Chapter 445: Breaking the Formation
Two years ago, the four major powers—Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, Snow Moon Holy Academy, Hao Yue Sect, and Ice and Snow Mountain Villa—joined forces to annihilate Cloud Sea Sect.
The elders of Cloud Sea Sect, along with Sect Leader Nan Gong Ling, all sacrificed their lives in battle to protect Lin Feng, a scene both tragic and desolate. Blood dyed the Life and Death Platform area of Wind Cloud Gorge red. When Lin Feng later stepped onto that ground with Meng Qing, all he saw were endless corpses and a setting sun as red as blood.
From that moment on, Lin Feng, holding the Stone Ring of Cloud Sea Sect's Sect Leader, bore a responsibility: to revive Cloud Sea Sect and to seek revenge.
Everyone in Cloud Sea Sect had died for him, Lin Feng. How could he, once his strength grew, forget their kindness? That day's blood-red setting sun, Lin Feng remembered it clearly, every detail.
What was owed would be repaid, sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.
Now, his cultivation had broken through to the Second Layer of Profound Martial Realm, but with his various powerful divine abilities, killing someone at the Third Layer of Profound Martial Realm was effortless, and dealing with a Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm expert was no problem either.
Coupled with the powerful legion under his command, and the people Yue Menghe had cultivated over the years, the time had come for Cloud Sea Sect to shine once more.
As for those with blood on their hands, not one would escape. What was owed would eventually be repaid.
Lifting his head, Lin Feng glanced upward, as if seeing Old Man Kong's deep eyes, Old Man Bei's gentle smile, and Nan Gong Ling's stern face. Some debts of gratitude could never be erased from the mind. Back then, Lin Feng was just a young man in the Spirit Martial Realm, but Old Man Kong and Old Man Bei willingly gave their lives for him. With Old Man Kong's mysterious Shadow Martial Soul, he could have definitely escaped, but he didn't. He died protecting Lin Feng.
And Old Man Bei, sparing no effort, brought Lin Feng to the stone hall on the mountain wall, then turned back and went to his death generously. Scene after scene replayed in his mind.
"Duan Tianlang!"
A name surfaced in his heart. Above the firmament, Duan Tianlang's figure flickered in and out of sight. Lin Feng's eyes were filled with nothing but coldness.
Duan Tianlang was someone Lin Feng had to kill, unforgivable.
And Snow Moon Holy Academy—it shouldn't exist in this world.
Yue Menghe, hearing that Lin Feng was willing to take over her forces, revealed a smile. In Snow Moon, there were many who wanted Lin Feng dead. The more power Lin Feng had in his hands, the more security he had. As long as those few didn't make a move, Lin Feng would be fine.
"Xiao Feng, I currently have thirty-six people under my command. All of them are proficient in Array Dao. They can combine in groups of six to form six sets of formations, or in groups of four and nine to arrange four or nine formations. Among these, the four-nine combination—four people per formation, nine formations total—with the nine palaces converging into one, is their strongest combat power."
Yue Menghe introduced them to Lin Feng. From now on, these people would be Lin Feng's forces, so he naturally needed to know their capabilities.
Lin Feng was somewhat shocked. Thirty-six people, all skilled in Array Dao, could form a single grand formation. The killing power would be more than just doubled.
"When I first chose to teach them formations, it was for two reasons. First, formations allow their strength to multiply when they fight together. Second, they themselves have no attachments, their hearts are pure like children, and they treat each other like sisters, making them very suitable for Array Dao."
Yue Menghe said with a smile. "Xiao Feng, you can go and experience it now."
"Alright." Lin Feng nodded, then lifted his foot and stepped toward a certain sandy area. There, six white-clad figures sat on the ground in a circle, their eyes closed, with faint, peculiar lights emanating from their bodies.
In the quiet desert, there was no sound of wind. Lin Feng's footsteps slowly approached the six. When he was still ten meters away, Lin Feng set one foot down, and immediately felt a sharp, cold wind sweep over him, making him shiver involuntarily.
In this windless desert, a biting wind suddenly arose, the chill sinking deeper into his bones.
But Lin Feng didn't stop. He continued forward, and the cold grew more intense. The biting wind lashed against his body, and the surrounding yellow sand began to swirl, rising in spirals, like small tornadoes.
A killing intent spread out, invading Lin Feng.
Lin Feng's steps froze. This killing intent was so pure—true killing intent, not something artificial.
"Boom!"
Violent sand and dust shot into the sky. The small tornadoes converged into a terrifying whirlwind, swirling and dancing around Lin Feng. He could no longer see anything else, only these monstrous whirlwinds surrounding him.
"Killing Formation!"
Lin Feng's eyes trembled, his gaze sharp. At the same time, a terrifying aura of slaughter burst forth from his body, without any mercy or reservation. This aura of slaughter shot straight into the sky, and everything around him roared with the fury of killing.
Using slaughter to stop slaughter—that was the martial way.
This terrifying aura of slaughter rolled and roared, and the fierce whirlwinds seemed to lose their murderous edge, weakening, as if suppressed by Lin Feng's intent to kill.
Just then, the killing intent receded like a tide. The wind grew fainter and fainter. Soon, the whirlwinds disappeared entirely, and everything around returned to calm.
The quiet desert sand lay still, and the six figures remained seated in place, as if they had never moved at all.
"Young Master's intent to kill is very strong—true, pure slaughter, much more intense than the killing intent in our illusion. If this battle continued, we would surely lose."
At that moment, one of the six, a young woman, opened her eyes and spoke, her voice crisp.
"Chun Feng, don't spare his feelings. If it came to a real fight, with the strength he just displayed, he would definitely lose."
Yue Menghe walked over with a smile and glanced at Lin Feng.
Seeing a hint of defiance in Lin Feng's eyes, Yue Menghe chuckled and added, "Xiao Feng, don't doubt it. Those six whirlwinds just now were only the beginning of the killing formation. If Chun Feng and the others combined forces, transforming into the formation itself, merging the six killing whirlwinds into one, the strength you just showed wouldn't be nearly enough."
A contemplative look appeared in Lin Feng's eyes. If the six killing whirlwinds merged, perhaps his displayed strength would indeed fall short. But would he lose?
"Of course, if you go all out without holding back, you would still win."
Yue Menghe added another remark, giving Lin Feng a better understanding of their strength. He would need to use his full power just to defeat this six-person team, and there were thirty more. This showed how formidable Yue Menghe's forces were.
In these eighteen years, Yue Menghe must have invested countless efforts to build such a powerful force.
"Mother, perhaps you could let them go all out," Lin Feng said, the corners of his mouth curling into a confident smile, which made Yue Menghe pause for a moment before she said, "Alright, Chun Feng, let the Young Master see your full strength. You know what to do."
"Understood." Chun Feng smiled at Yue Menghe. Soon, the terrifying killing whirlwinds reappeared, rolling sand and dust surrounding Lin Feng within the formation.
"That kid Xiao Feng is still too young, too confident in his own strength. Maybe he needs some tempering—a setback would do him good."
Yue Menghe murmured with a smile.
"Lin Feng will win," Meng Qing, standing beside Yue Menghe, said softly, making Yue Menghe's gaze freeze. She turned to Meng Qing and asked, "Do you have that much faith in Xiao Feng?"
"I believe in him more than I believe in myself. If he says he wants to try, he will definitely win."
Meng Qing's confidence came from the heart, causing Yue Menghe to shake her head with a smile. "Meng Qing, you trust him too much."
Of course, Yue Menghe was also happy that Meng Qing believed in Lin Feng.
"Puff, puff, puff..."
Yue Menghe's smile was still on her face when she heard six puffing sounds. The whirlwinds suddenly stopped, and the six figures were sent flying.
This scene froze Yue Menghe's smile on her face. Then she saw Lin Feng's figure reappear before her, standing calmly, as if nothing had happened.
"It seems my understanding of my son is not as good as yours."
Yue Menghe smiled wryly at Meng Qing. Lin Feng had won, and won so quickly, breaking the formation in just a moment.
Turning her gaze, Yue Menghe smiled at Lin Feng and asked, "Do you also understand Array Dao?"
"En." Lin Feng nodded in acknowledgment. During his seclusion in Yangzhou City, he had studied Array Dao for a period of time. This whirlwind formation was not complicated and could be broken easily.