Chapter 908: Strange Martial Soul
At this moment, the black-clothed youth reached out toward Lin Feng once more. The space trembled, and a terrifying tearing force enveloped Lin Feng's body, as if the space around him was about to be ripped apart.
Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged. He threw another plain, unadorned punch. When it came to strength, who was he afraid of?
"Boom!" Their forces collided. Lin Feng felt a tearing force trying to destroy his fist. Within his arm, a violent force surged wildly. That single grasping strike was attempting to cripple his entire arm.
Lin Feng's arm trembled violently. A terrifying force suppressed the destructive tearing power, while the force within his fist erupted. A cracking sound rang out, and the opponent's palm split open.
"Scram." Lin Feng stepped forward. Cracking sounds continued. The black-clothed youth let out a low, guttural roar, his body retreating explosively and slamming heavily into the wall of the tavern. A loud crash echoed as the wall shattered, the entire tavern shaking. The black-clothed youth supported his right arm with his left hand; that arm hung limply, as if he could no longer lift it.
"Your strength is decent, but with this level of cultivation, I could destroy you easily," the white-clothed youth said indifferently.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the white-clothed youth, and he said calmly, "Although your cultivation is higher than mine, dealing with someone like you who only knows how to bark is something I can do with one hand—suppressing and killing you."
Their words clashed sharply, their gazes colliding in the air. The white-clothed youth slowly rose to his feet. A gust of wind swept through, and cracking sounds emerged as the wine table in front of him shattered.
"I'll show you what it means to talk big," the white-clothed youth said. His body floated into motion, and a terrifying aura pressed toward Lin Feng, the very space being torn apart.
Lin Feng's eyes trembled. Instantly, flames surged skyward. A terrifying power of flame will erupted wildly, as if it would incinerate the entire tavern.
At this moment, the crowd scattered far away, retreating to the edges of the tavern, afraid of being caught in the crossfire yet unwilling to flee entirely.
"A fifth-level flame will—mediocre talent," the youth sneered coldly. Behind him, a violent black storm rose. Patterns spun wildly at its center, where an eerie vortex eye appeared. The storm raged around this vortex eye.
"Sss, crack, boom..."
The moment this storm appeared, everyone in the tavern felt a suffocating pressure. Explosive sounds rang out continuously as the tavern shattered, instantly destroyed.
Lin Feng felt a terrifying tearing force pressing down on him, nearly crushing his breath. That destructive storm seemed capable of annihilating everything.
The formidable flame will power was suppressed by the storm, torn apart and devoured. Lin Feng's eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the terrifying storm.
"Martial soul, this is a martial soul," Lin Feng's eyes froze. He had finally encountered a powerful, strange martial soul again. Among the opponents he had faced before, only a few possessed very formidable martial souls—like Duan Wudao and Duan Wuya, who had the bloodline power of venerable ones, with their Seal Gate martial soul being extremely powerful.
However, martial soul power was closely related to bloodline. Since there were few descendants of venerable bloodlines in the past, most of what he had seen were very ordinary martial souls. But this youth before him possessed a strange martial soul, clearly carrying the bloodline power of a strong ancestor.
This power, unleashed through the martial soul, tore through space, suppressed willpower. Just one glance at the destructive black storm made one's heart tremble. It was terrifying.
"Never seen this before, have you? A weak little ant, how would you know the vastness of this continent? The wonder of martial soul power is beyond your imagination. I told you, killing you is effortless," the white-clothed youth said. At this moment, the tavern was destroyed by invisible force. Both he and Lin Feng stood outside, surrounded by countless onlookers. Seeing the terrifying storm of the martial soul, everyone's hearts trembled. Such fearsome martial soul power.
"Why waste words with someone like him? Just kill him," the young woman behind the white-clothed youth said coldly, looking down on Lin Feng.
"Alright," the youth replied. With a thought, the terrifying storm left his body, tearing through space, destroying willpower. A storm of annihilation surged madly toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stepped back. That tearing force was terrifying. Even with his physical strength, he felt he couldn't withstand it head-on. Lin Feng knew he might have encountered a genius from a fearsome force—a genius not like those at the Second or Third Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm he had faced before, who could be easily killed.
"Young Master Tianlin!" At that moment, several shouts rang out. A group of figures looked over.
The white-clothed youth turned his gaze to them and nodded.
Seeing the white-clothed youth engaged in battle, the leader of that group waved his hand. His men immediately understood and surrounded Lin Feng, sealing off the space.
"Young Master Tianlin, why trouble yourself with such a small fry? That would be overestimating him," the leader said respectfully to the white-clothed youth. "The Sect Master sent me specifically to receive you. If I'm late, I hope Young Master Tianlin won't hold it against me."
"It's fine," the white-clothed youth waved his hand. The storm behind him vanished, merging back into his body. The terrifying tearing force in the space instantly dissipated, leaving many people relieved. Just moments ago, they had felt suffocated. If that storm had torn into them, it would have killed them instantly.
"Young Master Tianlin, the Sect Master is waiting. As for this person, they will handle him. Why trouble yourself?"
"Alright. This man offended my beloved woman. Kill him, and bring me that demon beast, Qiongqi," the white-clothed youth said, pointing at the demon beast Qiongqi.
"No problem," the man nodded, then said to the others, "Do as Young Master Tianlin says."
"Pathetic fool, you don't know how high the sky is. You missed your chance, and now you won't even have a chance to repent," the white-clothed youth sneered at Lin Feng, utterly arrogant. In his eyes, Lin Feng was nothing but an ant.
Turning around, the white-clothed youth pulled the young woman and left with the welcoming party. The surrounding crowd buzzed with discussion.
"The Carefree Sect! These people who came to welcome him are experts of the Carefree Sect. Then the Sect Master they mentioned must be the Carefree Sect Leader himself," many whispered in awe.
"That youth—who is he, to have the Carefree Sect Leader personally send people to welcome him? Such a big face."
The crowd speculated. Some glanced at Lin Feng. This fool didn't know his place, opposing someone of such status. He had nearly been killed on the spot. But now, surrounded by many Heavenly Martial Realm experts, he was still as good as dead.
"Unlucky bastard," people in the tavern shook their heads.
"By the way, this youth appearing here, even drawing the Carefree Sect's experts to welcome him—could it be because of the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly in Wuyou Ancient City?"
"Exactly, that must be it. Wuyou Ancient City isn't far from here. He's likely here for the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly."
The crowd's conversations clearly reached Lin Feng's ears. So these people surrounding him were from the Carefree Sect. And the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly—what was that?
At that moment, terrifying auras erupted toward Lin Feng. The people surrounding him moved to kill him.
Scanning the crowd, Lin Feng saw that their cultivations were not weak, with even a Fourth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm expert among them. He put away Qiongqi, and his body suddenly shot into the sky.
"Where do you think you're going?" a loud shout rang out. They couldn't believe Lin Feng was trying to escape from them.
But Lin Feng's body flickered like the wind, swift and fierce.
"Hmph!" They snorted coldly, stepping forward. The Carefree Step Art was extremely profound. Did Lin Feng think he could escape?
Lin Feng glanced back at the crowd, then stepped forward, using the Carefree Step Art himself. His body became light and agile, elegant and carefree, instantly leaving them behind.
Their eyes all widened in shock, frozen in place. This was... their Carefree Sect's Carefree Step Art!
Lin Feng also knew the Carefree Step Art, and it seemed he was even more proficient and understood it more deeply than they did.
"Chase!" a furious shout rang out. All of them madly pursued Lin Feng. They had to ask where he had learned the Carefree Step Art—and then kill him.
PS: Damn, my butt hurts from sitting. Frustrating. Poor me, begging for some flowers at the last moment!