Chapter 510: Lightning Martial Soul
After saying this, Ruo Lanshan's body retreated to the side, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He did not blame Lin Feng for his rudeness at all.
In fact, after hearing Lin Feng's words, he greatly admired Lin Feng—his courage, his boldness, his talent, and more importantly, Lin Feng possessed a heart that charged forward without hesitation. No matter how strong the opponent, no matter how formidable their background, if he could not kill them, how could he achieve greatness? How could he attain martial dao?
Facing the Heavenly Wind Kingdom's prince and the many experts of the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind, Lin Feng showed not a trace of reverence, no fear, no dread—only cold, murderous intent. Such a person often achieves martial dao, continuously climbing toward its peak.
Thus, Ruo Lanshan no longer intervened, allowing Lin Feng and the people of Heavenly Wind Kingdom to fight it out, letting them settle their grievances themselves.
Since Ruo Lanshan was no longer concerned, the people of Star Dream Pavilion naturally would not get involved either. This had nothing to do with them, so they also withdrew to the side.
As for Duan Wuya, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he stepped aside, unconcerned.
Only the people of Heavenly Wind Kingdom remained standing opposite Lin Feng, their faces cold, their eyes filled with chill as they stared at him.
Lin Feng's earlier words had completely disregarded them, as if they were merely stepping stones on his path to becoming a strong cultivator, and he would trample over their bodies to ascend.
"I'm surprised you actually dared to come directly and kill," Feng Chen said, staring at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng did not reply. He took another step forward, releasing a heart-shaking aura that seemed to tear through space itself—howling, cold.
Aside from Feng Chen and the Second Envoy of the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind, the others all felt their bodies tremble slightly, a deep chill running through them.
The cold aura emanating from Lin Feng made them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. It was terrifying. If Lin Feng had the opportunity and the strength, he would absolutely kill them without any mercy. Lin Feng had come here with the resolve to kill.
"I'm also surprised you didn't roll back to Heavenly Wind," Lin Feng said indifferently.
A surge of killing intent burst forth—sharp as a sword, chilling to the soul, intent on slaughtering everything, destroying everything.
Feng Chen's expression stiffened slightly as he looked at Lin Feng in surprise. Killing intent—Lin Feng's strength and talent truly impressed him. He was formidable, rarely matched in Heavenly Wind Kingdom.
Unfortunately, Lin Feng was from Snow Moon Kingdom and had become his enemy—an irreconcilable enemy that could only end with one side's death.
"You are too arrogant, too overconfident. You are not the only genius," Feng Chen said, his robes fluttering as a cold current was released, clashing against Lin Feng's killing intent with a rustling sound.
Many people's eyes narrowed slightly, then relaxed. This was the first time Feng Chen had revealed his power—very strong, at the Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm.
However, they were not too surprised. As the leader of Heavenly Wind Kingdom's delegation, how could Feng Chen be weak? He had simply been hiding it all along.
"Your Highness, let me handle this battle," the Second Envoy said, stepping forward to stand beside Feng Chen. His cultivation was the same as Feng Chen's—Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, far above Lin Feng. He did not believe that with his strength at the Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, he could not deal with mere Lin Feng.
Feng Chen glanced at the Second Envoy, then nodded slightly, stepping back to give him the position.
He wanted to see how Lin Feng would fight against the Second Envoy, who was at the Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm.
After all, the Second Envoy's martial soul was extremely violent and ferocious.
Lin Feng faced the Second Envoy, unchanged, his gaze cold, gradually turning pitch-black. In those dark pupils, there was only coldness and ruthlessness. At this moment, Lin Feng seemed to have become a different person.
"This is a divine ability technique, or... a martial soul!"
Lin Feng stared at the Second Envoy, simply watching him. Those merciless pupils were like bottomless abysses, with no end in sight.
"Let's fight. I've wanted to kill you for a long time," the Second Envoy said indifferently. That night at the imperial city banquet, Lin Feng had challenged each of the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind, humiliating them all, even killing a few. When Lin Feng challenged him, he had wanted to kill Lin Feng, but Ruo Lanshan had stopped him.
"It's not too late for you to kill me now," Lin Feng said coldly, his killing intent suddenly surging, shooting toward the Second Envoy. This killing intent was almost tangible, extremely terrifying.
Lin Feng had also seen the Second Envoy's cultivation—Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, which was within his expectations.
However, Lin Feng showed no fear, no dread—only the will to fight. His battle intent soared to the heavens. If he could not fight someone at the Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, could not battle, how could he leave Snow Moon Kingdom? How could he participate in the Snow Domain Grand Competition? How could he pursue the peak of martial dao in this merciless world?
Fight, everything depended on fighting. Apart from his killing intent, Lin Feng's body was filled with an endless fighting spirit, burning fiercely.
"It's not too late to kill you now."
Seeing Lin Feng's killing intent surging toward him, the Second Envoy stepped forward. Instantly, a dazzling purple light burst forth, and the air crackled with popping sounds.
A thunderclap roared, and that wisp of killing intent was directly annihilated. The crowd looked at the Second Envoy, their eyes all narrowing.
At this moment, the Second Envoy was bathed in lightning, as if the god of thunder had descended.
The Second Envoy's martial soul was actually the rare lightning martial soul, with powerful, violent and ferocious attack power, extremely formidable.
"Lightning martial soul!"
Lin Feng's gaze froze for a moment, a cold light flickering in his eyes. His killing intent remained undiminished. He raised both hands and directly slashed out a sword strike through the air. Rumbling sounds echoed continuously, as if space itself was being cut open, leaving a dark trace.
"Go!" the Second Envoy pointed, and endless lightning crazily surged toward the sword strike Lin Feng had unleashed, coiling around that terrifying gray sword light.
"Sss... crack..."
The sword qi tore through everything, the lightning rampaged without cease. The destructive killing sword continued downward, severing the lightning beams coiling around it, its destructive aura directly rushing toward the Second Envoy.
The Second Envoy clasped his hands together, lowering his head slightly, his eyes closed, as if in devout prayer, like a follower of lightning.
In his clasped hands, a purple-white light burst forth with dazzling brilliance.
"Thunder light!" he uttered, his slightly closed eyes suddenly opening wide. A purple lightning intent burst forth, and his clasped hands lifted into the void. A purple-white light wave shot toward the killing sword.
Destruction—within the thunder light was endless destruction.
"Sss... sss..."
There was no terrifying roar, only a sense of annihilation. In the void, light shone brilliantly. The destructive light formed a ring-shaped wave, spreading outward, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble violently as they frantically retreated.
Only Lin Feng and the Second Envoy did not retreat. Standing beneath the destructive light wave, Lin Feng's expression remained cold, unchanged.
He stepped forward, his killing intent shaking hearts, and slashed out another sword.
"Purple Extreme Lightning!" the Second Envoy shouted. Thick bolts of lightning, like countless tentacles, rushed toward the sword light Lin Feng had slashed out, coiling around the destructive sword, then slowly devouring it.
Lin Feng's sword was destruction and slaughter.
The Second Envoy's lightning was also destruction—destroying everything, devouring everything. Both were immensely powerful.
"It seems that relying solely on the killing sword won't be enough to destroy him," Lin Feng thought to himself. With a thought, light flickered, and in Lin Feng's left hand, a banner appeared. The banner instantly expanded, and a powerful flame aura burst forth from it.
A banner, a soul banner!
The crowd's eyes froze. Lin Feng actually possessed such a treasure as a soul banner.
Even Duan Wuya was stunned. Lin Feng had never used a soul banner before—this was the first time.
He hadn't expected Lin Feng to even have a soul banner, which surprised Duan Wuya. Moreover, judging by the sun pattern on the banner and the terrifying flames, it was clearly not Lin Feng's first time using it. This soul banner had already burned people to death and devoured others' flames, causing the entire banner to flow with a faint, living flame luster.
The banner appeared, but the sword did not disappear. Lin Feng's right hand still held the sword, just as terrifying.
One mind, two uses!
Lin Feng, who once had a lotus in his left hand and a sword in his right, now had a banner in his left hand and a sword in his right!