How deep must his comprehension of the Sword Dao and the Dao of Slaughter be?
With the Slaughter Sword, he crossed two major realms to battle She Qiong.
In the void, the old man who had set up the Nine Palaces Trapping Dragon Formation watched Lin Feng, his expression darkening. He had underestimated Lin Feng. This kid's talent was terrifying. This fierce killing will was something even those far stronger than Lin Feng might not possess.
In the direction of the Snow Moon Holy Academy, Duan Tianlang and Dapeng Gongzi sat together, their faces unpleasant, especially Dapeng Gongzi's. Lin Feng's strength seemed to have exceeded his expectations.
He suddenly felt that things were not as simple or as smooth as he had imagined.
Lin Feng's strength was already enough to fight against a Fourth Layer Profound Martial Realm expert.
Among the Falling Cloud Sect, Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, Dugu Family, and others who held grudges against Lin Feng, their expressions were ugly. Many of them had watched Lin Feng grow step by step. Now, he could battle a Fourth Layer Profound Martial Realm cultivator. If given three more years, or five, what would become of him?
They dared not think about it. True geniuses rose in just a few short years. Before you knew it, they had already crossed too many thresholds. Just like Lin Feng—two years ago, a youth who had just broken through to the Qi Martial Realm and stepped into the Spirit Martial Realm entered the imperial capital. How many dared to imagine that two years later, he would stand on the Xiang River, killing Ling Tian with a single sword strike, his killing aura shaking a million onlookers?
"Lin Feng must be killed early. He cannot be kept."
This thought arose in many hearts again, growing stronger. Leaving Lin Feng alive was too dangerous.
Only in the direction of the Yue Family did the white-haired elder at the lead have a complicated expression.
Every time he saw Lin Feng's terrifying talent, he couldn't help but think of her. No wonder they were mother and son. Lin Feng and she were very alike!
The same terrifying talent, the same stubbornness and arrogance. Once they set their minds on something, no matter where, above or below, they would see it through, and no one could stop them.
The Slaughter Sword slashed out a black chasm, colliding with the flood dragon fist released from She Qiong's body. Space was torn apart, filled with violent, destructive energy. The air churned and trembled.
A terrifying aura erupted. The Slaughter Sword split the flood dragon and continued to devour She Qiong, as if nothing could stop the sword's killing intent. Lin Feng's wind-like body also crossed directly through the violent, destructive space, charging at She Qiong. His very being was like a sword—nothing but slaughter.
She Qiong's face darkened immensely. He roared, unleashing another wave of rolling Flood Dragon Fist Intent, while his body frantically retreated. He couldn't let Lin Feng get too close. Too close, and this killing intent could destroy him at any moment, taking his life.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng coldly spat out another word. The Slaughter Sword slashed out again, swallowing the flood dragon, step by step forcing She Qiong back.
Before Lin Feng's terrifying killing intent, She Qiong, a Fourth Layer Profound Martial Realm cultivator, was actually at a disadvantage.
This scene made the crowd feel somewhat incredulous. She Qiong's strength was already formidable, yet in battle with Lin Feng, he was so embarrassed and battered.
"Roar!"
A maddened roar shook the space. Behind She Qiong, a terrifying flood dragon phantom appeared, fierce and majestic, staring at Lin Feng.
She Qiong was forced to release his martial soul.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng paid no heed to the flood dragon. Another dark, destructive radiance bloomed. The sword slashed out again, mercilessly.
She Qiong's face was dark. His entire body was filled with wild, savage energy. The flood dragon bared its claws and fangs.
"Merge!" A terrifying demonic light swirled unceasingly over his body. On She Qiong's form, demonic patterns emerged—patterns of the flood dragon.
At this moment, She Qiong seemed to be transforming into a demonic beast, truly possessed by the flood dragon.
"Only by truly transforming into a flood dragon can the Flood Dragon Fist Scripture unleash its greatest power." She Qiong's eyes were like those of a demon or devil. He raised his head, let out a wild howl, and his entire body was filled with savage, demonic energy.
"Kill!"
"Roar..."
She Qiong roared in fury. The flood dragon soul howled. His arm was completely covered in flood dragon patterns. He punched out, and within the fist intent, the shadow of a flood dragon pounced forward, clawing at Lin Feng.
"Boom..."
The Slaughter Sword and the Flood Dragon Fist clashed once more. In that space, a terrifying dark light burst forth, instantly engulfing both She Qiong and Lin Feng. Their figures were swallowed by that destructive dark radiance. The collision had been too fierce, too powerful.
The crowd felt suffocated, their eyes fixed on the void above. This was a clash between geniuses. The destructive power was too terrifying.
She Qiong had merged with the flood dragon soul. Lin Feng had nothing but slaughter, to slay everything, determined to fulfill his promise: no matter where, above or below, he would kill She Qiong.
"Dapeng, go kill Lin Feng."
On the banks of the Xiang River, in the direction of the Snow Moon Holy Academy, Duan Tianlang's gaze was icy cold, his killing intent sharp. He spoke lightly to Chu Zhanpeng, causing Chu Zhanpeng's gaze to stiffen slightly as he looked at Duan Tianlang with some confusion.
"She Qiong will lose this battle. Go now and slay Lin Feng. Otherwise, if you fight Lin Feng one-on-one, it will still be a fierce battle, and you might not even win for sure."
Duan Tianlang stared at Chu Zhanpeng and spoke slowly. Although Chu Zhanpeng had broken through, his strength was the same as She Qiong's—Fourth Layer of the Profound Martial Realm.
She Qiong was the youngest commander of the Imperial City's Forbidden Army. With his current cultivation and techniques, he could definitely enter the ranks of the Eight Young Masters. Even Chu Zhanpeng, ranked sixth, might not necessarily win against She Qiong in a fight.
Lin Feng could suppress She Qiong, meaning he had the strength to fight Dapeng Gongzi.
"Now is the best chance to kill Lin Feng. If you miss this opportunity, you'll have to face him head-on, and then you'll have even less of a choice."
Duan Tianlang continued to persuade. Chu Zhanpeng's gaze flickered, hesitant. Having him kill Lin Feng at this moment was undoubtedly taking advantage of the situation, and in front of so many people, his face couldn't bear it.
But, as Duan Tianlang said, if he fought a fully-powered Lin Feng, with that killing intent, he might not win for sure. If he lost to Lin Feng, that would be even more shameful.
"Kill!" At this moment, Lin Feng's shout came from the void. The rolling, roaring, terrifying killing aura burst forth with ten thousand feet of black light. She Qiong's body shot backward, his face pale, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He had lost. She Qiong had been defeated by Lin Feng. Lin Feng was too terrifying.
"Lin Feng must die!" Chu Zhanpeng saw this, gritted his teeth, and the wind howled. The great roc's wings sliced through the void, letting out a sharp screech.
"Lin Feng, fight me!" Chu Zhanpeng shouted loudly. The great roc's shadow soared into the sky, charging directly at Lin Feng, causing the crowd's pupils to contract violently.
PS: Brother shlaogen, Commander, the fourth Commander of Martial God. He has always silently supported Martial God. Thank you and remember it! This chapter is an extra update, but because of Brother shlaogen's reward, I owe even more—29 chapters. Crying.