Chapter 490: The Game
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"Ten thousand deaths?" Lin Feng stared at the other party, sneering. "Then before I die, shouldn't you tell me who you really are?"
"I'll tell you when you're dead." The man still refused to reveal his identity. In Snow Moon, they had always remained in the shadows, known to few. They were Snow Moon's most mysterious legion, the royal family's guardian legion. In this legion, everyone was an elite expert of the Mysterious Martial Realm.
The Snow Moon royal family had stood unshaken for many years, not only because of the royal bloodline's own strength, but also because they possessed this legion's power to eliminate all rebels.
"Lin Feng, as the commander of Yangzhou City, leading troops into the imperial capital is an unforgivable crime. You and this legion all deserve death." The middle-aged man continued coldly. "After I kill you, I will reorganize them. Anyone who refuses to submit to Snow Moon will be killed, no matter how many, not a single one will remain."
"What an overbearing tone."
Below, everyone looked up at this middle-aged man. She Qiong's father. She Qiong's strength was already formidable, and this man was She Qiong's father, the one behind those five Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer experts. So his strength must surpass the Fifth Layer, reaching the Sixth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm?
At this level of cultivation, any single layer was extremely difficult to cross, and the difference in strength was enormous. The Sixth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm was far more powerful than the Fifth Layer.
They were also guessing who this man was. Duan Tianlang had already been in awe of those five Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer experts, so this man's status must be even higher?
Even the Celestial Wolf King had to be respectful before him. They couldn't imagine what kind of identity carried such authority.
Royal affairs remained so mysterious. Many things were unclear and unfathomable to outsiders, leaving them only to guess.
In the past, they thought the Third and Fourth Layers of the Mysterious Martial Realm were already formidable, but with Lin Feng's rise, one expert after another appeared before them. More and more geniuses emerged, and now, experts of the Fourth and Fifth Layers of the Mysterious Martial Realm could appear before them at will. Even someone stronger than the Fifth Layer was present now.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot agree with your words. Now, they are no longer a legion but members of a sect—the Cloud Sea Sect. And I, Lin Feng, am not standing here as the Crimson Blood Marquis, but as the Sect Leader of the Cloud Sea Sect. In the past, Duan Tianlang led his forces to destroy my Cloud Sea Sect. Now, as its Sect Leader, I revive the sect and demand blood for blood. What is wrong with that?"
Lin Feng shouted sternly at the middle-aged man, his voice trembling, causing many to narrow their eyes. Indeed, if Lin Feng, as the Sect Leader of the Cloud Sea Sect, led his sect members into the imperial capital to seek revenge against Duan Tianlang, it was perfectly reasonable. Grudges in the martial world had nothing improper about it.
"Besides, who do you think you are? Hiding your identity, not even daring to say who you are. You decide my guilt? Do you have the right?"
Lin Feng shouted coldly again, his indifferent gaze clashing with the other's eyes, refusing to yield. Even if his cultivation was weaker, his momentum could not be weak.
The fearless have no fear. If it came down to a life-and-death struggle, who would live and who would die was still unknown.
Lin Feng understood that there was no point in arguing. Strength reigned supreme; strength was power and reason. In the end, everything depended on strength. He, Lin Feng, had no reason to be weak. Even if you groveled, the other party would not let you go.
Sure enough, as Lin Feng's words fell, a powerful spatial airflow formed around the other man's body, extremely terrifying, faintly emitting a whistling sound like a roaring flood dragon.
But Lin Feng did not look at him anymore. Instead, he turned his gaze to the man beside him and sneered coldly. "You haven't told me your identity yet. He won't say it, so you will."
The man's face stiffened, his body trembling slightly. The sharp, killing sword energy in Lin Feng's hand had never left his throat for a moment. He had several thoughts of breaking free but abandoned them all because he felt Lin Feng's aura constantly enveloping him. If he moved even slightly, Lin Feng would immediately sense it and kill him. So he dared not move until now, when Lin Feng pressured him again.
She Qiong's father's eyes also fell on him, flashing with cold light. Instantly, the oppressive feeling in his heart grew stronger, as if two great mountains were pressing down on him simultaneously.
He knew very well that their identities were not to be exposed easily. It had always been the rule. So they had always existed in the shadows of Snow Moon. Even if they appeared occasionally, it was only for a flash, like this time. If they killed Lin Feng, they would soon disappear from the crowd's sight. Before long, people would forget them. But unfortunately, not only had they failed to kill Lin Feng, but they were also surrounded and pressured by Lin Feng and his men.
"Do you know the consequences of speaking?" She Qiong's father said coldly, making the man's face extremely ugly. If he didn't speak, Lin Feng would kill him. If he did, She Qiong's father—his commander, She Huan—would not let him off. Either way, it seemed like a dead end.
"If you don't speak, I'll kill you now."
Sure enough, a cold voice came from Lin Feng's mouth, making his face even uglier.
"Commander!"
The man looked at She Huan with a hint of flattery, as if hoping She Huan could give him a way out.
"He doesn't dare kill you. If he kills you, the crime of rebellion will see me exterminate his ten clans." She Huan said coldly, causing the man to show a trace of doubt as he looked at Lin Feng.
"I'll give you ten breaths."
Lin Feng said calmly.
"If you speak, you know the consequences. He's just threatening you. I said he doesn't dare kill you, so he doesn't dare." She Huan spoke again, as if playing a game with Lin Feng.
"As long as he dares to kill you, I will immediately strike and kill him. Everyone here is a witness."
She Huan's words were not directed at that man; his gaze was fixed on Lin Feng, threatening him.
"Seven breaths left."
Lin Feng said indifferently, ignoring She Huan entirely.
She Huan's powerful aura surged wildly, firmly locking onto the space, especially the aura falling on Lin Feng—wild and restless, very terrifying. The man Lin Feng was threatening also clearly felt this terrifying aura. He had a glimmer of hope in She Huan. With such a terrifying aura, perhaps it could intimidate Lin Feng and prevent him from acting.
"Four breaths."
Lin Feng said indifferently again. The man's face stiffened. She Huan's aura grew more intense, filled with wildness, as if the moment he spoke, She Huan would kill him. And if he didn't speak, Lin Feng would act, and She Huan would kill Lin Feng.
"Two breaths."
As Lin Feng's words fell, the man's face hardened, and he gritted his teeth. If he didn't speak, under this aura, he would surely die if he did. If he didn't, perhaps Lin Feng wouldn't dare kill him.
Silence. Still terrible silence.
"Foolish."
When the ten breaths were up, Lin Feng's mouth revealed a strong sneer. The terrifying sword energy at his fingertip shot forward, and the finger-sword landed on the other's throat, emitting a faint, sizzling sound.
The man's pupils suddenly contracted, his wide-open eyes filled with endless terror. Without any unnecessary words, Lin Feng's fingertip sword pierced his throat.
Lin Feng, didn't dare kill?
Foolish? Why was his choice wrong?
"If he truly cared about your life, he wouldn't have threatened me. Since he was already going to kill me, why should I care about such a threat?" Lin Feng said indifferently, causing the man's gaze to freeze as he looked at She Huan. Sure enough, She Huan didn't move, didn't even look at him, as if his death didn't concern She Huan at all. She Huan only cared about Lin Feng's death.
His eyes couldn't close. The man's body fell from the void. A powerful existence at the Fifth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm was dead, killed by Lin Feng.
"I have to say, I admire your courage." She Huan said expressionlessly, his killing intent thick.
"But before absolute power, even courage is nothing but a dead end."
At this moment, terrifying aura surged wildly from She Huan's body, rushing toward Lin Feng, true energy rolling.
"Your power may be strong, but calling it absolute—you're not qualified!" Lin Feng spat out a word. "Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Sword Formation, assemble!"
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