# Chapter 893: Extinguishing the Heavens, One Sword
Xi Juetian's raised hand froze in place. The demon sword had been drawn from its sheath. Lin Feng actually dared to release the demon sword's restraints. But wasn't he afraid of falling back into the demonic path? Was Lin Feng not afraid of his threat to kill the people below?
"This demonic might..." Xi Juetian was speechless. Just how much power did that sky-piercing demon sword contain? The demon sword's previous owner must have been a terrifying demonic cultivator, at least a high-rank venerable with overwhelming strength, for the sword in his hand to contain such terrifying demonic might. Though its owner had died, the demonic might remained.
"Have you gone mad? Aren't you afraid I'll slaughter the people below?" Xi Juetian roared in anger. This demonic might was terrifying. With this demon sword, Lin Feng could definitely contend with him.
Lin Feng coldly swept his gaze over Xi Juetian, his eyes revealing an eerie light. From his strange mouth came a chilling voice: "You won't have the chance."
"Demon Seal!"
As Lin Feng's voice fell, a series of terrifying dark light beams suddenly burst forth from his palm, as if they were special patterns floating unsteadily in his hand.
Sealing power. Lin Feng had gone into seclusion to silently comprehend the Demon Sealing Stele, all to grasp a strand of sealing power from within it. And now, Lin Feng had already succeeded.
His body shot up into the sky. Lin Feng stepped on the void, his head covered in rolling demon clouds, the demon sword in his hand. The black patterns spiraled upward, wrapping around the demon sword's hilt, sealing off the strand of demonic nature contained within. At the same time, brilliant beams of light burst forth from Lin Feng's body, as if formed by the convergence of true essence, yet incredibly mysterious. The crowd looked at those beams of light, and they seemed to see a huge "seal" character engraved on Lin Feng's entire body.
Lin Feng had comprehended the power of sealing, sealing himself to prevent the demon sword's will from eroding him.
"This..." Xi Juetian's gaze stiffened. He too vaguely saw what seemed to be a huge "seal" character on Lin Feng's body. He was sealing himself against the demon.
How was this possible? Lin Feng, how could he possess the power of the Demon Sealing Stele? This was not a power that should belong to him.
At this moment, Lin Feng stood proudly in the void. Demonic clouds rolled, snowflakes fluttered and scattered, presenting a shocking scene. The demon sword was held in Lin Feng's hand. Xi Juetian saw a pair of icy pupils shooting toward him, and his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly. Was this Lin Feng's reliance? No wonder he dared to be so arrogant and domineering.
"Even so, what can you do to me?" Xi Juetian's gaze was cold. He took a step forward, his hands holding a destructive storm. He did not go toward Lin Feng but instead attacked the ground, wanting to kill the crowd below, making Lin Feng regret ever daring to use the demon sword.
Lin Feng's eyes were icy. The drifting snowflakes continuously spread outward, and his hand began to move—the demon sword was dancing, as if carving something in the void. Each stroke seemed very slow, but with every line carved, the space would wildly churn with wind, and the killing intent madly permeated the air, as if each stroke contained overwhelming sword intent.
"Hmm?" Xi Juetian, who was pouncing toward the ground, froze. Then he looked up at the void, his face instantly turning pale, revealing a look of horror.
"How is this possible?"
Xi Juetian's heart screamed. Lin Feng, every stroke he carved seemed to contain the great Dao, true power of heaven and earth, the trajectory of sacred patterns. Even he, Xi Juetian, the Palace Master of the Western Divine Palace, had only heard of sacred patterns. But at this moment, Lin Feng's carved killing trajectory contained the Dao of heaven and earth. Between each stroke, terrifying sword Dao killing power burst forth. This was absolutely the legendary trajectory of sacred patterns. Lin Feng, though he could not instantly condense the power of sacred patterns to unleash a great Dao divine ability, could still carve the trajectory of sacred patterns, causing heaven and earth to lose color.
First Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. Lin Feng was only at the First Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. If this continued, it would be disastrous.
As for where Lin Feng's carved sacred patterns came from, there was no doubt—it must have been from the secret realm. Lin Feng could not have obtained sacred patterns from the outside world.
Xi Juetian's thoughts were correct. These sacred patterns indeed came from the secret realm. On that broken sword Dao stone wall from before, eighty-one sword Dao trajectory patterns were carved. What Lin Feng was carving now was one of them, primarily focused on killing, with endless power. He had spent a great deal of effort on it, just to comprehend this single sacred pattern power. Finally, he had gained some understanding, able to slowly trace its trajectory and condense the power of the great Dao—the Dao of the sword.
All of this was prepared for the people of the Divine Palace. Xi Juetian had run right into it.
The demon clouds in the sky howled. Xi Juetian paused in the void for a moment, seeming hesitant. Although Lin Feng's cultivation was only at the First Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, how powerful would it be to unleash the power of sacred patterns with the might of the demon sword? Xi Juetian dared not imagine.
At this moment, even the battling heavenly demons and the crowd had stopped. They all stared blankly at Lin Feng. A cultivator at the First Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm was about to unleash such a heaven-defying attack. Was he going to defy the heavens?
"Flee." The destructive force Xi Juetian held in his hands instantly dissipated into nothingness. He stepped forward and began to flee, because of fear. He did not dare face the certain-death sword strike Lin Feng was about to unleash.
Lin Feng seemed not to see Xi Juetian fleeing. He still carefully traced the power of the sacred patterns. Snowflakes drifted, and Lin Feng saw Xi Juetian fleeing at a terrifying speed, yet he was still within the drifting snowflakes, as if he had not left at all.
"Boom!"
Xi Juetian himself also discovered this scene. His heart felt as if struck by lightning. He let out a muffled groan, as if a mouthful of stagnant blood was about to spew from his mouth.
What kind of technique was this?
"I said, you won't have the chance. Since you've come, stay forever." At this moment, Lin Feng carved his final stroke. He looked up and spoke coldly. Void Demon Art, condensing a piece of illusory space.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng let out a explosive shout. Heaven and earth seemed to have a thunderclap. The demon clouds exploded with a boom. The demon sword swung, carrying the trajectory of the sacred patterns as it burst forth. In the space, a huge "kill" character bloomed. This "kill" character seemed to be formed from endless sharp swords. The moment it was unleashed, heaven and earth fell silent. The killing sword aura, combined with the terrifying demon clouds, made the crowd's legs go weak.
Xi Juetian's face changed dramatically. He opened his mouth. A "chi" sound rang out. The "kill" character carried terrifying demonic might and plunged into his body. Xi Juetian's open mouth froze there. Then, a clearly visible "kill" character was imprinted on his body. Next, his body began to disintegrate. This "kill" character split his body apart.
Xi Juetian, the Palace Master of the Western Divine Palace, was dead. He had died at Lin Feng's hands.
This scene was absolutely shocking to the soul.
Lin Feng, the demon sword drawn from its sheath, killed Xi Juetian with one sword. That handsome figure, deep in thought as he carved the sacred patterns, was deeply branded into the crowd's minds, never to be erased.
"Chi..." The sealing power on Lin Feng's body was gradually being eroded. Although he had carved the sealing power on himself, it was far inferior to the Demon Sealing Stele and could not block the demon sword's erosion for long. With a thought, the demon sword returned to its sheath. The Demon Sealing Stele suppressed it. The rolling demon clouds in the sky began to dissipate. Lin Feng's eyes flickered. The sealing power on his body bloomed with its final luster, then disappeared.
The snowflakes also gradually became sparse. The cold air slowly dispersed, and finally, along with the rolling demon clouds, it all vanished. But the shocking scene from just now seemed as if it could never be erased from the crowd's memory.
From the moment Xi Juetian brought the Western Divine Palace's experts here, Lin Feng had never intended to let them return alive. They would all leave their lives here.
The heavenly demons' battle with the Western Divine Palace crowd held an absolute upper hand. At this moment, he had also killed Xi Juetian. This great battle would have no suspense.
Lin Feng swept his gaze over those Western Divine Palace people. This time, no one dared to underestimate Lin Feng in the slightest. It was too terrifying. That sword strike was likely unstoppable by anyone below the venerable realm. Lin Feng, at the First Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, could kill a peak Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator. Such methods were unheard of.
The Divine Palace's people had already lost their will to fight.
The seven snow eagles' eyes flickered uncertainly, extremely shocked. Lin Feng had asked them to fight, and they had followed his orders. Actually, they didn't know what methods Lin Feng had. But now they realized that their young master truly possessed incredibly terrifying divine abilities.
This was the young master of their Tian Xuan Peak lineage, the future leader of Tian Xuan Peak. In the future, why worry about Tian Xuan Peak not being revived and becoming strong?
The seven snow eagles of Tian Xuan Peak seemed to see Lin Feng standing at the peak of Heavenly Lake, commanding the Heavenly Lake and ruling over an empire.
PS: When writing, passion burned within me. After finishing and refreshing, my heart turned cold. When writing with passion, I could ignite myself, only to find I was alone in my intoxication, no longer able to judge whether the writing was good or bad.