Chapter 975: Silver Wing Slaughter
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The reason the Yang Clan could become such a terrifying force was largely due to the powerful bloodline left behind by their ancestors. By intermingling with others, they could fuse their bloodline power and make it their own. This allowed members of the Yang Clan to incorporate all kinds of bloodline powers. The men of the Yang family, in particular, were known as the most heartless people, taking many women to absorb various powerful bloodlines.
For the same reason, due to the special nature of their bloodline, members of the Yang family were also very popular. Even many women willingly offered themselves to Yang Clan men to strengthen their own bloodline power. The direct-line women of the Yang family were especially sought after by countless outstanding young men. Yang Ziye, as a direct descendant of the Yang Clan, a noble lady from a prestigious family, was exceptionally beautiful, with a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall, and she had countless suitors.
Not long ago, news spread that the young master of the Xuanyuan Clan, who possessed the bloodline of an emperor, was about to emerge from seclusion. His first goal was to marry a Yang Clan daughter to strengthen his bloodline. The Xuanyuan Clan and the Yang Clan were to join forces in a powerful alliance, causing many to feel a sense of despair. The only way to compete with the young master of the Xuanyuan Clan, who possessed imperial bloodline power, was to win Yang Ziye's heart. Approaching the Yang Clan directly was far too difficult.
At this moment, in the elegant courtyard outside the temporary palace, when the crowd saw that Yang Ziye and Lin Feng seemed to be on rather intimate terms, Lin Feng instantly became the center of attention.
His appearance was quite handsome and he was very young, but in the world of martial arts, strength was what mattered most. Lin Feng's cultivation was merely at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. How he had gained Yang Ziye's favor was a mystery.
"This friend seems unfamiliar. Which family's younger generation do you belong to?" The blue-robed youth spoke first, offering Lin Feng a faint smile, though there was a peculiar feeling in his smile.
"Lin Feng, naturally from the Lin Clan. But as for the Lin Clan in the Northern Wasteland, I've only heard that Lin Ruotian is the leading figure among the younger generation. What is your relationship with Lin Ruotian?" Another person directly mistook Lin Feng for a member of the Northern Wasteland Lin Clan. After all, someone who could interact with Yang Ziye should at least be from a prestigious family.
Lin Feng looked at these people guessing and felt speechless. He didn't expect there to be a real Lin Clan in the Northern Wasteland. These people naturally assumed he was one of them.
"You all are overthinking things. I am not a member of the Lin Clan, and I do not know Lin Ruotian." Lin Feng shook his head slightly.
"Not a member of the Lin Clan?" The crowd was stunned, clearly quite surprised.
"Are you joking, friend? If you are not from the Lin Clan, how did you come to know Ziye?" The blue-robed youth probed.
"I met Miss Yang on the road, and we traveled together. Does one have to be from the Lin Clan to know Miss Yang?" Lin Feng said somewhat irritably.
"Really not?" The crowd exchanged glances.
"Whether he is or not, we'll find out by testing him." At that moment, a young man in a silver robe spoke coldly. He took a step forward, and an oppressive pressure surged toward Lin Feng. In the void, a massive, razor-sharp silver feather fan appeared, slashing toward Lin Feng.
The crowd smiled as they watched the silver-robed youth act. That's right—whether he was or not, they would find out by testing him. If Lin Feng was from the Lin Clan, he would surely use the Lin Clan's unique abilities under such pressure, and they would know at a glance.
Lin Feng saw the sharp, massive silver feather fan slicing toward him and his expression tightened. These guys were too much. He was a guest of the Yang Clan, yet they attacked him without hesitation, showing no regard for his status as a guest.
Silver light filled the sky, stinging the eyes, emitting a sharp, piercing screech as it slashed toward Lin Feng's body, like countless razor-sharp blades. If struck, his body would be split open.
"Chi, chi!" Lin Feng moved his mind, and a terrifying sword cry rang out. A massive sword took shape and stabbed toward the silver feather fan.
"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out. The sword was split in half by the feather fan, which continued to slash down, extremely powerful.
Lin Feng stepped back, retreating, but the silver-robed youth sneered and waved his hand. In an instant, the feather fan dispersed into a flurry of extremely sharp silver lights, all slashing toward Lin Feng, covering the sky and earth.
"Friend, I said I am not from the Lin Clan. Why must you be so aggressive?" Lin Feng shouted as he retreated. The opponent's cultivation was at the Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, putting great pressure on him.
"If you're not, then die." The youth sneered coldly, his steps drifting forward as the silver lights grew even fiercer.
Not from the Lin Clan, then die?
Lin Feng's gaze turned cold. He stopped in his tracks and stomped heavily on the ground. Instantly, a wild Sword Dao Will burst forth, filling the void with the furious roar of swords.
"Seventh Level Sword Dao Will!" The crowd's eyes narrowed in surprise. Lin Feng, at merely the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, actually possessed Seventh Level Sword Dao Will. His attainment in Sword Dao Will was quite terrifying.
"You really are not from the Lin Clan." The silver-robed youth sneered coldly, his robe rustling. No one from the Lin Clan was known to be a sword cultivator. Lin Feng, with his Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivation and Seventh Level Sword Dao Will, was undoubtedly a sword cultivator. He must have spent a great deal of effort on the sword, so he couldn't be from the Lin Clan.
The others also came to the same conclusion. Lin Feng was not from the Lin Clan.
"Seventh Level Sword Dao Will, what can it do? I'll kill you just the same!" The man shouted coldly. The flickering silver lights gathered again in the air, forming an enormous silver-white feather fan, sharper than any blade or sword.
At the same time, a terrifying Martial Soul power erupted. Behind the silver-robed youth, two dazzling silver light wings emerged. In an instant, the entire space was bathed in silver light, dazzling and boundless, as if all radiance was drawn to him. These silver wings seemed to be formed from countless razor-sharp feather fans, exuding a terrifying sharpness.
"Silver Wing Martial Soul, terrifying speed, overwhelming sharpness. Truly fearsome." The other youths looked at the young man, their eyes flickering. This guy could kill Lin Feng even without using his Martial Soul, but he chose to use such an absolute advantage to deal with Lin Feng. It was clearly intentional, meant to attract the attention of the Yang Clan.
Lin Feng watched the opponent unleash his powerful Martial Soul power, his gaze tightening. Another formidable Martial Soul. But since he had already set foot in the Eight Wastelands Realm, he had mentally prepared himself. Here, he would likely witness all kinds of powerful Martial Souls, not the ordinary ones from the Snow Moon Kingdom like before.
"Friend, we are both guests of the Yang Clan. Isn't your behavior disrespectful to the Yang Clan?" Lin Feng spat out coldly.
The silver-robed youth sneered, looking at Lin Feng with contempt, and said, "Do you think the Yang Clan doesn't know about our fight? How pitiful."
Lin Feng was stunned by the other's words. He had overlooked this point. These children of prestigious families were far more scheming than he had imagined. From the initial probing to the intent to kill now, all of this was happening outside the temporary palace. How could a family as terrifying as the Yang Clan not know? Just now, when Yang Ziye appeared and entered the Yang Clan, a Venerable had immediately come to greet her.
That could only mean that their battle was tacitly permitted by the Yang Clan. Yang Ziye didn't know what was happening here. If Lin Feng were killed, it would only be because his strength was lacking, and he deserved to die.
While the two were fighting, Yang Ziye entered the temporary palace, passed through several halls, and arrived at a chamber deep within.
In the chamber, an old man sat in a grand armchair. Seeing Yang Ziye approach, he asked, "Ziye, who is that young man who came with you?"
"Great-grandfather, his name is Lin Feng. I met him in the Wasteland Sea." Yang Ziye replied respectfully to the old man, her usual aloofness gone.
"By the way, you sent a distress signal in the Wasteland Sea, and then we lost contact. What happened?" The old man asked.
"Great-grandfather, I was pursued by people from Nine Dragons Island. My guards were almost all killed protecting me. Only two guards and I managed to escape. Moreover, the Void Ship was almost completely destroyed. It crashed on a desolate island, and we were trapped for several days."
Yang Ziye said with a bitter smile. This time had been truly dangerous, and it was all because of her own arrogance and overconfidence. With that powerful Void Ship, she never expected to encounter such a situation. Nine Dragons Island had sent so many Venerables to intercept her!
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