Chapter 334: The Mysterious Person Appears
On the night of the full moon, above the Xiang River.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed on that figure, the young silhouette standing proudly in the void.
He had killed Ling Tian, enraged for the sake of his beloved, vowing to hunt down She Qiong across heaven and earth. He fought alone against She Qiong and one of the Eight Young Masters, Chu Zhanpeng, his pride soaring to the heavens. And now, before the eyes of all, before a million spectators, he commanded the powerful old man at the Fifth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm to get lost.
On the ground, among the crowd of the Snow Moon Holy Academy, Lin Qian raised her head, gazing at the proud figure in the void. She had lost count of how many times she had sighed inwardly.
If only her family had not looked down on Lin Feng back then, if only she, Lin Qian, had truly treated Lin Feng as a younger brother instead of insulting and despising him every time, how proud the Lin Clan of Yangzhou City would be today.
Lin Feng's glory should have been shared by the Lin Clan of Yangzhou City. He should have become the clan's eternal pride. But now, all of that was gone forever.
For the first time, Lin Qian felt such complex emotions. She actually regretted it—regretted looking down on Lin Feng in the past.
The shock Lin Feng gave her was too intense, so intense that her mind went blank.
Now, even Dapeng Gongzi could no longer do anything to Lin Feng. Only Lin Qian truly understood how terrifyingly fast Lin Feng had grown. Two years ago, he was still just a waste.
In the Yue Clan, someone else shared similar thoughts to Lin Qian, sighing endlessly in their heart.
Yue Qingshan, the clan head of the Yue Clan, looked at the unrestrained figure in the void. That was his grandson, his own grandson. If he were in the Yue Clan, standing in the void alongside Yue Tianming as brothers, who could rival them?
Within five years, Lin Feng and Yue Tianming could stand at the pinnacle of Snow Moon.
At this moment, the old man's face was ugly, twisted with cold fury. Lin Feng had told him to get lost, in front of a million people, demanding he scram.
She Qiong and Chu Zhanpeng both stopped. The Netherworld Lotus drifted back in front of Lin Feng, hovering silently. The space fell into a dead silence, without a single sound.
"Good, good, very good..." The old man's killing intent flickered. He said "good" three times in a row, his murderous aura blazing.
Lin Feng's killing will surged to the heavens as well, without fear, only icy coldness. He had said it—today, no one could stop him.
If he truly became enraged, then everyone could just die.
Lin Feng did not want to use the Demonic Sword. It was too terrifying, and it would backlash against him, turning him brutal and bloodthirsty. If the Demonic Sword controlled him, he would become a tool of slaughter. Even ignoring these horrifying side effects, if he used the Demonic Sword, everyone would know, and countless experts would target him, all wanting to seize the Demonic Sword within his body.
But if he truly had no choice, Lin Feng would spare no cost. He would rather go on a killing spree and then flee far away, leaving Snow Moon behind, so no one could find him.
"Tell me, how should I deal with you?" The old man stared at Lin Feng, speaking coldly. In his eyes, Lin Feng was already a dead man.
No matter how strong your talent was, since you were an enemy, the stronger you were, the more you had to be killed.
Having lived for so many years, the old man naturally understood one principle: the more talented the enemy, the sooner you had to kill them. If you waited too long, you wouldn't be able to kill them.
Geniuses shone the brightest, but they also fell the fastest, because they were easily schemed against. If others feared them, they would stop at nothing to kill them first.
"Deal with me?" Lin Feng's pupils were cold, his killing will rolling.
"Kill him."
At this moment, She Qiong spoke from behind the old man. Kill Lin Feng—he had to kill Lin Feng. Today, She Qiong had completely lost face, suppressed and humiliated by Lin Feng. If the old man hadn't intervened, he would have already lost his life. If Lin Feng wasn't killed, She Qiong would never be satisfied.
"This brat is arrogant, looking down on everyone and showing no respect for his elders. He deserves to die."
On the ground, Duan Tianlang's voice also rang out, demanding Lin Feng's death.
"Kill him. How dare he insult this gathering of geniuses? He deserves death."
"This brat must be killed!"
Voices rose one after another. The Yu Clan, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, the Dugu Clan, and other terrifying forces all called for Lin Feng's death. They all wanted him dead.
Lin Feng's gaze swept across the crowd, his pupils merciless. Those people all wanted him dead.
The crowd on the ground, hearing these calls for death, sighed inwardly.
What use was unparalleled talent? Without a powerful background to back him up, once he aroused jealousy, he would easily fall.
This was a merciless world, an unreasonable world. Strength reigned supreme. There were no principles, no rules. All constraints and rules could be broken as long as you had the power.
This gathering was a meeting of geniuses, a grand event in Snow Moon. There should have been rules. But now, Lin Feng had stolen the spotlight too much and offended too many people. So they all wanted him dead, to break those rules.
Lin Feng stood alone, appearing somewhat desolate. Even though his talent surpassed many of the Eight Young Masters.
Everything depended on strength.
"What a pity!"
The crowd looked at the proud figure in the void, sighing in their hearts. What a pity for Lin Feng. Standing alone, he would likely fall today—the fall of a genius.
So many people wanted Lin Feng dead, yet no one stepped forward to speak for him. No one dared.
Only Meng Qing stood there, her whole body icy cold, a bone-chilling coldness in her eyes. If they wanted to kill Lin Feng, she would spare no cost to destroy this group of people.
"Did you hear that? Everyone wants you dead."
The old man stared at Lin Feng, a mocking smile flashing in his eyes. Lin Feng was doomed.
Lin Feng smiled. Everyone wanted him dead? Then let everyone die.
A boundless, icy killing will burned on his body. Lin Feng radiated anger, radiated defiance.
"If you want me dead, then come and kill me." Lin Feng spat out a bone-chillingly cold voice. At the same time, Meng Qing's body moved slightly forward, and a similarly extreme cold aura was released from her.
Feeling the killing intent from Lin Feng and Meng Qing, the old man only sneered. So what if their killing intent was strong and their cold aura dense? Without power, without background, Lin Feng was destined to die.
"Fine, I'll grant your wish." The old man uttered a cold voice, and his body moved.
Seeing his body flicker, Lin Feng's merciless pupils closed slightly. His soul sensed the trembling Demonic Sword within his body.
"Ruffian."
Just as Lin Feng was about to act, a voice rang out in the void. It was not loud, but everyone heard it clearly.
As the voice fell, by the banks of the Xiang River, amidst the vast sea of people, several colorful silk ribbons suddenly flew toward the sky. These silk ribbons seemed endless, shooting straight into the void.
"What's going on?"
The crowd's eyes froze on the rising colorful silk ribbons. The old man's gaze also froze, because those silk ribbons were heading straight for him.
As if sensing the sound of the silk ribbons breaking through the air, Lin Feng's eyes opened, and he was stunned for a moment.
Colorful silk ribbons?
A very familiar scene. That day, in the Longing Forest, when Yu Chou wanted to kill him, at the most critical moment, these colorful silk ribbons had appeared, crippling Yu Chou.
And now, when he faced danger again, the colorful silk ribbons appeared once more, shooting toward the old man.
It seemed as if someone was deliberately helping him, Lin Feng.
Very strange. Lin Feng's eyes showed confusion. The colorful silk ribbons instantly reached the old man. The old man let out a cold shout, swinging his palm like a blade, cutting the silk ribbons that reached him. But at the same time, countless silk ribbons appeared around the old man, connecting the ground and the sky, forming a bridge, extremely dazzling.
"Who is it?"
The crowd's gazes turned, searching through the crowd. Finally, an empty space cleared. There, many figures of women in plain clothes stood. The colorful silk ribbons were blooming from their hands.
In the center of these people was a graceful figure, dressed in white robes, as pure and holy as snow. Just looking at this figure, one could sense her unparalleled elegance.
However, this figure wore a bamboo hat on her forehead. The edge of the hat was adorned with white gauze, and within the gauze, a perfect silhouette was faintly visible.
"Who is she?"
Everyone's gaze fell on this person. Just now, she had been surrounded and blocked by those women in plain clothes, so no one had noticed her. But now, everyone sensed her extraordinary aura—transcendent, otherworldly, with a beauty that surpassed everything. That holy radiance was somewhat similar to Meng Qing's.
PS: Hmm, I deliberately wake up early every day to update a chapter, but brothers don't seem to like morning updates. Not a single flower...