Chapter 472: A Drop of Blood
"If we're going to gamble, let's gamble with our lives!"
Lin Feng's words struck like a thunderbolt, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble violently. They stared blankly at Lin Feng. This guy was incredibly arrogant—he wanted to gamble his life with the Seventh Envoy.
This Seventh Envoy thought far too highly of himself. In Lin Feng's eyes, what right did he have to use Duan Xinye as an equivalent wager? His words were already an insult and a humiliation to Duan Xinye. Lin Feng had already developed a killing intent toward him.
On the Snow Moon side, many people revealed mocking expressions. Although they were displeased with Lin Feng, when faced with the Seventh Envoy provoking Snow Moon and insulting the princess, they still leaned toward Lin Feng.
No matter how strong the Seventh Envoy was, at best he would be on par with She Qiong, which was already quite impressive. But Lin Feng had killed She Qiong back when he was at the Second Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. Now that he might have broken through to the Third Layer, dealing with the Seventh Envoy, the weakest of the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind, shouldn't be a problem. He would surely cut down the arrogance of these people from the Heavenly Wind Kingdom.
However, the crowd from the Heavenly Wind Kingdom stared coldly at Lin Feng. Lin Feng actually dared to say he wanted to gamble his life with the Seventh Envoy.
Especially the Seventh Envoy himself, whose face was extremely ugly. Although Lin Feng's cultivation level was at most the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, Lin Feng was seated below Duan Wuya, seemingly valued by him. As a genius of the Heavenly Wind Kingdom, the Seventh Envoy naturally understood a principle: truly powerful geniuses could challenge those above their level. He suspected Lin Feng might be one of those who could do so.
"My cultivation is at the Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, and my combat power surpasses ordinary cultivators at that level. His cultivation is at most the Third Layer. Even if he can challenge above his level, he can only defeat ordinary Fourth Layer cultivators. I don't believe he can beat me."
The Seventh Envoy pondered silently, a glint of sharpness flickering in his eyes. Since Lin Feng dared to gamble his life with him, then so be it.
He looked toward Feng Chen and the senior expert from the Dragon Mountain Empire seated at the head of the table. The Seventh Envoy spoke slowly: "Senior, I, as one of the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind, accompanied you on this visit to Snow Moon. I intended to spar for entertainment, but someone has pushed me too far and wants to gamble his life with me. Since that's the case, I have no choice but to accept his wager—gambling with our lives."
"I have no objections." Heavenly Wind Kingdom's prince, Feng Chen, said indifferently. Seeing that Duan Wuya on the Snow Moon side showed no reaction, it seemed he had tacitly approved of Lin Feng's life gamble. If Feng Chen stopped it, wouldn't that be admitting inferiority?
The leading envoy from the Dragon Mountain Empire's gaze flickered as he looked at Lin Feng and Feng Chen. Then he said calmly: "The purpose of this banquet was to allow everyone to discuss martial arts together. Sparring a bit is fine. However, martial artists are not bound by trivialities. Since there is a conflict, fighting to the death is also normal. In cultivating martial arts, why fear death?"
The crowd understood his polite words clearly. He had agreed to the wager between Lin Feng and the Seventh Envoy—a life as the stake. Whoever won would live; whoever lost would die.
The Dragon Mountain Empire had first gone to Heavenly Wind, then diverted to Snow Moon with the seven genius envoys of Heavenly Wind. Their purpose was to see which kingdom's geniuses were stronger. For this upcoming Snow Domain competition, they only wanted the most outstanding experts. The weak would be eliminated. Even if they died, it was not a pity. At least to him, it didn't matter. Those with weak strength had no value; if they died, they died.
Everyone present understood this, but no one would say it out loud.
"Good." The Seventh Envoy nodded heavily, then stared at Lin Feng and said coldly: "I accept the challenge—gambling with our lives."
As the Seventh Envoy's words fell, the air seemed to congeal, becoming exceptionally heavy and oppressive.
"Clang!"
A soft sound rang out. Under the oppressive atmosphere, the melody played by the beauties became slightly chaotic. A string broke, and the music came to an abrupt halt.
With the music stopped, the accompanying dancers also ceased their movements, looking somewhat flustered, unsure of what to do.
"All of you, withdraw." Duan Wuya said lightly. At this moment, no one was in the mood to listen to music.
The women felt as if they had received a pardon and hurriedly left.
The Seventh Envoy's gaze fell on Lin Feng, a cold light shooting directly from his eyes as he stared at Lin Feng.
"You want to gamble with your life. I, the Seventh Envoy of Heavenly Wind, am willing to accompany you."
Standing up, the Seventh Envoy's figure flickered and instantly appeared in the martial arts arena, moving very fast.
"Come on." The Seventh Envoy fixed his gaze on Lin Feng and said coldly.
The crowd from the Heavenly Wind Kingdom all focused their eyes on Lin Feng. The Fifth Envoy even mocked: "You proposed the life gamble, and the Seventh Envoy has accepted. Why are you still sitting there? Could it be that you were just boasting earlier, and now you've lost your nerve?"
Lin Feng swept his gaze over the Fifth Envoy, then slowly stood up. His foot stepped out, and he appeared outside the Star-Gazing Pavilion.
"Boom!"
With a stomp of his foot, a burst of fierce wind erupted, raging through the space and surging violently toward the Seventh Envoy.
"Oh?" The Seventh Envoy frowned slightly, then sneered: "Sure enough, the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. But this aura is much stronger than an ordinary Third Layer cultivator. Still, the Third Layer is the Third Layer. How can you fight me? Your life is as good as mine."
As the Seventh Envoy's words fell, a terrifying aura burst forth from his body—the powerful aura of a Fourth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm expert. In the Seventh Envoy's eyes, there was also a hint of pride.
However, Lin Feng's gaze was calm and cold. He took another step forward, and a momentum condensed in the air, surging forward along with the powerful aura he had just released.
Strong. With this momentum unleashed, the aura on Lin Feng's body became even more terrifying, reaching a level that only peak Mysterious Martial Realm experts could display.
"This Lin Feng has decent talent." The people from the Heavenly Wind Kingdom admitted. Lin Feng was probably a few years younger than the Seventh Envoy, yet he could already release the momentum of a peak Third Layer Mysterious Martial Realm cultivator.
Lin Feng slowly lifted his foot and stepped forward. With a loud rumble, the violent aura rolled and surged. The entire space seemed to be enveloped by Lin Feng's momentum—omnipresent and penetrating everywhere.
Many people from the Heavenly Wind Kingdom frowned. How could this be? Lin Feng clearly only had the cultivation of the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, but after three steps, he had elevated his momentum to a level that only Fourth Layer cultivators could possess. It was terrifying.
"Subtle Realm?"
A voice arose in many people's minds. This omnipresent and penetrating momentum should be the Subtle Realm—subtle and exquisite, possessing myriad changes.
No wonder Lin Feng was so confident. With his cultivation at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm, relying on this momentum, he could fight against Fourth Layer cultivators. But to deal with the Seventh Envoy, it was still not enough.
"It seems we underestimated you. But relying on this strength to gamble for my life is still lacking." The Seventh Envoy sneered, stepping forward. A sharp aura rushed straight at Lin Feng. A hurricane formed with a powerful tearing force, emitting a tearing wind roar.
The Seventh Envoy had made his move.
"If this strength isn't enough, then let me be a bit stronger."
Lin Feng raised his head, and a sword intent began to bloom from his body.
The sword—sharp, capable of destroying everything.
"Rumble!" The space roared. When Lin Feng took another step forward, the crowd's hearts trembled violently.
Such strong sword intent. Such strong killing intent.
With this step, Lin Feng's body erupted with endless slaughter aura, shocking the crowd's hearts.
Lin Feng transformed into a sword of slaughter, charging toward the Seventh Envoy. Around his body, there was only sword intent and slaughter.
The Seventh Envoy, who had turned into a hurricane, also stiffened. The howling of the hurricane seemed to weaken slightly, wavering unsteadily under this terrifying sword dao slaughter.
A seed of fear spread in the Seventh Envoy's heart. How terrifying. At this moment, Lin Feng was too terrifying. This slaughter sword dao would tear apart his hurricane and kill him.
"I can't move forward anymore." A voice appeared in the Seventh Envoy's mind. The hurricane stopped, the wind seemed to cease, and then reversed direction.
But the sword had already been drawn, and the slaughter had already fallen. The sword was like a brilliant flash of light.
"Not good."
Many of the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind stood up directly, their gazes fixed. Then they only saw a flash of slaughter sword light streaking through the space. The wind stopped. When the spinning hurricane halted, the Seventh Envoy's body reappeared in the crowd's sight.
"Drip!"
A soft sound rang out. The crowd saw a drop of blood fall from the Seventh Envoy's body. Under the moonlight, on the smooth ground, that touch of crimson red was so shocking.
"Since we're gambling with our lives, I'll take yours."
A voice echoed through the space. Lin Feng stood at the edge of the Wuyashan cliff, his back to the Seventh Envoy. As his words fell, the Seventh Envoy's body slowly collapsed to the ground—dead.