Chapter 777: Who Can Stop Him
"Sixth layer... this terrifying Sword Dao Will power, it's the sixth layer of Sword Dao Will." The crowd stared at Lin Feng in shock, feeling a chill run down their spines. Their movements even became somewhat stiff and sluggish. It was too terrifying—the power of a sixth-layer Sword Dao Will attack was something they couldn't withstand.
"I really don't know where you all find your strength," Lin Feng said. The snowflakes covering his body wildly scattered, and the drifting snow around him couldn't even get close, pierced apart by that dreadful Sword Dao Will. The crowd felt as if needles were pricking their backs, as though they could be stabbed through by this terrifying sword intent at any moment.
"Kill!" A sword beam of slaughter suddenly slashed down from the void. The figure closest to Lin Feng stiffened all over, and the condensed snowflakes scattered in the air. A bloodstain appeared between his brows, then ran from top to bottom, dyeing the white snow on his body red.
"I... am I dead?" The man's eyes were still wide open. As a genius disciple of Heavenly Lake, he had obtained the chance to enter the secret realm, and he had indeed stepped inside. But before he could even see a true emperor's tomb or a precious treasure, he fell—killed in internal strife. Even in death, he couldn't accept it. This way of dying was too unjust.
The overbearing, sharp sword qi continued to rage, enveloping everyone's bodies, causing their faces to shift constantly, caught between advancing and retreating.
Lin Feng took a step forward, his body moving like a whirlwind, reaching an inconceivable speed. It was as if his entire being had merged with the wind.
"Wind Will." The crowd's eyes froze. First there was Flame Will, then the terrifying Sword Dao Will, and now his footsteps and the figure drifting with the wind undoubtedly told everyone—this was Wind Will. Lin Feng, one person, possessed three types of will power, all of them very strong, especially the Sword Dao Will, which had broken through to the ninth layer.
"Unity!" Lin Feng pointed out a finger. Instantly, countless swords merged into that single finger, as if ten thousand blades became one, landing directly on one person. In that moment, under the man's terrified gaze, his body was torn apart by the sword qi, reduced to powder, annihilated in the void.
This single finger strike made the crowd's hearts tremble wildly. Terrifying, too terrifying—a single finger strike, fused with the Great Dao of the Sword, another dreadful sword technique, killing people without a trace, leaving not even a corpse behind. The power of this strike finally made the remaining experts realize the enormous gap between themselves and Lin Feng, like an uncrossable chasm.
They were simply no match for Lin Feng.
"You want to kill me? Can you even do it?" Lin Feng shouted coldly, sweeping his gaze over the crowd. His eyes were like swords; anyone who met them dared not look directly. That gaze was too sharp, stabbing people like a wound.
Stepping forward, Lin Feng turned to look at the one who had ambushed him. Feeling the murderous aura radiating from Lin Feng, that man's legs went weak. How could this be? How could Lin Feng be so powerful? His will power suppressed them all, and his Sword Dao Will was unstoppable.
"First you ambush us, then you frame and slander us, trying to join forces to kill us. It's not that I don't follow the seniors' instructions, but when petty men run rampant, I have no choice but to kill." Lin Feng took a step, and the man retreated wildly. But Lin Feng's cultivation was the same as his—Ninth Layer of Profound Martial Realm—and with Wind Will, how could the man shake him off? In an instant, Lin Feng caught up, his sword swept across, reaping a life.
Another expert... dead!
Lin Feng killed Ninth Layer Profound Martial Realm experts as if they were ants. This shocking scene told everyone that even at the same cultivation level, even among geniuses, the gap in strength was still immense and irreparable. Whenever Lin Feng struck, he killed, and no one could stop him.
Lin Feng had killed three in a row, but he still wasn't done. These people from Heavenly Pivot Peak had tried to kill him twice—first with a despicable ambush in that passage, and now by uniting with others to destroy him. Since that was the case, how could he leave future trouble for himself?
Turning his gaze, Lin Feng moved his mind, and a shocking scene appeared. The void was filled with swords—endless, countless swords, as if they were solid, all pointing at the experts from Heavenly Pivot Peak.
These terrifying swords howled, and a storm seemed to erupt in the void. A gale of sword qi raged, wanting to cut down everything, to destroy the very heavens. Nothing could withstand these swords.
"Retreat!"
The experts from Heavenly Pivot Peak were terrified, their guts splitting. They retreated frantically. With ten thousand swords pointed at them, they felt that once the destructive storm of swords fell, they would be ground to dust.
"How can this be so terrifying? How is it possible?" Their hearts trembled violently. Will power fused with Supreme Sword Dao techniques—just the aura alone made people afraid to touch it.
The sword, a weapon of killing. The sword, annihilating everything. Sword Dao techniques were all about slaughter. Lin Feng's Supreme Sword Art had already been cultivated to a very high level.
"Run? Didn't you all want me dead?" Lin Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. Ten thousand swords grew more and more violent and frenzied, the heavens and earth changing color. An ocean of swords roared and howled.
"Unity... kill!"
Lin Feng spat out a cold sound. Ten thousand swords merged into one, becoming four swords, leaving four afterimages in the air. There was no roaring ocean of swords, no terrifying storm of swords—only those four killing sword beams traversing the heavens and earth.
The four retreating men could no longer move. On each of their brows was a sword mark. They had been pierced through the forehead by a single sword, dying on the spot.
Of the eight experts from Heavenly Pivot Peak, only Ling Xue remained, a solitary leader.
Huangfu Long's expression became especially interesting. His mouth hung open as he stared at Lin Feng, finding it quite amusing. Clearly, he hadn't expected Lin Feng's combat power to be so terrifying.
When Lin Feng's gaze fell on Ling Xue, Ling Xue's body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He had never imagined that when Lin Feng revealed his sharpness, it would be so fierce. No one could stop him. Anyone who blocked his path would die.
"Killing off everyone from my Heavenly Pivot Peak—Lin Feng, such ruthless methods. This is a betrayal of Heavenly Lake, and you will be hunted down by Heavenly Lake for this," Ling Xue ground his teeth, speaking venomously.
"I betrayed Heavenly Lake?" Lin Feng sneered. "You wanted my life first. I killed to survive. What crime is that?"
With that, Lin Feng took a heavy step forward, extremely arrogant.
"We Heavenly Lake experts entered the secret realm together. You refused to join forces with us, and now you're even wiping out Heavenly Pivot Peak. Too vicious—everyone here has seen it."
"Pathetic man, with a pitiable fate. You couldn't kill me, and instead I killed you, so now you slander me. I believe the Heavenly Lake seniors will have their own judgment." Lin Feng sneered. Sword Dao Will condensed once more. A mountain-like, sea-like surge of sword qi swelled, like a flood of wild beasts, with towering waves.
"Enough. You've already killed so many people. Do you really want to exterminate the entire Heavenly Pivot Peak lineage?" Someone shouted out. It was a person from Radiant Light Snow Peak. Ling Xue was already the last surviving member of Heavenly Pivot Peak. If he died too, the entire Heavenly Pivot Snow Peak would be wiped out, and none of them would be able to explain it.
Lin Feng turned his gaze to this leader of the Radiant Light Snow Peak lineage, his eyes cold.
"Yes, Lin Feng, you've killed seven from Heavenly Pivot Peak. Isn't that enough?" Another person spoke up.
"Too excessive. As a member of Heavenly Pivot Peak, killing fellow disciples like this—are you really planning to betray Heavenly Lake?"
Voices all pointed at Lin Feng. Lin Feng swept his gaze over the crowd, his heart as firm as a rock, unshakable. He sneered and said, "When he ambushed us, who among you let out a single fart? When Heavenly Pivot Peak bullied others with their numbers, where were you all? They wanted to kill me, and I'm just giving back what they gave me. Now you're all jumping out—afraid that my Heavenly Pivot Peak lineage is rising too fast, and you want to suppress us together?"
"You... how dare you..."
"Too insolent, too arrogant."
The crowd shouted in reprimand one after another. Lin Feng slowly turned his gaze away, not looking at them, and simply uttered a single sound: "Anyone who wants my life, I will kill them without fail."
As his words fell, ten thousand swords merged into one again. Although it was only the first form of the Supreme Middle-Grade Martial Technique, fused with the power of sixth-layer Sword Dao Will, its might was astonishing. When the sword fell, even the leader of Heavenly Pivot Peak, Ling Xue, was killed on the spot, with no power to resist. Leader of Heavenly Pivot Peak? Genius? So what? Still killed with one sword, annihilated.
Seeing Ling Xue die, the crowd's eyes all stiffened, their expressions ugly. Dead—all of them dead.
"Fine, fine. Lin Feng, now that we're all in the secret realm, we should work together. We won't make trouble for you now, but once we leave the secret realm, we will definitely report this to the Heavenly Lake seniors."
"Work together?" Lin Feng glanced at that person and sneered. "You overestimate yourselves. Different paths, no common goals. Farewell!"
With that, Lin Feng flicked his sleeves and left, carefree and unrestrained, revealing his sharp edge. In this secret realm, with no Heavenly Martial Realm experts present, who could stop him?
PS: Sigh...