# Chapter 452: Despair Spreads
Nona was also shocked by Lin Feng's finger strike. Lin Feng actually possessed such strength — she had never imagined it.
It seemed that Lin Feng was from a prominent family in the city, out here in the wilderness for leisure, and had happened to encounter her and the Desert Wolves, leading to everything that followed.
"How interesting!"
A mocking voice interrupted everyone's thoughts. The Desert Wolf's second young master was still seated on his horse, chuckling softly: "I didn't expect you to have some cultivation. But these people of the Blackwood Tribe are truly useless."
Lin Feng was momentarily stunned by his words, then smiled and shook his head. This second young master of the Desert Wolves was truly an irredeemable waste — he couldn't even recognize the power contained in that single finger strike.
"Wolf Fang, take a few men and kill him together." The Blackwood Tribe leader's gaze turned cold as he spoke again.
Wolf Fang was the strongest warrior of the Blackwood Tribe besides the leader himself, with strength reaching the Fourth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm. His weapon, a wolf-tooth club weighing over three hundred jin, could shatter a person's body with a single swing.
Bare-chested, Wolf Fang rested his wolf-tooth club on his shoulder, imposing and majestic, his bell-like eyes fixed intently on Lin Feng.
"No need for others. Killing him — I, Wolf Fang, am enough."
Wolf Fang said coldly, striding toward Lin Feng with large steps. After a few steps, he was directly in front of Lin Feng.
Without any hesitation, Wolf Fang's club swung straight down at Lin Feng's head, carrying a terrifying whistling wind. The Blackwood Tribe members all stared at that enormous wolf-tooth club — surely Lin Feng couldn't survive this blow.
But at that moment, the crowd felt their eyes blur. The wolf-tooth club swung down but didn't hit Lin Feng. Lin Feng had vanished from his original position and appeared beside Wolf Fang, standing right next to him.
"Boom!"
The wolf-tooth club smashed into the ground. The tremendous force of the impact pulled Wolf Fang's body forward, and the crowd only saw him lurch downward before collapsing face-first onto the ground, never to rise again. Traces of blood spread through the yellow earth, staining the ground red. This scene finally made the Blackwood Tribe members' hearts tremble violently.
The tribe's number one warrior, Wolf Fang, was dead. And they hadn't even seen clearly how he died. But there was no doubt — Wolf Fang died at Lin Feng's hands, in that very instant.
"If you want to kill me, come at me together. One or two aren't enough to watch."
Lin Feng spoke indifferently, making the Blackwood Tribe members' eyes all fix on him. He was telling them to come at him together.
The Blackwood Tribe leader stared fixedly at Lin Feng but hesitated to give the order.
"Useless. Send a few men to kill him and grab the woman."
The Desert Wolf's second young master grew impatient, speaking coldly. Lin Feng's gaze shifted, and a terrifying cold gleam burst from his eyes, sharp as a blade, making the second young master's heart tremble violently. In that moment, he felt as if a sword had landed on him.
"Second Young Master, I'll go take his life right now and seize that woman for you to enjoy."
With several rumbling sounds, a few warhorses charged toward Lin Feng. But at that moment, a terrifying killing intent suddenly descended upon the space. The horses charging at Lin Feng all froze, their front hooves raised — the horses stopped, afraid to rush at Lin Feng.
The crowd saw a flash of light, and then they watched Lin Feng's figure vanish from his original position, appearing elsewhere — right in front of the man who had insulted him and Meng Qing.
"Hm?"
That man saw the coldness in Lin Feng's eyes and trembled all over. Then, as if realizing something, he looked downward. He was on horseback — how could Lin Feng, standing on the ground, be at the same level as him?
Following Lin Feng's body downward, when that man discovered the truth, his heart began to race wildly, and his eyes were filled with sheer terror.
Because at this moment, Lin Feng was floating in mid-air. Floating in the air — that meant at least the terrifying existence of the Mysterious Martial Realm.
"Thump, thump..."
The sound of his heartbeat was faintly audible. The man's body trembled violently on the horse, his eyes shifting wildly. Mysterious Martial Realm, Mysterious Martial Realm — that was the only thought in his mind.
Not just him — everyone else also saw Lin Feng's floating figure. All of them stopped what they were doing, their gazes frozen in place.
Lin Feng was a Mysterious Martial Realm expert? Such a young Mysterious Martial Realm?
The Blackwood Tribe leader stared at Lin Feng. He had asked his tribe's people to kill a powerful Mysterious Martial Realm existence? And such a young one at that.
Regret. Endless regret suddenly surged in the Blackwood Tribe leader's heart. Only now did he truly recall his daughter Nona's words — Lin Feng had never intended to run away from the start, otherwise he wouldn't have followed her back to the Blackwood Tribe. This also meant that Lin Feng was not afraid of the Desert Wolves at all.
Ridiculously, he, the Blackwood leader, had never thought of that. After hearing Black Mountain's news about offending the Desert Wolves, all that remained in his mind was how to make the Desert Wolves forgive him, how to flatter them. He had Lin Feng watched, he tied up his own daughter Nona and handed her over to the Desert Wolf's second young master. But in the end, he discovered that the Lin Feng he wanted to deal with was even stronger than the people he was flattering. Originally, Lin Feng should have been a guest of his tribe.
Yet the reality was this ridiculous.
He feared a weakling, and for that weakling's sake, he wanted to kill the strong man Lin Feng, who could have been on his side.
The Desert Wolf's second young master and the others all stood frozen in place. Lin Feng — Mysterious Martial Realm, such a young Mysterious Martial Realm.
"What did you say just now?"
Lin Feng finally spoke again, looking at the man who had insulted him and insulted Meng Qing, speaking coldly. That man's body trembled uncontrollably as he looked at Lin Feng, shaking his head repeatedly: "I... I didn't say anything."
"Nothing at all?"
A hint of a smile appeared in Lin Feng's eyes, a smile that was exceptionally brilliant. Terrifying killing intent suddenly spread out, making the man's body jolt violently as he fell backward, knocked back by Lin Feng's aura.
"Kill!"
A single word emerged from Lin Feng's mouth. A flash of light streaked through the air and fell. At the man's brow, a blood mark directly appeared. When he fell to the ground, his eyes were still open, but after twitching a few times, he lay motionless.
"Thump, thump..."
The hearts of the others pounded as they watched the instantly slain figure and Lin Feng standing in the void.
"Swish, swish..."
Several more lines of blood shot out. The men who had charged out together earlier, who wanted to kill Lin Feng, all fell from their horses. What the crowd had seen was only a flash of sword light — they hadn't even seen the sword itself.
Warhorses neighed and fled wildly. But whoever tried to escape was met with a flash of sword light, and then their bodies fell from their horses, their lives ended.
Fear. The space was filled with nothing but fear.
Everyone looked at Lin Feng in terror as he slowly rose into the air.
Just now, they had looked down on Lin Feng. But now, they raised their heads, looking up at Lin Feng in the void. Lin Feng was as dazzling as the sun.
"You want to kill me?"
Lin Feng traced his arm through the void. Sunlight poured down as if transforming into swords. Several figures didn't even have time to scream before they flew out with a crash, killed by a single sword strike.
"You insulted Meng Qing?" Lin Feng took a step forward and swung his palm again. Another sword light descended, accompanied by splattering blood. The people of the Desert Wolves died one by one.
Lin Feng kept swinging his arm, using his hand as a sword. Every time his arm swung down, someone was inevitably slain.
The Desert Wolf's second young master realized that the people around him were growing fewer and fewer, killed one after another, continuously decreasing.
At this moment, Lin Feng standing in the void was like a baleful star, a god of slaughter — he spared no one, killing them all.
The Blackwood Tribe members stared in shock at the scene before them. Their mouths hung open, but they were too terrified and horrified to speak.
In just a short moment, it was as if Lin Feng had done nothing at all. But of the hundred-plus men the Desert Wolves had brought in force, only the second young master remained — alone and isolated!