Chapter 436: Execute
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"Who is she?"
An extremely intense curiosity arose in the hearts of many. Who was this person, daring to be so arrogant, to look down on everything?
Among the crowd by the Xiangjiang Lake were powerful families like the Yue Clan, the Yu Clan, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, the Dugu Clan, and others. Not a single one of these forces was easy to deal with. Yet, despite this, the mysterious woman stood aloft in the void, telling Lin Feng to kill as he pleased, to slay that old man at the Fifth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm.
She even ignored the person in the soft sedan chair being pulled by nine flood dragons in the waters of Xiangjiang Lake.
How could such a person not shock the crowd?
"She still has that temperament," Yue Qingshan murmured to himself, his eyes incredibly complex. The figure in the void was his daughter, a genius who had already shaken the Snow Moon Kingdom eighteen years ago.
But now, even though she had come, she treated him, her father, like a stranger.
Seeing the old man oppressing Lin Feng with his status earlier, everyone had a background, had power and influence—everyone except Lin Feng. That was why he was bullied. She could no longer hold back and finally made her move.
Her arrogance was meant to tell everyone, and to tell Lin Feng, that he too had power and backing. He didn't need to fear anyone.
Hearing the mysterious woman's domineering words, Lin Feng stared intently at her. That strange yet familiar feeling grew stronger and stronger.
Why was she helping him? And was she from the Longing Forest?
If she really was from the Longing Forest, she might very well be its master—the most beautiful woman in the Snow Moon Kingdom eighteen years ago, the extraordinary woman who had fallen out with her family for the sake of her beloved.
"Do you... know me?" Lin Feng asked the mysterious woman, unable to suppress his curiosity.
The mysterious woman's heart trembled. How could she not know Lin Feng? How many people in the world wouldn't recognize their own biological son?
Behind the light veil covering her eyes, watery light flickered. The mysterious woman nodded affirmatively. Know him? Of course she did.
"First, settle matters here. I will tell you everything," the mysterious woman said to Lin Feng, suppressing the tremor in her heart. She tried to control herself, making her voice sound calm.
"Alright." Lin Feng suppressed his curiosity and nodded. It seemed there were many hidden circumstances here, things that might not be explained in a short time.
"Kill those who deserve to be killed, fight those who need to be fought. Don't worry about anything. Today, whoever dares to interfere with you, I will kill them," the mysterious woman said, sweeping her gaze over the crowd below. At this moment, her eyes were no longer gentle as water but filled with overbearing dominance.
Whoever dares to interfere, kill them!
No backing? She wanted Lin Feng to know, wanted everyone to know, that her son was someone no one dared to look down on, no one could humiliate.
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded heavily. Below, the Yu Clan, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and the other major forces were all formidable opponents, arrogant and reckless. But now, with the mysterious woman speaking, not a single person dared to interrupt. Clearly, these people likely knew who she was. They were all cautious, fearful, not daring to speak recklessly.
Turning his gaze, Lin Feng's eyes fell on She Qiong and Chu Zhanpeng. The intent to kill surged forth fiercely once again.
She Qiong—he would be executed, whether in heaven or on earth. As for Chu Zhanpeng, not only did he have deep enmity with Lin Feng from before, but today he had also shamelessly ambushed him. Today, Lin Feng would make even Dapeng Gongzi fall.
Taking a step forward, Lin Feng arrived before She Qiong. This time, he no longer needed to hold back. He didn't want any more restraints or concerns. In his eyes, there was only... kill!
The space roared as rolling killing intent charged toward She Qiong, causing She Qiong's pupils to contract.
His gaze stiffened, and She Qiong's face turned ugly. It was all because of that mysterious woman. Who was she to stand up for Lin Feng, to bind the old man and declare that Lin Feng could kill as he pleased?
The flood dragon martial soul once again manifested behind She Qiong. The wariness in his eyes was extremely intense. Lin Feng was indeed stronger than him. If the old man hadn't intervened earlier, She Qiong would likely have been killed by Lin Feng already.
"Dapeng Gongzi, let's join forces," She Qiong said, glancing at Chu Zhanpeng not far away.
Chu Zhanpeng's expression turned serious as he nodded. He, too, was curious about who this mysterious woman was, to possess such deterrent power that even those below dared not speak.
"Kill!" Lin Feng roared, and the rolling killing intent surged into the sky. Taking a step forward, his body flickered like the wind, charging toward She Qiong. His first target remained She Qiong. He would kill She Qiong first, then deal with Chu Zhanpeng.
"Roar!" The flood dragon roared as She Qiong stepped forward. A flood dragon phantom seemed to burst out from his body, colliding with Lin Feng's killing intent. The heavens and earth rumbled.
"Dapeng!" She Qiong roared. Chu Zhanpeng understood his meaning perfectly. Behind him, the Dapeng martial soul phantom appeared. His entire being seemed to transform into a great roc, its massive wings spreading wide as it flickered, streaking across the sky and charging toward Lin Feng in an instant.
"Scram!" The surging purple serpent phantom rushed out wildly. At the same time, Lin Feng's true essence flames gathered frantically. In his hand, another dark Nether Lotus bloomed, which he directly hurled at Chu Zhanpeng.
A terrifying aura of annihilation spread out. The dark lotus was instantly wrapped in purple light, charging toward Chu Zhanpeng and forcing him back. Meanwhile, Lin Feng stepped forward, advancing without hesitation. No one could stop him from killing She Qiong.
The rolling killing intent grew stronger, fiercer, without end.
"Die!" With a furious roar, the terrifying killing intent seemed to reach a critical point, cutting through everything. Rumbling sounds echoed continuously. No one could block this killing force. Lin Feng kept breaking through She Qiong's defenses, charging toward him.
Looking at the black sword, She Qiong's face grew uglier and more twisted. Stronger—Lin Feng seemed to grow stronger with each battle. This killing intent felt as if it would pierce the heavens, advancing without retreat.
Lin Feng was determined to kill She Qiong. No one could stop him. His killing intent was born from his heart, moved with his heart—not cultivated, but understood. Lin Feng's killing intent was one that would execute its target whether in heaven or on earth.
She Qiong had to die. This was Lin Feng's killing obsession, his killing will. As long as the will remained, nothing was indestructible.
"Crack!" It was as if something in the heavens and earth had shattered. The sword of killing broke through all restraints, slashing toward She Qiong, causing a look of despair to flash in She Qiong's eyes.
Was he about to die?
She Qiong, once the youngest commander of the Imperial Guard, a cultivator of the Flood Dragon Fist Scripture who had reached the powerful Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, considered highly talented throughout the entire imperial family—was he now going to be obliterated by Lin Feng at this Snow Moon Genius Gathering?
Remembering how he had told Meng Qing that Lin Feng was inferior to him in both strength and status, a hint of self-mockery appeared in She Qiong's heart. The person he had looked down on was now going to execute him, whether in heaven or on earth. And at this moment, Lin Feng was indeed about to kill him.
With eyes wide open, She Qiong watched the destructive black sword of killing descend. Then, everything stopped. Life vanished. All that existed would cease to be.
Lin Feng had fulfilled his promise to Meng Qing: to execute She Qiong.
"Dead..." The crowd stared at the figure in the void, feeling their hearts convulse. Another genius had fallen, killed by Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's eyes remained merciless. His killing will was still as terrifying as ever.
With a thought, the purple light wrapped around the mass of pitch-black Nether Lotus and returned to his side, leaving the crowd feeling somewhat incredulous. Lin Feng could control that dark lotus with just a single thought. What kind of technique was this? They couldn't understand it.
Of course, they didn't know that Lin Feng had cultivated the Remnant Soul Heaven Art, splitting his soul into countless remnant souls. By now, Lin Feng had already split off ten thousand remnant souls. The purple light entwining the dark lotus was Lin Feng's remnant souls fused into it. Thus, with just a thought, he could control the dark lotus.
"Now, it's your turn," Lin Feng said slowly, holding the Nether Lotus in his hand. Chu Zhanpeng's eyes narrowed slightly as he sneered, "I have the Dapeng martial soul, granting me incredible speed. How do you plan to kill me?"
"Those with martial souls aren't limited to just you," Lin Feng uttered faintly. Then, a series of azure dragon roars echoed through the space. Behind Lin Feng, the head of an azure dragon appeared.
A martial soul—another martial soul.
Seeing this martial soul, everyone's gaze froze completely!
PS: Thirty chapters owed... Damn, the readers' tips this month have been too fierce. I can't keep up!