# Chapter 643: Sixteen Seats
The people from the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect of the Heavenly Wind Kingdom who had just sat down stood up again, and Grand Tutor Yong also stood up. The First Envoy of Heavenly Wind, Nie Yun, was dead as well.
Moreover, Tang Youyou had killed Nie Yun with a single strike, causing both their hearts to twitch violently. The last time they went to the Snow Moon Kingdom, Crown Prince Feng Chen had led the Six Envoys of Heavenly Wind, and several had died. This time, they personally led the team, bringing the elite Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind — almost the most outstanding geniuses of their Heavenly Wind Kingdom to participate in the Snow Domain Grand Competition. This should have been a path of glory, yet now, all of them were dead.
The Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind, not a single one left, all completely annihilated.
Now, how could they still have the face to return to Heavenly Wind?
Their eyes stared fixedly at Lin Feng. Everything, absolutely everything, was because of Lin Feng alone. Besides these most precious young geniuses, the experts who had ambushed Lin Feng that night had also not returned — all had died in the wilderness. If they had actually killed Lin Feng, it would have been worth it. But no, Lin Feng was still alive, leading to the current outcome — an outcome unacceptable to their Heavenly Wind Kingdom.
"Kill. If we do not slay Lin Feng, we are not human!"
Their eyes were bloodshot as they made a vow in their hearts: they would definitely kill Lin Feng.
"Take the corpse away." Xue Wuchang glanced at those two men. The middle-aged figure flickered and took Nie Yun's corpse away. Xue Wuchang's gaze then fell on Imperial Mausoleum. It was Imperial Mausoleum's turn.
Imperial Mausoleum stepped forward, arriving at the battle platform. His gaze swept across and landed on one person, causing that person's expression to stiffen.
"Come out." Imperial Mausoleum uttered a single word indifferently. That person steeled himself and walked out, cursing his bad luck in his heart. Imperial Mausoleum had actually chosen him as an opponent. Although he had the strength of the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm, how could he possibly contend with Imperial Mausoleum?
The result was predictable. Imperial Mausoleum only threw one punch, and his overbearing power directly shattered the other's bones. Imperial Mausoleum, considering that the other had cultivated his cultivation with difficulty, spared him.
Duan Wudao similarly selected one person. Like Imperial Mausoleum, he defeated his opponent with a single strike, not using a second move.
The fifth person was Jun Moxi.
When Jun Moxi stepped forward, the ones with the ugliest expressions were Wu Qing and the people from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. They had not forgotten Jun Moxi's earlier words — he and Tang Youyou would each kill one person. Tang Youyou had fulfilled her words and killed Nie Yun. So naturally, Jun Moxi was going to kill Wu Qing.
Sure enough, after stepping onto the battle platform, Jun Moxi's gaze directly fell on Wu Qing, causing Wu Qing's stiff expression to instantly turn pale.
Was he going to be like that fleeing Second Envoy of Heavenly Wind?
The person standing before him now was Jun Moxi. If he fled, it would be understandable, because everyone knew he could not possibly defeat Jun Moxi. If he fought, he likely would not even have a chance to admit defeat. Jun Moxi, like Tang Youyou, would kill with a single move, annihilating him.
But if he admitted defeat without fighting, then everything would be over. He would not receive the Divine Palace's bestowal.
No one knew that during the first round of the Snow Domain Grand Competition, he had already retreated and shown cowardice. Because he had not obtained powerful divine abilities in time, in the Fallen Demon Domain, he had not thought about hunting others — only about surviving. He had survived, struggling to reach this point. If he gave up now, this entire Snow Domain Grand Competition trip would be finished.
The Ten Thousand Beasts Sect Leader Teng Wuyao's expression was as ugly as Wu Qing's. Why was this happening? All because of Lin Feng.
It was Lin Feng who made Jun Moxi think of dealing with Wu Qing. Without Lin Feng, this would not have happened.
"Give up." Teng Wuyao spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of dejection. There was no chance. If he fought, he would definitely die. The person Wu Qing had to face was Jun Moxi. If it had been someone who was not among the eight strongest geniuses, perhaps he would have let Wu Qing try. But there was no "if."
Wu Qing's gaze trembled. He coldly swept his eyes over Lin Feng, then spoke: "I give up."
After saying this, Wu Qing's body flickered directly, landing among the crowd below the battle platform, gathering together with the people from the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
He did not leave. Even if everything that followed had nothing to do with him anymore, he still would not leave. He wanted to watch how Lin Feng would die. Blood Fiend and Yu Mo — they definitely had to kill Lin Feng.
The sixth person was Blood Fiend. Blood Fiend won.
The seventh person, Yu Mo, also won.
The eighth person, Seven Emotions Sword Ling Xiao, won.
The ninth person, Ling Xiaoxiao, won.
The tenth person, Withered Demon Pupil Ku Mu, won.
The eleventh person, Qing Mengxin, won.
The twelfth person was a sword user, carrying a silver longsword on his back. The opponent he challenged was also a sword user — none other than Jian Chen.
Their battle was very intense. As Lin Feng had predicted, Jian Chen had comprehended Sword Dao Will. Unfortunately, the one using the silver longsword had also comprehended first-level Sword Dao Will. Coupled with the opponent's cultivation level at the peak of the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm, Jian Chen was defeated — a pity, eliminated.
The thirteenth person was a woman who cultivated an Ice Soul technique. Her Ice Soul technique was extremely formidable. When she struck, the surrounding crowd felt as if they were about to be frozen solid. As for her opponent, it was the Blood Droplet Leng Xue of the Dragon Mountain Empire. After more than ten exchanges, Leng Xue was defeated.
The fourteenth person excelled in strength, his entire body like steel. The opponent he selected was the Dark Left Hand Cui Wuming. The outcome of the battle: the Dark Left Hand Cui Wuming was eliminated. In the contest of strength, he lost to the other.
The fifteenth person had superb lightness movement techniques. Relying on hit-and-run attacks, he wore down his opponent and defeated him.
All of the first fifteen people were those with higher rankings who had won. Not a single upset occurred, until the sixteenth person. He had no other opponents to choose from — only Yun Feiyang.
Thus, the first exception in this Snow Domain Grand Competition finals appeared. Yun Feiyang, ranked fiftieth, defeated the sixteenth-ranked expert and secured the last spot among the sixteen seats.
On the Dragon Mountain Empire side, they occupied six people: Lin Feng, Tang Youyou, Duan Wudao, Jun Moxi, Qing Mengxin, and Yun Feiyang — very impressive.
The other three imperial forces divided the remaining ten spots among themselves.
Another round of battle came to an end, leaving only sixteen people.
Many people's eyes shone with excitement and anticipation. Only sixteen remained. The next battles would be for the top eight. These sixteen people were about to begin clashes between the strong.
Except for Lin Feng and Yun Feiyang, everyone else had cultivation at the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm or above.
However, no one dared to deny the combat power of Lin Feng and Yun Feiyang. When Lin Feng fought against Yue Tianming, who was at the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm, he left Yue Tianming completely helpless. And Yun Feiyang had easily defeated experts at the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm — two of them.
Now, among the sixteen, there was not a single mediocre person. They were all geniuses among geniuses.
"Rest for one hour."
Xue Wuchang glanced at the crowd and spoke, giving them one hour to recover their energy.
At this moment, the space became much quieter. The crowd discussed in hushed tones, as if afraid to disturb the sixteen geniuses sitting on the Flood Dragon Stone Grotto.
In Lin Feng's small circle, Jun Moxi looked at Lin Feng and Tang Youyou, smiling as he said: "Next, who are you two going to fight?"
"I don't know either."
Lin Feng spread his hands. Among the remaining people, not a single one was weak. Their combat power was at least at the peak of the Seventh Layer of Profound Martial Realm — that was the weakest.
"Same here." Tang Youyou said softly.
"You two still have the right to actively choose. I'm unlucky — I can only be at the mercy of others."
Yun Feiyang smiled bitterly. Now, with only sixteen people left, the eight with lower rankings could only wait for the eight ahead to choose them.
"I'm the same as you."
Qing Mengxin smiled lightly, then looked at Lin Feng: "Lin Feng, how about you choose me and then let me win?"
Lin Feng looked at that tempting face but shook his head firmly: "Beauty traps are useless on me either."
Qing Mengxin gave Lin Feng a reproachful look, then her body lay down slightly, just lying beside Lin Feng, closing her eyes and looking at the sky.
Her complete curves were presented before Lin Feng's eyes. The plump parts were high and firm, barely contained, making Lin Feng silently curse "vixen."
"It seems I have no hope."
Qing Mengxin muttered. Among the top eight, no matter which one she faced, none were easy to deal with!
PS: Thanks to Li Yangsheng, Wolf Dragon Dance Moon, Pure Shang Zui, and other big shots for their tips. My hands are really broken from exhaustion. Damn, they don't feel like my own anymore. Going all out — twenty chapters, haha.