Chapter 979: Battle of the Silver Wings
Lin Feng's laughter fell harshly on the ears of Yang Zilan and the others, and at this moment, his expression had completely darkened, all traces of amusement gone.
"So that's how it is. The Yang Clan is too much, repaying kindness with enmity." Many people felt a trace of sympathy for Lin Feng. He had saved Yang Ziye's life, and now he was being hunted by those tacitly permitted by the Yang Clan. It was truly pitiful.
"However, this man is quite bold. The Yang Clan's possessions are not so easily taken, especially a Void Ship. Even if it was originally scrapped and he repaired it, the Yang Clan would not allow him to touch it." Many people whispered among themselves, their guesses hitting the mark. The Yang Clan was a powerful family in the Northern Wasteland, extremely vast. Everyone treated them with utmost respect and flattery. Although this man had saved Yang Ziye, his desire for that Void Ship was a major taboo.
"When dealing with such a family, how could one not be cautious?" Some people sighed. This man was too careless. He thought that saving Yang Ziye gave him a claim on the Yang Clan's gratitude, but he hadn't anticipated that the Yang Clan would repay kindness with enmity.
"Brother Lin, what are you saying? My Yang Clan had good intentions, yet they are misunderstood by Brother Lin. I have nothing to say." Yang Zilan said coldly. Even though everyone knew the truth, on the surface, the Yang Clan's face could not be lost.
Lin Feng was about to speak, but Qiongqi interrupted first: "Is that so?"
"If that's the case, then we have misunderstood the Yang Clan. Since the Yang Clan wishes to use material goods to repay the favor, then let it be redeemed with material goods. For the life of the young lady of the Yang Clan, I think a thousand Essence Crystals, plus a map of the Northern Wasteland, is not too much, is it?"
Qiongqi sneered, causing everyone's expressions to stiffen. Truly a lion's mouth. A thousand Essence Crystals was a terrifying number, but for the Yang Clan, it should not be a problem.
Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly. Right, since Yang Zilan wanted to continue pretending, then let him redeem the favor of saving Yang Ziye with material goods.
"What, you yourself said you wanted to repay us, so we won't stand on ceremony. Unless you think your sister's life isn't worth a mere thousand Essence Crystals." Qiongqi continued, trying to squeeze some benefits out of the Yang Clan.
Yang Zilan's eyes flickered, then a smile appeared on his face. He said, "What does Brother Lin think?"
"I have no objections. Bring the Essence Crystals and the map, and your Yang Clan will owe me nothing." Lin Feng said coldly.
"Very well, since Brother Lin feels the same way, then please accept this map of the Northern Wasteland first." As Yang Zilan spoke, he took out a Memory Jade and tossed it to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng caught the Memory Jade, and then heard Yang Zilan continue, "I don't have a thousand Essence Crystals on me, but I will return to the clan to get them. Brother Lin can wait for me here for a moment."
"Set a time. How long will it take?" Qiongqi said coldly.
Yang Zilan's gaze fixed, sweeping over Qiongqi with a flash of cold light, then said, "Two incense sticks' time, how about it?"
"If you haven't arrived in two incense sticks' time, we'll consider it intentional on your part, and everything you just said was bullshit." Qiongqi said coldly.
"Fine, I'll go now." Yang Zilan turned to Yang Ziye and said, "Ziye, come with me."
With that, the two figures flickered and quickly disappeared from the scene.
After they left, Qiu Junluo and the others slowly stepped forward, a chilling intent emanating from them.
Lin Feng swept his gaze over the crowd, then glanced at the retreating figures of the two. A cold laugh echoed in his heart: "If you're going to tear off the mask, why bother with such pretense? If these people can't kill me in two incense sticks' time, I'd like to see the look on your face."
Everyone present understood the situation perfectly. Yang Zilan was just one step away from openly turning against Lin Feng. Saying he was going back to get Essence Crystals was merely an excuse to let Qiu Junluo and the others kill Lin Feng. Otherwise, why would he take Yang Ziye with him?
As long as a single member of the Yang Clan was present, Qiu Junluo and the others could not kill Lin Feng, or the Yang Clan's reputation for repaying kindness with enmity would be confirmed. Now, although everyone knew the truth, no one could openly accuse the Yang Clan. The superficial formalities had to be maintained.
"Young Master Yang has only just left. What is the meaning of this?" Lin Feng looked at the crowd closing in and sneered.
"It means nothing. Our actions have nothing to do with the Yang Clan. You and that beast insulted me. I want to see just how capable you are." Qiu Junluo said coldly, the sharp intent on his body bursting forth once again. Silver cold lights flickered incessantly in the void.
"Still looking for a high-sounding excuse?" A trace of coldness flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he looked at the five people opposite him. He said coldly, "A bunch of so-called scions of great families, yet you still need to outnumber the few. Since you're so willing to be someone else's dogs, come and kill me together."
"Ridiculous. Killing an ant at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm doesn't require all of us." Qiu Junluo's eyes were filled with intense contempt. He said to the others, "Leave him to me. You all just watch. A worthless life, a few breaths of time will be enough."
"This waste speaks arrogantly, but since Brother Junluo wants his life, we'll just watch." Someone said coldly.
"Kill him. This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant person at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. Ridiculous." Those people all looked down on Lin Feng, as if they could crush him to death effortlessly.
Qiu Junluo faced Lin Feng directly and sneered, "I rarely see someone so foolish, constantly seeking death. Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish."
As he spoke, Qiu Junluo's body was enveloped in a dazzling silver radiance, shining continuously. The very space seemed to be filled with a sharp intent, cutting towards Lin Feng.
"Killing you is as simple as stepping on an ant." Qiu Junluo raised his arm, and a series of feather fans bloomed with extremely sharp silver light. With a wave of his hand, the feather fans streaked across the void, cutting towards Lin Feng, the air emitting a piercing, sharp sound.
As Qiu Junluo launched his attack, a brilliant cold light burst from Lin Feng's body. An aura of terrifying sharpness emanated from him, indestructible and all-annihilating.
At this moment, Lin Feng was like a drawn sword, ready to slay all who stood in his way.
"Kill!" Qiu Junluo spat out the word "kill," and the feather fans instantly arrived in front of Lin Feng, as swift as lightning and thunder.
"Chi chi!" A terrible, piercing sound rang out. In front of Lin Feng, an extremely sharp giant sword materialized. The moment it took shape, a monstrous Sword Dao intent surged forth, killing everything in its path.
The feather fans sliced against the giant sword, producing a sharp noise. At the same time, Qiu Junluo's Martial Soul emerged behind him. The sharp Silver Wings, formed from a series of feather fans, fluttered slightly, and countless silver lights shot towards Lin Feng. Each silver light was incredibly sharp, piercing the space full of holes.
"Silver Wing Battle Soul, impressive." The crowd was secretly awed. The dazzling silver light stung their eyes. Even from a distance, they could clearly feel the terrifying sharpness contained within each silver light. Moreover, the speed of these countless silver lights was suffocating.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The silver light struck the giant sword, which began to deform continuously, sinking inwards. The streaks of silver light imprinted themselves directly onto the giant sword.
"Crack!" A clear sound of shattering rang out. The Silver Wing Battle Soul streaked across the void, and Qiu Junluo instantly appeared above Lin Feng. His Silver Wings flapped, and his gaze was filled with intense contempt.
"An ant dares to contend with the bright moon. How utterly ignorant of death. Kill!"
As Qiu Junluo's voice fell, his Silver Wings fluttered, and countless silver lights burst forth from his Silver Wing Battle Soul, transforming into an endless killing radiance, descending upon Lin Feng below.
"Using a realm advantage to suppress me, I don't see what there is to be so proud of." Lin Feng spat out a cold voice. The world suddenly turned frigid. Snowflakes began to drift slowly in the void. At this moment, Lin Feng exuded a strange, demonic aura, making him appear incredibly handsome and eerie.
"Void Demon Art!" Lin Feng's lips moved, and he uttered a soft sound. Instantly, the endless silver light streaked past him, vanishing without a trace. Lin Feng stood there calmly, and before him, it seemed as if a snowy path through the void had appeared.
PS: I'm ashamed. I wanted to burst out with chapters tomorrow, but today's performance was so miserable. Don't be so discouraging!