Chapter 438: The Death of a Young Master
"What a terrifying martial soul."
Dapeng Gongzi possessed the Dapeng martial soul, and speed was what Chu Zhanpeng excelled at most. But after Lin Feng's martial soul merged, a purple light shot out from the Azure Dragon's head—endless and faster than lightning. Paired with Lin Feng's wind-like figure, Dapeng Gongzi was instantly caught up, bound and buried by the purple light.
"Chi, chi..."
A sharp, piercing sound rang out. The restraints binding Chu Zhanpeng were being violently torn apart. Within the purple light, a terrifying sharp force churned wildly.
In a very brief moment, all that endless purple light was annihilated.
But it was precisely in that fleeting instant that Lin Feng's figure arrived. An endless, dark killing aura replaced the purple light. Just as Chu Zhanpeng broke free from his bonds, he saw a devastating sword of slaughter sweeping toward him with rolling force—fast, too fast for him to dodge. He could only defend.
"Haah!"
Chu Zhanpeng roared in fury. Wild, domineering true essence surged upward. The eerie Dapeng wings, sharp beyond measure, swept toward the sword of slaughter descending from the void.
"Boom!"
"Chi, chi!"
Terrifying ripples exploded in the air. Lin Feng's sword tore through the Dapeng martial soul. A wisp of crimson blood splattered. Dapeng Gongzi let out a pained, shrill cry. A surge of terrifying true essence shot forward, while his body used the recoil force to retreat wildly, trying to escape.
"Zhanpeng!"
From the direction of Hao Yue Sect, Chu Qing shot into the air, charging recklessly toward Lin Feng and Chu Zhanpeng with incredible speed.
But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't match the speed of Lin Feng's sword.
Lin Feng's killing intent soared to the heavens. The sword of slaughter annihilated everything. He took a step forward, and the Azure Dragon roared. The terrifying true essence that came crashing down all struck the Azure Dragon. Lin Feng took no damage. The sword of slaughter swung out once more.
"Chi, chi..."
Lin Feng's sword still cut through everything. Blood splattered again. Another scream echoed through the void. Dapeng Gongzi was drenched in blood, his eyes bloodshot. His wings and true essence could no longer support his flight, and his body began to descend.
Just as Lin Feng was about to swing his sword of slaughter again, Chu Qing's figure arrived. From below, he charged upward, carrying a terrifying surge of true essence, rolling toward Lin Feng to blast him to death.
"Die!"
Chu Qing roared, his fist intent like a blade, reaching Lin Feng's feet. His pupils were filled with nothing but killing intent.
"Wind!" Lin Feng seemed completely oblivious to Chu Qing's incoming attack. His body was steeped in nothing but endless slaughter. He trembled slightly, becoming like the wind—gentle and drifting.
The terrifying aura swept past Lin Feng's side. Chu Qing's body continued to rise, instantly level with Lin Feng. There was no way to stop his attack.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng spat out a low shout. Beneath the full moon, afterimages appeared—Lin Feng's figure.
As for Lin Feng's true body, it brushed past Chu Qing, as if they were two strangers passing by.
Yet when Lin Feng crossed Chu Qing and continued toward the falling Chu Zhanpeng, a destructive force spread across Chu Qing's body, annihilating everything.
Chu Qing lowered his head and looked at his chest. There, a dark lotus flower had directly seeped into him. Black flames burned at his chest, which was already consumed to nothing.
"Ahhh..."
A scream of utter misery and terror trembled through the void. Then, the stunned crowd watched as Chu Qing's body turned into black flames, burning. That destructive fire directly incinerated Chu Qing's chest, then consumed his entire body.
"How terrifying."
Everyone's gazes froze. Their hearts pounded violently. Hao Yue Sect's sect leader, Chu Qing, had just been burned to death by Lin Feng's black lotus flames?
Several members of Hao Yue Sect stood up, staring blankly at the flame in the void. In just an instant, Chu Qing's body was completely reduced to ashes, vanishing without a trace. In the space, there was only silence.
Dead. The Hao Yue Sect's sect leader was dead, just like that.
And it wasn't over yet. After Lin Feng pressed the dark lotus into Chu Qing's body, his killing aura remained. He stepped down through the air, and the sword of slaughter fell from the sky.
The destructive dark beam was dazzling under the full moon's light. The sword of slaughter swept down. Chu Zhanpeng's descending figure trembled violently. His eyes held shock, fear, disbelief, and regret—countless complex emotions.
But nothing could be undone. Chu Zhanpeng, one of the Eight Young Masters, had been so dazzling. He never would have thought that the day he stepped into Cloud Sea Sect and demanded they hand over an ant at the Qi Martial Realm would become the fuse for his death, step by step dragging him into the abyss.
Back then, that ant at the Qi Martial Realm was so insignificant. But now, it had killed him. A generation's genius had fallen. The sixth of the Eight Young Masters was dead.
"Plop!"
A soft sound rang out. Chu Zhanpeng's body fell into the Xiang River, splashing a bit of water. His blood stained the river red for only a moment before his body and blood were carried away by the swift current, gradually fading into the distance.
With that, father and son Chu Qing and Chu Zhanpeng were both obliterated by Lin Feng.
The members of Hao Yue Sect stood stiff and trembling. Dead. The sect leader was dead. The young sect leader, Chu Zhanpeng, was dead too. Hao Yue Sect was finished.
And there was no one to seek revenge. Who would dare to take revenge on Lin Feng? Even the sect leader, Chu Qing, had been killed in an instant.
The crowd stared at the figure standing proudly in the void, feeling as if they were in a dream. This miracle youth had once again brought them a shock to the soul, perfectly performing his glory and conquest.
After today, Lin Feng would join the ranks of the Eight Young Masters, and at least ranked sixth.
Ling Tian was killed. She Qiong was killed. Chu Qing was killed. And Chu Zhanpeng, the sixth of the Eight Young Masters, was also killed by Lin Feng. There was no reason left to stop Lin Feng from entering the Eight Young Masters.
From the direction of Snow Moon Holy Academy, Duan Tianlang's gaze was stiff, icy cold as he stared at Lin Feng in the void. He hadn't died. Even like this, they hadn't killed Lin Feng.
And this guy was actually her son.
Luo Xue Gongzi's expression was equally grim. He had originally thought to avenge his sect junior, Bing Yuan, by killing Lin Feng. But now, he couldn't muster even a shred of that thought. Kill Lin Feng? Without a doubt, if they fought, he would be the one killed by Lin Feng.
Beside Luo Xue Gongzi stood Lin Qian. Her beautiful eyes were filled with endless disappointment.
Dead. Chu Zhanpeng, her only support, was dead.
And it could be said that Chu Zhanpeng's death was entirely her fault. If not for her, Chu Zhanpeng would never have known Lin Feng, never have become his enemy, and naturally wouldn't have kept trying to kill him, leading to today's fall.
Because of her, the Lin family had collapsed, and a generation's genius had been expelled from the clan. Because of her, Hao Yue Sect was now finished—completely and utterly finished.
With the sect leader dead and Dapeng Gongzi killed, Hao Yue Sect no longer posed much of a threat to many. It would likely soon fall apart, with people scattering, and be replaced or even swallowed by other rising sects.
But Lin Feng didn't have such complicated thoughts. He only knew one thing: anyone who wanted him dead would be killed.
His body trembled. Lin Feng stepped through the void and returned to the old man bound by the colorful silk ribbon.
The old man's face was pale, his breath weak and bloodless. His eyes were filled with endless regret.
Why had he meddled? In the end, he had angered her—the woman who had shaken Snow Moon eighteen years ago. He understood very well that no one could save him now. Not even the person in the soft sedan could, and in fact, wouldn't even bother.
The old man knew exactly what kind of person sat in that sedan. His life or death meant nothing in that person's eyes.
That was someone who would rather betray the world than let the world betray him. Whoever betrayed him would die a miserable death.
The old man only hated himself. He had never imagined that Lin Feng would be her son. Everything was a cruel twist of fate.
Lin Feng arrived before the old man, his gaze icy, his killing intent sharp.
"You bullied me for having no power or background, making things difficult for me at every turn, helping She Qiong deal with me. I, Lin Feng, was only allowed to lose, never to win. But now, your life is in my hands. What do you have to say?"
Lin Feng looked at the old man and asked coldly. If not for this old man blocking him from finding Meng Qing, she wouldn't have been injured.
PS: Brother 67, you show up and immediately send a big gift. Do you have to be this fierce? You guys are too wicked...