Chapter 982: You Are Not Qualified (3)
The silver storm grew increasingly terrifying. The entire void where Qiu Junluo and Lin Feng stood was enveloped by the storm, endless silver radiance continuously pouring down, turning into a sky full of silver rain.
"Not qualified?" Qiu Junluo sneered. "Perish."
As his words fell, his silver wings blotted out the sky, and his terrifying bloodline power roared once more, like an ocean in fury.
In the void, two immense illusory silver wings appeared, covering the heavens and the earth. As they suddenly flapped, the storm shook heaven and earth.
"Shhh, shhh, shhh..." Sharp, piercing sounds rang out. The crowd continuously flickered backward, retreating without pause.
Even though they were already far away, that sharp, piercing aura still stung their bodies. The scattered silver light struck the ground, blasting out holes and riddling the earth with countless craters. One could imagine how terrifying the destructive power was at the center of that dreadful silver storm.
Looking up, they all stared at the silver storm in the void. It was too terrifying. Heaven and earth roared, and the storm tore everything apart. They could no longer even see the figures of Qiu Junluo and Lin Feng. The silver storm seemed to transform into a vortex, intent on dragging everything within into destruction.
At the center of this storm, Qiu Junluo's wings fluttered gracefully as he stood proudly in the void. Gazing at Lin Feng on the snowy path, his expression was cold, tinged with a hint of contempt.
"I want to see how long you can hold out. Your life—I will take it today." Qiu Junluo spat out coldly. Lin Feng would die today.
Standing on the snowy path in the void, Lin Feng looked at the terrifying storm and the silver light that was still destroying space. He was quite shocked. The strength of disciples from great clans was indeed formidable. This man, like Young Master Tianlin, was likely a direct descendant of a Venerable, inheriting a terrifying bloodline power. His bloodline and martial soul were both extremely fearsome. When angered, heaven and earth changed color.
Moreover, compared to Young Master Tianlin, who was at the Third Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, Qiu Junluo was even more powerful, with a cultivation at the Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm.
"That Yang Zilan is a petty man, but he carries the bloodline of the Yang Clan and is male. He has likely been with many women and should possess many types of bloodline power. His methods are probably extremely formidable as well," Lin Feng thought, seeing Qiu Junluo's strength, and then thought of others. There was also the rumored young master of the Xuanyuan Clan, who became the number one disciple of the Heavenly Martial Realm when Stone Emperor and Yu Emperor recruited Martial Emperor's Disciples. He possessed imperial bloodline. How terrifying must he be? Killing those of the same level was probably as easy as stepping on ants.
"Unfortunately, you won't take my life." Lin Feng also spat out coldly, his demonic eyes fixed on Qiu Junluo.
"Is that so? Silver Wings, kill!" Qiu Junluo uttered coldly. Instantly, the illusory silver wings in the void swept out, slashing toward Lin Feng along with the silver storm. At this moment, Lin Feng felt the snowy path in the void waver. When power reached a certain level, even with his void power, he would still be shaken.
"Poor cultivators like you will never understand the power of bloodline. Even if you've trained in some formidable techniques, you'll eventually find yourself standing at the bottom of the martial path. Occasionally looking up, you'll discover there are still too many people you need to look up to. You remain that insignificant existence."
Qiu Junluo's voice was calm, as if trying to shake Lin Feng's spirit.
But Lin Feng's handsome, demonic face only showed a faint smile. His inner strength was not something Qiu Junluo could easily shake. On the path of martial arts, until one reaches the peak, everyone must look up to others. It's just that the higher one climbs, the fewer people they need to look up to, and the more they can look down upon.
Just like in the past, he was an ant at the Mysterious Martial Realm. Even standing in the imperial city of Snow Moon Kingdom, there were many he had to look up to. But later, he could stand at the very top, overlooking all of Snow Moon. This was a gradual transformation, a process of growing stronger, of constantly evolving and elevating.
"There are many people I need to look up to, but at least you will never be among them." Lin Feng said coldly, looking calmly at Qiu Junluo. "From the moment I stepped onto the martial path until now, I have never been suppressed by someone of the same level in battle. I have always challenged those above me. And you, using your Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm strength, along with your powerful bloodline and martial soul, to suppress me, a mere Second Layer cultivator—there is nothing for you to boast about. If we were at the same level, my enemy would not be you. You would be nothing but an ant in my eyes. Even now, you are still nothing in my eyes."
As Lin Feng spoke, with a thought, a sword floated out from his body on the snowy path of the void.
The moment this sword appeared, a beam of light shot forth, as if about to tear through the snowy path. Starlight flickered on the blade, shining brilliantly even within the encirclement of the silver storm.
"What treasure is this again?" Qiu Junluo's expression tightened as he stared at Lin Feng's sword. Because of the snowy path, he couldn't directly feel the sword's power, but just from its radiance, he could sense its terror.
Earlier in their battle, Lin Feng had used three Demon Sealing Stele, then injured him with a mountain stone. He seemed to possess many powerful treasures, and now, another sword had appeared.
"Withdraw!" Lin Feng thought, and the Void Demon Art receded. The snowy path vanished, and Lin Feng's body truly appeared at the center of the storm. But the sword stood there, and the surrounding silver storm seemed to freeze. The sword's light illuminated a patch of void where no silver light could intrude.
"What a terrifying sword!"
Qiu Junluo's expression stiffened as he stared fixedly at Lin Feng. How could this be? With the sword in hand, even the silver storm couldn't invade an inch.
"Kill him!"
The immense illusory silver wings swayed, unleashing a boundless storm of power, all converging to shred Lin Feng.
At this moment, Lin Feng stood quietly. His Seventh Layer Sword Dao Will was fully released, merging into the Celestial Fate Sword. His hand trembled slightly, and the sword let out a hum. Instantly, the surroundings fell silent again. The terrifying silver light froze in place. The radiance refracted by the Celestial Fate Sword could not be breached.
Qiu Junluo's expression froze. How could this be? What kind of sword was this? How could it be so terrifying?
Lin Feng—how did he possess such a formidable treasure again?
"Relying on external objects again?" Qiu Junluo sneered coldly, a sense of unease rising within him.
"There are many ways to deal with you. But you, a Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator using bloodline power to fight me, I don't need to show you any respect. You are not qualified!" Lin Feng replied coldly. The sword in his hand moved slightly. In an instant, a gleam of annihilation bloomed, shredding the surrounding silver light to pieces.
"Kill!"
Qiu Junluo spat out viciously. His terrifying bloodline power roared. The silver wings expanded again, slashing toward Lin Feng. Countless razor-sharp fan-shaped beams of light cut through the air, the silver radiance growing even more piercing.
At the same time, Lin Feng slowly swung the Celestial Fate Sword in his hand. A casual motion, yet it seemed to contain a profound, mysterious intent, imbued with the meaning of Sacred Marks.
"Shhh, shhh!" Strands of silver light annihilated in the void. As the Celestial Fate Sword moved, a brilliant arc bloomed. Wherever the arc passed, all silver light was drawn in and destroyed.
At this moment, the crowd outside still stared intently at the terrifying silver storm. They were all wondering if Lin Feng had been destroyed and killed by now.
With such a fearsome storm, even if he had some powerful methods, Lin Feng had probably already been slain by Qiu Junluo.
"Why is the storm still going? Hasn't Qiu Junluo killed him yet? There's only half an incense stick of time left." Jiang Ning frowned, watching the raging storm. Even if he were caught inside, he would likely be killed by Qiu Junluo. He didn't believe that Lin Feng, a mere Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm cultivator, could walk out alive.
Jiang Ning didn't believe it, and neither did anyone else. They all waited to see Lin Feng's corpse, to teach him for being so arrogant and reckless.