Chapter 441: Crown Prince
The light of the full moon spilled over the Xiang River, casting a faint greenish-white luster. The river water continued to flow with a gurgling sound, making the pale light seem to sway within the current.
At this moment, there were no figures left on the Xiang River. Just moments ago, Yue Menghe, Lin Feng, and the others had all departed together.
After they left, the Xiang River fell eerily silent. No one spoke; perhaps many were still digesting the shock that had yet to settle.
What Lin Feng had brought them today was a true impact on the soul, stunning everyone. From the very beginning, when no one had any expectations of him, to killing Ling Tian, unleashing the will of slaughter, wielding the Sword of Slaughter to cut down everything, then giving birth to the Nether Black Lotus to annihilate all—She Qiong died beneath his sword, Chu Qing was incinerated by flames, and then Dapeng Gongzi was torn apart with a single strike.
One by one, powerful figures fell at Lin Feng's hands. He continued to create those miracles; the stronger his opponent, the stronger he became, as if he always had a hidden card to play.
What also shocked the crowd was the appearance of Yue Menghe. The daughter of the Yue Family head, the number one beauty of Snow Moon eighteen years ago, and one of the four geniuses of Snow Moon eighteen years ago—any one of these titles was enough to shake the heart. And Yue Menghe possessed all three.
After disappearing for eighteen years, she had reappeared in Snow Moon, appearing before the eyes of the crowd, for the sake of her son, Lin Feng.
Eighteen years apart, equally brilliant and unmatched in talent—Yue Menghe and Lin Feng were mother and son.
Within Lin Feng's body flowed the blood of the Yue Family. He possessed the bloodline martial soul unique to the Yue Family's direct line: the Nine Dragons Heaven Devouring Martial Soul, a dual martial soul.
This gathering of geniuses in Snow Moon had once again become Lin Feng's stage.
Standing silently and quietly by the banks of the Xiang River, many people cast their gazes toward the river itself. There, a soft sedan chair rested atop the nine-headed flood dragon that lay prostrate on the water's surface. The person inside had spoken only two sentences since arriving and had made no other sound, as if they didn't even exist. Even when Yue Menghe killed the old man right in front of them, they did not speak.
Up until now, the crowd still didn't know who the figure sitting inside was. Was it the monarch of Snow Moon?
A gentle breeze swept across the banks of the Xiang River, merging with the somewhat desolate moonlight, carrying a hint of chill. The silence made the space feel cold.
"Everyone, disperse."
Finally, a faint voice came from within the soft sedan chair. It was very calm, but the tone carried an air of unquestionable authority.
Disperse?
Everyone was to disperse just like that? This meant the gathering was over, pointless now.
Many sighed inwardly. They had wanted to witness a duel between the Eight Young Masters, but it seemed that wouldn't happen now. Of course, for many who had traveled thousands of miles to the imperial city to watch this gathering of geniuses, it was still a worthwhile trip. At the very least, they had witnessed the rise of a future Young Master, one who would slaughter his way across the world.
From today onward, Lin Feng would surely enter the ranks of the Eight Young Masters.
A series of flood dragon roars rang out. With a thunderous crash, the rolling waters of the Xiang River splashed into the air. The nine-headed flood dragon, which had been lying low in the water, shot into the sky, soaring through the void in an instant.
Watching these nine flood dragons, the hearts of the crowd trembled. This person traveled on dragonback; no one knew his true identity.
"The person inside should be the monarch of Snow Moon, right?"
At this moment, on the banks of the Xiang River, someone from the direction of the Luoxia Sect murmured a guess.
"Monarch? I think he looks more like a coward. Lin Feng was so arrogant, and Yue Menghe treated everyone as if they were nothing. She killed his subordinate right in front of him, and you call that a monarch?"
The person beside him sneered in mockery.
"Senior Brother, keep your voice down. Don't let others hear you," the first person said, startled. The identity of the person in the sedan chair was uncertain; they couldn't just insult him casually.
"I'm just stating the truth. What's there to be afraid of? Even if he hears me, the master won't fear him."
That person spoke again, his tone somewhat affected, clearly trying to flatter his master, Gu Chunqiu.
"Enough, all of you shut up." Gu Chunqiu scolded.
"Master, I'm speaking the truth. That person didn't even dare to stand up and say a word; he just hid in the sedan chair the whole time. If that's not a coward, what is it?"
That person raised his voice even further. By now, even those around them could hear his words, and they turned their gazes toward him.
Gu Chunqiu frowned. But at that moment, a thunderous roar from the flood dragon rang out. In the void, an incredibly terrifying, overbearing aura erupted. An endless pressure descended upon the space below, causing everyone's expressions to change. What terrifying pressure.
Gu Chunqiu's face changed drastically. This pressure... how terrifying. Overbearing, destructive, boundless arrogance. At this moment, the person in the sedan chair had shed all his previous silence, replaced by unrestrained arrogance.
"Not good." Gu Chunqiu muttered under his breath. The people of the Luoxia Sect around him also changed color, especially the disciple who had just spoken. His face instantly turned deathly pale, drained of all blood. The endless pressure seemed to fall directly upon him, terrifying beyond measure.
"Chi, chi..."
Faint tearing sounds emerged, as if space itself was being ripped apart. The flood dragon's roars grew more intense. With a slight tearing sound, the soft sedan chair in the void was torn to shreds.
Then, the crowd saw a figure descending headfirst. This person's head pointed toward the ground below, every strand of hair standing on end, fluttering in the void. His face was immensely dignified, and his entire being exuded only overbearing and sharp aura—the aura of a king. Those who followed would prosper; those who opposed would perish.
"Dodge!" Gu Chunqiu shouted. But many people couldn't dodge. Under this pressure, they didn't even have the courage to move. Some even fell to the ground on their backsides, drenched in sweat. The one who had spoken the insults was especially pale, as if suffering from a severe illness, his body convulsing uncontrollably.
This overbearing, boundless beam of light descended in an instant. Tearing sounds rang out. Blood splattered wildly, spraying onto the faces of the surrounding crowd. The person who had uttered the insults had his body torn apart, ripped to pieces alive, split into eight chunks, a bloody mess.
Those around him were also struck by the terrifying residual shockwaves, letting out screams of agony. Unable to withstand the pressure and the kingly momentum, their heart meridians ruptured, killing them.
In an instant, more than half of the Luoxia Sect members were dead. Gu Chunqiu was faster; he flickered to a spot in the void.
Everyone stared at that incredibly overbearing figure, their gazes frozen. How terrifying. This person was too terrifying. Just looking into his eyes felt as if their own eyes would be burned; they were too sharp.
This overbearing figure wore a yellow robe, exuding a kingly, domineering aura, utterly unrestrained. Or perhaps he no longer needed to be unrestrained; he only needed to stand there, and others could feel his kingly aura, as if the world could only accommodate him and no one else.
His sword-like brows twitched. After killing, this figure reversed his body, stepped into the void, and looked at Gu Chunqiu.
"Failure to discipline your disciples—kill!"
As his voice fell, an incredibly terrifying aura of slaughter descended upon Gu Chunqiu, causing his face to fill with terror.
How could this be? How could it be this terrifying, to the point where he didn't even have the heart to resist?
This battle didn't need to be fought. He was certain to lose. All he could think of now was survival.
True essence swirled wildly around his body. Gu Chunqiu flickered backward, retreating, with clouds and mists swirling around him. But at that moment, the overbearing man moved. As he charged toward him, space itself seemed to twist. His body moved so fast that it seemed to sink into the void, leaving only a wild, overbearing spatial current surging violently.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The terrifying voice made Gu Chunqiu's body tremble violently. He wanted to dodge, but he found that no matter how he dodged, the other party seemed to be right in front of him. That shadow had already seeped into his mind.
Never before had anyone given him such a shocking feeling, as if it were imprinted in his mind.
"Chi, chi..."
Blood splattered in the void. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Gu Chunqiu, the sect master of the Luoxia Sect, had his body torn apart. With this, the Luoxia Sect was annihilated—every single member dead.
All because of a single insulting remark, the Luoxia Sect vanished from the world from that day forward. It sounded almost laughable, but it was happening right before their eyes.
Under the crowd's gaze, the overbearing, boundless figure shot into the sky, landing on the flood dragon. His incredibly domineering eyes looked down upon all living beings.
"Eighteen years ago, it was the world of the four of them. Eighteen years later, since a senior has appeared, I will yield to her once. From now on, Snow Moon is mine. I alone am supreme!"
With that, the flood dragon roared and charged away. But the hearts of the crowd continued to tremble violently, all of them thinking of a single name.
"Crown Prince, Duan Wudao!"
PS: Heading out to work overtime...