# Chapter 746: The Poisonous Needles
"What's going on? Such heavy demonic nature." The crowd below saw the cold demonic aura emanating from Lin Feng, and their pupils couldn't help but contract sharply.
At this moment, even the experts of Heavenly Lake noticed Lin Feng's abnormality. This person carried demonic nature within him, and was now falling into demonic possession at this very moment.
"Should we stop him?" One expert spoke to the old man presiding over the event, afraid that this would brew into a bloody slaughter. These people were all pillars of the Heavenly Lake Empire. If they died here before entering the secret realm, it would be too great a loss.
"No." The presiding old man shook his head: "Everything has its cause and effect. Those people wanted to kill him; even if he falls into demonic possession and kills, it is within reason. If it were you or me, could we let go of those who wanted to kill us?"
Upon hearing this, the person fell silent, but the old man continued: "If you want to kill someone but lack the strength, being killed by them leaves no room for resentment—it is your own doing. As for this young man, there seems to be a demonic barrier in his heart. If he truly has talent, we can help him, dissolve this barrier."
Having said this, his gaze continued toward the void, toward Lin Feng, whose entire body exuded the cold indifference of the demonic path.
"If you want to kill me, then die." Lin Feng's eyes were ice-cold as he shouted one word. His palm suddenly trembled, and in an instant, a rumbling sound erupted. A black demonic palm print of annihilation blasted toward one of the figures—the very person who had ambushed Lin Feng just moments ago.
Under the envelopment of demonic intent, that person's entire body began to tremble slightly. So cold, such terrifying aura.
"Break!" He roared in anger, releasing all his terrifying power, striking against the handprint and blocking it.
"Kill!" A bone-chilling coldness suddenly seeped from his body. The handprint vanished abruptly, and another black demonic light directly imprinted itself onto his head. A rumbling sound rang out, and another expert fell dead!
The others' eyes all stiffened. Crazy, Lin Feng had gone mad. They had to stop him.
"Everyone attack together, or he'll kill us one by one." Someone shouted loudly, and the crowd nodded. Immediately, those who had been clamoring to kill Lin Feng all stepped forward. In an instant, a suffocating pressure enveloped the entire void. Rolling true essence howled wildly—terrifying, truly terrifying.
They were joining forces now. This person was in danger.
Lin Feng turned his body, his demonic-light-filled eyes staring at the crowd, killing intent surging fiercely.
"Together, kill!"
"Snow's Furious Roar."
Rolling snow and ice intent roared toward Lin Feng, freezing the very space it passed through. Waves of terrifying attacks all blasted toward Lin Feng.
"Snow Condensation." Another angry shout rang out. In an instant, a blast of snow swept over, coating Lin Feng's body. In just a moment, he was wrapped in snow, completely buried within it.
"Die!" The others all released powerful attacks, intending to blast Lin Feng to death in one go.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Waves of terrifying attacks all landed on Lin Feng's body. After those attacks, fierce fists also blasted into the mass of snow wrapping Lin Feng.
"He's dead. No matter how powerful Lin Feng is, even if he's demon-possessed, he's ultimately no match for so many people. What a pity to die like this." Watching the fists pierce through the snow and strike Lin Feng's body, the crowd silently thought to themselves. With this blow, Lin Feng's entire body must have been shattered. He was surely dead—he didn't even move.
"Chi chi!" A ravaging force scattered the solidified mass of snow, revealing the black figure. His ice-cold pupils were still wide open, waves of terrifying demonic light flowing unceasingly around his body, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble violently.
Even like this, he still wasn't dead?
"Burn!" A cold voice spat from Lin Feng's mouth. A black flame of annihilation suddenly ignited. This flame followed his body, traveled through his arms, and instantly burned onto those whose fists were still pressed against his flesh.
"Ah..." A miserable scream rang out, followed by cries of agony rising one after another. Flames sprang up on all those people—terrifying flames, tinged with a hint of pitch black, as if they were demonic flames, demon fire.
"Flame Will!"
Even the experts of Heavenly Lake were shaken. Up to now, Lin Feng had displayed three types of willpower: Sword Dao Will, Wind Will, and Flame Will.
One person, mastering three types of willpower, and all of them powerful—all three wills were above the second level. Such comprehension was too terrifying. Many people couldn't even comprehend or master a single will. Even many at the Ninth Layer of Profound Martial Realm hadn't managed to grasp it. It required opportunity, required powerful comprehension ability.
Before they could recover from their shock, Lin Feng's figure suddenly vanished. Above Heavenly Lake, afterimages appeared, like a gust of wind sweeping past, gone in a flash.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." A series of dull sounds rang out, as if simultaneously. The crowd saw figures directly blasted apart, their bodies exploding, falling into the freezing Heavenly Lake, then immediately frozen into ice sculptures.
Dead. One by one, experts were killed by Lin Feng. When Lin Feng transformed into a black beam of light and stood in the void, his figure gradually becoming clear, all those who had joined forces to kill him were already dead—not a single one left. In that brief instant, Lin Feng had slaughtered them all.
"Wind, such terrifying wind movement technique."
Too fast. Lin Feng was so fast that their eyes couldn't keep up, couldn't see clearly. It wasn't just speed—it was ruthlessness, power. One punch, one kill. When the wind rose, killing began; when the wind fell, the person was already dead.
"That should have been a movement technique martial skill. He has cultivated a very powerful movement technique martial skill."
The experts of Heavenly Lake could tell at a glance. Lin Feng's Wind Will came from a movement technique martial skill. This movement technique was likely a Heaven-grade technique.
It seemed this young man had many secrets.
"Get down!" Just then, a cold shout rang out. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was focused on Lin Feng, many people suddenly struck, pushing those beside them who had no guard whatsoever off the edge of Heavenly Lake, eliminating them.
"Scram."
"Go back." Many people made their moves, as if something had been ignited. In an instant, complete chaos erupted.
Lin Feng, radiating a terrifying aura, still stood directly above Heavenly Lake. But now, no one dared to attack him anymore. The others didn't dare. Lin Feng's strength was too terrifying—he could easily kill those at the Eighth Layer of Profound Martial Realm, and even ordinary experts at the Ninth Layer. It was too shocking.
Lin Feng's ice-cold eyes swept over the crowd. The demonic nature seemed not yet faded. But just then, Tang Youyou stepped forward, arriving beside Lin Feng, and said: "Lin Feng, control yourself."
"Chi!" An extremely faint sound whistled toward them. Tang Youyou's body trembled violently, stiffening. Her face, facing Lin Feng, instantly turned deathly pale, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
"Chi, chi..." The faint sounds continued unceasingly. Tang Youyou punched Lin Feng's body and shouted: "Move away!"
Extremely fine silver needles pierced directly through Tang Youyou's body, then continued forward, stabbing toward Lin Feng. If Tang Youyou hadn't pushed him away with her palm, those needles would have already entered his body.
"Youyou." Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. Then, those two silver needles, as if pulled by fine threads, reversed course and pierced through Tang Youyou's body again, causing her to spit out another mouthful of blood. Her heart meridians were damaged.
"Wind Rises Nine Heavens." Lin Feng stepped forward, his wind-like figure directly catching the falling Tang Youyou. His face had taken on a hint of paleness.
"Chi, chi, chi, chi..." Waves of piercing faint sounds whistled continuously. Looking up, one could see a young man draped in a cyan and white robe, both hands filled with silver needles, continuously stabbing downward at Lin Feng and Tang Youyou, as if determined to kill them both.
"Thousand Leaf Needle has made his move. Truly vicious enough—one move, and it's fatal."
The crowd watched the figure in the void and silently remarked. Thousand Leaf Needle, true to his name—fast, accurate, ruthless. He killed like a machine. Once someone was targeted by him, death was certain. He never let a grievance go unavenged.
Moreover, he had once expressed his admiration for Tianchi Xue. Everyone knew that Lin Feng had been disrespectful to Tianchi Xue. Now, Thousand Leaf Needle was directly using vicious methods against Tang Youyou, even trying to kill them both at once. Too poisonous, too ruthless, and also formidable.