Chapter 567: Demon Transformation
Lin Feng's speed was getting slower and slower, and he could clearly sense that the experts behind him were getting closer and closer.
His body sank, and Lin Feng suddenly descended toward the ground, causing the crowd's eyes to freeze. This time, they thought, Lin Feng couldn't possibly survive—he didn't even have the true yuan power left to fly through the air.
The crowd followed Lin Feng as he descended, but then they heard a "plop" sound, and a splash of water rose from a lake. This time, Lin Feng had actually dived into a lake.
The crowd's eyes froze. They stood above the lake, staring intently at its surface, where there was no movement at all.
"This guy sure knows how to hide."
Cold pupils flickered uncertainly. First a mountain peak, now a lake—for a moment, no one dared to dive in and pursue him.
"His true yuan power is exhausted. We can't give him time to recover, or who knows what might happen. Now, leave a few people to guard up here, and the rest of you follow me into the lake. I don't believe he can still stir up any trouble."
A man in a black robe spoke with a hint of authority, seeming to hold some sway among the crowd.
Without hesitation, his body sank into the lake to pursue Lin Feng, just as he had said.
The crowd exchanged glances, then one by one entered the lake. They couldn't allow Lin Feng a moment's respite; no matter what, they had to drag him out and kill him.
The natural lake was very clear, and the crowd could see deep into it. Sure enough, at the bottom of the lake, a figure sat cross-legged. It was Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was indeed seizing every opportunity to cultivate, even at the bottom of a lake.
"Kill him!"
The crowd surrounded themselves with a vacuum, using their true yuan power to protect their bodies, keeping the lake water at bay. It couldn't touch them.
For powerful martial cultivators, moving through a lake was hardly an obstacle—just a bit slower.
The crowd surged forward in a mighty wave, charging toward Lin Feng at the bottom of the lake.
Lin Feng opened his eyes. His cold, merciless pupils were filled with nothing but killing intent. Even though his true yuan was nearly depleted, he remained vigorous and spirited. The Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art strengthened his physical body. Without true yuan, he couldn't use divine abilities or techniques, but his physical strength remained—unlike other martial cultivators who would become listless and weak once their true yuan was exhausted.
Without any hesitation, Lin Feng charged toward one of the figures. His face was as cold as ever—advancing without retreat, fearless and unyielding.
The man at the Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm was stunned for a moment when he saw Lin Feng charging at him. Then his eyes turned cold. Lin Feng was already in such a state—he didn't believe he couldn't kill him this time. This time, he would take Lin Feng's life.
"Chi! Chi!"
The power of true yuan parted the lake water, creating a path connecting him and Lin Feng.
The man's eyes were icy cold. Wielding terrifying true yuan power, he threw a punch at Lin Feng.
To his shock, Lin Feng showed no fear at all. He didn't dodge or evade, meeting the killing blow head-on. At the same time, a dark, black light swirled in Lin Feng's hand as he threw his own punch.
"Boom!"
The man's fist struck Lin Feng's body, causing Lin Feng to shudder violently and blood to seep from the corner of his mouth. But Lin Feng's left hand locked firmly onto the man's wrist, twisting it with brutal force. The man's face twisted in pain as the powerful force snapped his wrist. At the same time, Lin Feng's right fist came flying toward his face.
"Get off me!"
The man roared in fury, struggling wildly, but Lin Feng's left hand held him fast, refusing to let him retreat an inch. He couldn't escape. All he could do was watch as that black fist grew larger and larger in his pupils.
"Boom!"
A dull thud rang out. Blood stained the lake water. Another expert at the Sixth Layer of Profound Martial Realm had died at Lin Feng's hands, his head shattered by a single punch.
Everything happened in an instant. After killing the man, Lin Feng shot upward in a straight line, heading for the surface of the lake. The others gave chase, rushing toward the surface as well.
"Splash!"
As soon as Lin Feng broke the surface, he saw several terrifying attacks hurtling toward him.
"Wind!"
Lin Feng moved with the wind, drifting aside, but the wide-ranging attacks still struck him, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood that sprayed across the lake.
His true yuan power was exhausted. He had taken a punch with his physical strength in the lake, and now he was hit again. If not for his powerful body protecting him, he would already be dead.
His body landed on the grass by the lake. Lin Feng sat there, blood at the corner of his mouth and on his chest, gasping for breath as if even breathing was difficult.
"Splash, splash, splash..."
One by one, figures burst out of the lake. Seeing Lin Feng sitting on the ground, gasping for air, they stopped in midair. Then, cruel smiles curled at the corners of their mouths.
Lin Feng was finally done for.
This guy was too terrifying. With only the Fourth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, he had killed so many of them, including a powerful expert at the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm.
If this man wasn't killed, the consequences would be endless.
Fortunately, Lin Feng was now truly at his last gasp. He didn't even have the strength to run. How could he possibly survive?
The authoritative man stepped in front of Lin Feng, looking down at his fluctuating aura, and said coldly, "You're impressive. You killed so many of our people."
Lin Feng looked up at the man and asked, "You're from the Tian Feng Kingdom, aren't you?"
"That's right. The Tian Feng Kingdom's royal family and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. You've killed so many of our Tian Feng Kingdom's experts. You can die with your eyes closed." The man didn't mind telling Lin Feng. What was there to hold back from a dead man?
"When did you arrive at Heavenly Dragon City, and how did you track my movements?" Lin Feng asked again.
"Hmph. You can only blame yourself for offending too many people. Even your own people from Snow Moon Kingdom want you dead and came to us willingly." The man sneered, making Lin Feng's eyes narrow. So it was someone from Snow Moon Kingdom.
"Who?"
Lin Feng's eyes blazed with cold killing intent, his murderous aura surging.
"Even if I tell you, what can you do? You're about to die. I'll let you die with regret." The man said coldly. "In your Snow Moon Kingdom camp, is there a disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect who looks like a wild beast?"
"Wu Qing!"
Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He hadn't expected it to be him.
Wu Qing had always been silent and seemed as impulsive as a wild beast. Lin Feng never imagined he could be so treacherous—too afraid to come after Lin Feng himself, using the Tian Feng Kingdom's people to do it.
"Don't rush. You're not the only one who wants you dead." The man said coldly. "There are also two brothers and two men in black. They all want your life. It just shows how unpopular you really are."
Lin Feng's pupils constricted sharply. Four more people.
There were a total of eight people from Snow Moon Kingdom who came to Heavenly Dragon City: himself, Yue Tianming, Wu Qing, Yu Qin, Yu Jian, Yun Feiyang, and two men in black he didn't recognize.
The man was clearly referring to Yu Qin, Yu Jian, and the two men in black.
Excluding himself, out of seven people, five wanted him dead.
"I'll remember this."
Lin Feng said coldly, making the man sneer. "What good does remembering do? Now, get ready to die."
"Die?"
Lin Feng looked up at the man. A demonic intent swirled in his eyes.
"You're all going to die. Not a single one of you will leave alive."
As Lin Feng spoke, a monstrous demonic aura erupted from him. A rolling wave of dark energy surged into the sky, making the leader tremble violently, his face changing drastically.
"Demonic Sword, come forth!"
Lin Feng roared. His seated body suddenly shot into the air. A terrifying sword intent soared straight into the clouds. Demonic clouds swirled in the void. Heaven and earth turned upside down, as if the entire sky was about to be consumed by darkness.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Three consecutive sounds rang out. Lin Feng stood in midair, demonic clouds swirling above his head, his robes billowing wildly. Behind him, three black swords appeared, unsheathing from his body.
The crowd looked up at Lin Feng, their hearts trembling violently. Their bodies and legs shook uncontrollably.
"What... what is this?"
"How is this possible?"
The crowd's hearts pounded wildly. At this moment, the Lin Feng standing there was like a demon, a demon god!
Lin Feng lowered his head slightly, his gaze sweeping down over them. His eyes emitted a demonic light—demonic pupils—that made their very souls tremble.