# Chapter 744: Sword Subdues the Heroes
Lin Feng also knew how to bide his time and keep a low profile. He had once been influenced by Old Man Xiao, and his smile had once been so clean and radiant.
However, after that day, that sun-like smile had once again left him. He still carried the Demonic Sword, relying on the Demon Sealing Stele to suppress the demonic energy within his body, but it was impossible for a person to remain completely unaffected. For instance, he now always carried a cold and aloof aura, making it difficult for others to get close to him.
That day had been too cruel for him—the cruelty of human nature. Perhaps there were only two paths left for him to walk: the first was to head toward darkness, into the demonic path. That way, the killing within him would grow heavier, his bloodlust would become stronger, and everyone would fear and dread him.
The second path was to undergo a new transformation, to return everything to its original state. If he could achieve this, it would be another rebirth for Lin Feng, another breakthrough.
But for now, Lin Feng would not dwell on these things, nor did he have the time to think about them. The old man had said that only the last eight people remaining on the Heavenly Lake would be allowed to enter the secret realm. The other ninety-plus people would all be eliminated. Tianchi Xue was also among the crowd. This would be a brutal round of elimination. What was even more terrifying was that the previous incident was not yet over. Therefore, the moment the old man's words fell, countless cold gazes immediately landed on Lin Feng.
All these gazes were extremely cold, filled with ill intent. Lin Feng had dared to lay hands on Tianchi Xue earlier and had spoken arrogantly. Now, they had all set their sights on him.
Tang Youyou moved closer to Lin Feng. With her Thousand Shadows Like Dream technique, she had naturally secured a spot in the second round as well.
"Everyone, this person came out of nowhere and even dared to touch Tianchi Xue. How about we drive him off the Heavenly Lake first?" someone pointed at Lin Feng and suggested. They did not directly attack Lin Feng because they did not want to be ambushed by others and knocked off the Heavenly Lake while trying to eliminate him.
"And him too—too rude," another person pointed at Huangfu Long and said coldly.
The crowd nodded in agreement. These two had to be knocked off the Heavenly Lake first.
But who would make the first move to knock them both down?
The crowd stared at each other, all wanting to step forward but not daring to. They were not afraid of failing to eliminate Lin Feng and Huangfu Long; they were afraid of unpredictable hearts—someone might strike from the shadows.
"I'll deal with him, but first, you all need to ensure I have no worries behind me," said the man at the peak of the Mysterious Martial Realm Eighth Layer, pointing at Lin Feng. His eyebrows were extremely striking—white as snow, curved like crescent moons, and when he raised them, they carried a natural air of authority.
"Agreed. We swear by the Holy Maiden that before you return to your position, no one will touch you. Otherwise, they will be attacked by everyone else," someone declared loudly.
"Yes, we all agree. Anyone who takes the opportunity to ambush you is despicable and will be attacked by the crowd," voices of agreement rose one after another. Only then did the snow-browed young man nod. With Tianchi Xue present and these people having said so much, they should not disregard their own dignity to ambush him. He could focus on dealing with Lin Feng.
"Since that's settled, I'll deal with him. You all should guarantee not to strike at me from behind either," another person stepped forward, pointing at Huangfu Long, who was not far from Lin Feng. They would knock these two down first.
"No problem. Same as him—before you return to your position, anyone who attacks you is despicable and will be condemned and attacked by the crowd."
Someone spoke to reassure him. That person nodded, swept his gaze over Huangfu Long, and a chilling cold aura burst forth directly.
"Then I'll go first."
With a cold shout, this person stepped forward and charged straight at Huangfu Long. A terrifying cold aura erupted from his body, surging wildly toward Huangfu Long. His entire being carried an extremely frigid frost energy.
"Come on!" Huangfu Long shouted boldly, stepping forward to meet the attack. He raised his right hand, and snow swirled violently. A terrifying aura from the primordial wilderness burst forth from his fist.
"Get lost!"
"Boom!"
Huangfu Long roared and clashed head-on with his opponent. The terrifying aura of the wilderness fully erupted. The opponent's body was instantly frozen solid by the snow, and even the cold aura he had released reversed direction. His entire form turned into an ice sculpture, shooting off into the distance before descending toward the bottom of the Heavenly Lake.
Falling off the Heavenly Lake meant elimination.
Huangfu Long stood in the void, sweeping his gaze over the stunned crowd, his body exuding a domineering aura.
"Remember, my name is Great Pest. I am the man who will marry Tianchi Xue as his wife."
Huangfu Long shouted loudly, then retreated to the edge of the Heavenly Lake, looking extremely dashing and impressive.
"The aura he just released carried a terrifying power!" The crowd stared at Huangfu Long. This man was not easy to deal with.
For now, the crowd's attention shifted to Lin Feng. They looked at the snow-browed young man, hoping he would deal with Lin Feng first, then take care of Huangfu Long.
"Then I'll make him roll down first."
The snow-browed young man raised his eyebrows, and a snow-like intent descended upon Lin Feng. In the Heavenly Lake Empire, snow was everywhere, along with drifting flakes. Therefore, snow cultivators were the most numerous. Some talented youths had also comprehended different snow wills. For example, this snow-browed young man's snow will was about movement—a snow-like, elegant movement technique that was elusive and untraceable.
He stepped forward, and the cold aura surged wildly toward Lin Feng. The snow-browed young man's body became somewhat illusory, with afterimages appearing everywhere—sometimes here, sometimes there—making it impossible to tell which was the real him, completely unfathomable.
"Pathetic." A voice spat from Lin Feng's mouth, and then the crowd saw him move. His entire being transformed into a sword, shooting straight out—fast, incredibly fast. In an instant, it seemed as if the illusory snowflakes froze in place. A thunderous boom rang out, causing their eyes to tremble violently.
The snow-browed young man's body bent into a bow shape, his face twisted, and blood sprayed from his mouth. His ethereal snow movement technique was utterly useless. Lin Feng had rushed forward in an instant and blasted him away.
Another person was eliminated.
The crowd's expressions stiffened slightly. Not only was Huangfu Long hard to deal with, but Lin Feng was equally troublesome. That terrifying speed just now contained wind will, while the attack carried the sharp will of the sword dao. That was how he had struck so easily, sending his opponent flying in one move.
Lin Feng had comprehended two different wills: wind will and sword dao will. Unless someone had a stronger will or higher cultivation, it would be very difficult to deal with him.
The crowd exchanged glances, their expressions unpleasant. They had tried to deal with both of them but failed to get rid of even one. In front of Tianchi Xue, this was too embarrassing.
"I'll go."
At this moment, a voice rang out. The crowd turned their gazes and saw a young man in a mink cloak staring sharply at Lin Feng. His cultivation was at the Ninth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm.
"Good!" the crowd cheered. This man was at the Ninth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm; he should definitely be able to deal with Lin Feng and eliminate him.
Others who bore no ill will toward Lin Feng or Huangfu Long were happy to watch the spectacle. They did not interfere, only observed. Having someone eliminated was naturally a good thing.
The young man in the mink cloak reached out, stripped off his cloak, and tossed it into the air. Suddenly, a terrifying sharp aura erupted from his body. His entire being transformed into a sword—an indestructible sword.
"A sword cultivator, with sword dao will." The crowd's pupils contracted. There was both joy and concern. Joy that Lin Feng was destined to be eliminated, and concern that this man, at the Ninth Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm and a powerful sword cultivator with sword dao will, posed a great threat to them.
"As fellow sword cultivators, our realms are vastly different. I'll give you a chance—roll down on your own," the young man in the mink cloak said as he stepped forward, his body exuding an arrogant aura. Since others could not deal with Lin Feng, he could, which would highlight his strength and make him look impressive. Tianchi Xue would remember him.
"You are not worthy of being called a sword cultivator." Lin Feng swept his gaze over the young man in the mink cloak. In his eyes, sharp sword light gleamed like silver rays, dazzling to behold.
"I'm not worthy of being called a sword cultivator? Then watch closely." The man stepped forward, and an incredibly sharp sword aura erupted in the void, as if a thousand swords were all shooting toward Lin Feng to destroy him. He stood amidst the terrifying sword intent, looking extremely dashing and unrestrained.
"Your sword is so impure and mixed. If you can be called a sword cultivator, it is an insult to the term 'sword cultivator,'" Lin Feng said coldly. From head to toe, a terrifying sword dao will burst forth. Suddenly, the entire space was filled with endless sword intent.
Rumbling sounds echoed as Lin Feng's body radiated sword light. His true essence condensed into form, taking the shape of a sword that enveloped his entire being.
"Shing, shing!"
The sword tore through the void. Using the person as the sword, man and sword as one, unity of heaven and man. The sword dao will merged into the person, into the sword—pure sword, only the sword.
When the sword light scattered, Lin Feng's body appeared above the Heavenly Lake, while the young man in the mink cloak remained standing in place. However, blood was dripping from his body, falling into the Heavenly Lake before freezing and solidifying.
The sword. He did not even have a chance to draw his sword. What right did he have to speak of sword cultivation or call himself a sword cultivator?
PS: Tired, brothers, go to sleep.