Chapter 981: Bloodline Power (2)
"If you're not convinced, you can come at me together too." Lin Feng's arrogant words made Jiang Ning's expression freeze. He was actually being told to attack together—two elite disciples from a great family, both at the Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, ganging up on someone at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm. It would be shameful just to speak of it.
Especially now, when even without using his trump cards, Jiang Ning had no absolute certainty of killing Lin Feng. This man actually understood Void Power and even possessed several Demon Sealing Steles. Killing Lin Feng didn't seem so simple anymore.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound rang out. Qiu Junluo's body, wrapped in silver light, moved slightly. The silver light flickered as his enormous Silver Wing Battle Soul shifted, as if trying to break free. Lin Feng let out a cold laugh, took a step forward, and appeared directly above Qiu Junluo's body, staring coldly at the silver light mass below.
With a thought, a stone appeared in Lin Feng's palm. In an instant, the stone expanded, transforming into a towering mountain that Lin Feng held aloft in his hand.
This scene made the crowd's expressions stiffen once more. What kind of treasure was this now? Was this guy actually going to use this mountain to smash Qiu Junluo?
A fierce wind suddenly howled. The crowd seemed to feel the natural forces of heaven and earth converging toward that mountain. The giant peak in Lin Feng's palm could communicate with the power of heaven and earth.
Holding the Heavenly Jade Stone in his hand, Lin Feng quietly sensed it. That wondrous feeling of connecting with the natural Dao of heaven and earth surfaced once again. At this moment, it seemed the power of heaven and earth itself would serve him. His attack would draw upon the vast momentum of the world.
His long robe whipped and snapped in the gale. Lin Feng stared down at the space below, a cold gleam in his eyes. With a thought, three Demon Sealing Steles flew out from the silver light mass and returned to his body.
"Crack, crack!" Qiu Junluo seemed to sense something. His Silver Wing Battle Soul rustled loudly as it slowly spread open, revealing his eyes. Then he saw Lin Feng standing in the void, holding a mountain in his hand, wearing an eerie smile as he took a fierce step toward him. Before he even arrived, a terrifying pressure crushed down, nearly suffocating him.
A whooshing sound rang out as the Silver Wing Battle Soul closed again, tightly wrapping around his body. At the same time, Lin Feng's body plunged downward.
"Boom, rumble!" The crowd seemed to hear heaven and earth roaring in fury. Centered on Lin Feng, a wild, natural momentum stirred up a hurricane, howling madly, making their expressions stiffen. Qiu Junluo was in for it this time.
"I'll let you hide!" Lin Feng spat out a shout. Heaven and earth exploded with sound. He raised his hand and hurled the mountain. The giant peak formed from the Heavenly Jade Stone smashed violently toward the silver light mass. At that moment, everyone's eyes were fixed solely on that mountain.
"Boom, crack! Rumble!" Like thunder tearing across the sky, the mountain slammed into the silver light. The ground instantly split apart, deep fissures crisscrossing and spreading outward in all directions.
The crowd stared in horror at the cracked earth beneath them, leaping back as their hearts seemed to convulse violently. They fixed their gazes on where Qiu Junluo had been. A hole had appeared there, and Qiu Junluo had been smashed somewhere unknown.
Lin Feng's body rose into the air, the Heavenly Jade Stone still held in his palm, his eyes coldly fixed on the ground below. After the earth split open, there was no sound from that spot.
Jiang Ning and the others swallowed hard. That momentum just now had made even them tremble with fear. They had no idea how Qiu Junluo was faring now.
Just then, a mass of silver light streaked through the air, and a figure appeared in the void—it was Qiu Junluo.
His enormous Silver Wing Battle Soul was now spread open, revealing his body. His robes were torn, and he was covered in blood. A shocking wound marred his forehead, and his entire body looked like a bloody mess.
Qiu Junluo's expression was ice-cold, like the eyes of the Nine Nether Abyss, staring at Lin Feng as if he wanted to devour him whole.
"Your bird wings are really tough," Lin Feng spat out coldly. Even with such ferocious power, he hadn't managed to shatter those silver wings—only injured Qiu Junluo inside.
The crowd deeply agreed. The hardness of Qiu Junluo's Silver Wing Battle Soul was terrifying. Even after being struck with such overwhelming force, it hadn't cracked. Incredible.
"I want you dead!" Qiu Junluo uttered a voice as cold as ice. Lin Feng's brow twitched, and he revealed a mocking smile. "You said a few breaths ago that you could kill me. And now?"
"I'll make you understand that true, powerful strength cannot be resisted by relying on external objects," Qiu Junluo said. As he spoke, a terrifying bloodline power suddenly surged from his body. At that moment, the crowd seemed to hear the roar of an ocean and the churning of thunder.
"So strong, this bloodline power!" The crowd's eyes froze. Qiu Junluo was now using his bloodline power. Silver light scattered across heaven and earth, and a sharp wind howled through the void. Soon, the crowd found that the entire space was shrouded in a terrifying, piercing aura.
From Qiu Junluo's body, a bloodline force surged into the clouds, incredibly fearsome.
On Qiu Junluo's body, silver light soared upward. His enormous Silver Wing Battle Soul spread open, and the wings began to extend wildly. Each wing stretched to a hundred meters, like the terrifying feathers of a demonic beast. The dazzling silver light refracted from the wings was blinding.
Bloodline gave birth to Martial Soul, and Qiu Junluo was now using his bloodline power to strengthen his Martial Soul.
At this moment, a violent silver storm swept through the void—a truly terrifying storm. Every fragment within the storm carried a sharp, piercing aura, as if it could obliterate anyone.
"Retreat, fall back!"
Many people began to retreat. This silver storm seemed ready to devour the entire space. Its momentum was too terrifying.
It seemed Qiu Junluo was truly enraged. Given his status, he had just been toyed with by someone at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, smashed into severe injury, and drenched in blood. Now, he had even activated his bloodline power.
Lin Feng stood calmly in the void, facing Qiu Junluo. That terrifying silver storm was aimed directly at him, as if it would swallow him whole.
"So this is bloodline power—the descendants of the strong possess formidable bloodlines, powerful Martial Souls, and terrifying combat strength. Killing ordinary people of the same level is effortless. I've cultivated so many powerful techniques that killing ordinary Fifth Layer Heavenly Martial Realm cultivators is easy, but to deal with someone like Qiu Junluo, I have to use some real trump cards."
Lin Feng quietly sensed the power of this storm, thinking to himself. If he went all out, he could certainly kill Qiu Junluo, but some of his methods couldn't be used casually. Having just stepped into the Eight Wastelands Realm, if not for the shamelessness of the Yang Clan, he wouldn't have ended up like this—making enemies as soon as he arrived. This wasn't what he wanted, but he had no choice.
He had saved someone's life, and the other party wanted to kill him. What more was there to say? Only battle.
The crowd stared at Lin Feng, wondering what his identity was. His combat power was so terrifying. At this moment, Lin Feng appeared eerily handsome, his long robe fluttering, his bearing extraordinary. He was also a rare genius. Unfortunately, if he had no other trump cards, he would probably still die at Qiu Junluo's hands. This bloodline power was too terrifying.
"You actually possess Demon Sealing Steles. Too bad—they'll be mine too," Qiu Junluo said coldly to Lin Feng. The silver storm grew increasingly intense. Lin Feng focused his mind, and snowflakes began to fall. He used Void Demon Art once again, rendering the storm unable to affect him.
"Void Art. I don't believe that at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, you can set up a Void Art powerful enough to withstand this. When the attack force reaches a certain level, your Void Art will still break," Qiu Junluo said icily. The terrifying silver storm continuously churned toward Lin Feng. "And even if you can't break it, let's see how long you can hide."
Lin Feng's eerie eyes stared coldly at Qiu Junluo. "You're still so arrogant. Void Art can indeed be broken, but at least, you're not qualified to say that."
There was no technique that couldn't be broken—Void Art included—as long as the attack was strong enough. But Lin Feng was very clear about his own Void Demon Art, conjured from the Linglong Saint Immortal Qi. At the very least, Qiu Junluo couldn't break it.
As for time, with the Linglong Saint Immortal Qi Lin Feng could currently mobilize, supporting the Void Demon Art for two incense sticks' worth of time was no problem at all. Besides, did he need to keep hiding? Qiu Junluo was far too confident.