Chapter 983: Trampling
Within the terrifying silver storm, the Celestial Fate Sword stirred up waves of destructive light, shredding the storm around Lin Feng into pieces.
"What level of sword is this?" Qiu Junluo's expression turned ugly. Upon the sword, there seemed to be a wondrous Dao trajectory, and his Silver Wing Storm could not shake Lin Feng at all.
"Die!" Lin Feng let out a cold shout. The Celestial Fate Sword slashed out, and in that instant, a brilliant long dragon appeared within the silver storm.
Qiu Junluo's face darkened. His pair of wings flapped, and the terrifying silver storm transformed into a power of annihilation, all of it blocking that desolate beam of light.
The destructive beam was like a white lightning bolt splitting heaven and earth, annihilating everything in its path. The silver storm blocking its way instantly turned to ashes.
"Whoosh!" The silver wings flapped, and Qiu Junluo's body shot backward with incredible speed, while simultaneously unleashing countless silver rays to block the sword light. However, the sword light was faster and fiercer, catching up to Qiu Junluo in the blink of an eye. The silver rays on either side turned into dazzling streams of light, leaving only the sky-piercing sword light in the middle, so stirring to the heart.
"Silver Wing Shield!" Qiu Junluo's face changed drastically. He roared, and his terrifying bloodline power surged once more. Endless silver storms converged instantly, trying to envelop his body. At the same time, his silver wings closed again, wrapping around his body. Silver light struck the wings encasing him, and in just a moment, Qiu Junluo's entire being was cocooned, turning into a massive silver silkworm chrysalis.
"Crackle, crackle!" The desolate light descended, striking the silver chrysalis. Endless silver light exploded and annihilated, the silver chrysalis being stripped away inch by inch.
"Crack!" A crisp sound rang out. The silver chrysalis was finally completely stripped away, revealing the dazzling wings beneath. The sword light had not yet extinguished; it landed on the wings, producing a sharp screech. Qiu Junluo's Martial Soul wings developed countless cracks, intertwining continuously, as if they might shatter at any moment.
"Roar!" The bloodline power howled in fury. On the silver wings, streaks of fresh blood-red appeared. The shattered silver wings looked like patches of bloody patterns, shocking to behold, yet their hardness seemed even more terrifying.
"Crackle, crackle!" The sword light covered the entire silver wings in cracks, but in the end, it still annihilated and disappeared. The blood-red silver wings encasing Qiu Junluo's body plummeted downward, smashing into the ground and cracking it.
Then, Lin Feng stepped out of the silver storm. The Celestial Fate Sword in his hand had already vanished. The crowd looked at Lin Feng, completely unharmed, and then at Qiu Junluo, who had fallen to the ground, feeling their hearts tremble violently.
"What happened?" That silver storm just now had failed to kill Lin Feng, and instead, Qiu Junluo had been blasted so miserably?
How had Lin Feng done it? With his cultivation at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, how could he be so terrifying?
Jiang Ning and other disciples from major families stood frozen in place. They knew Qiu Junluo's strength well; he was no weaker than them. His Silver Wing Martial Soul was incredibly powerful, both offensively and defensively. Yet, his attack had stirred up a storm but failed to kill Lin Feng, not even injuring him. And his defense had been broken so thoroughly, only saved by the blood-red silver patterns at the last moment. He had nearly died, killed by someone at the Second Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm.
Lin Feng stared at the mass of blood-red patterned silver wings, cursing inwardly. These wings were far too tough. He had felt they were about to shatter, but at the last moment, the wings had produced blood-red patterns, preventing the sword light from piercing through.
Taking a step, Lin Feng descended and stomped heavily onto the blood-red silver wings. A dull thud rang out, and the wings sank into the ground. The crowd's hearts trembled slightly. This guy was trampling Qiu Junluo underfoot. When Qiu Junluo emerged, he would probably go mad.
At the Fifth Layer of Heavenly Martial Realm, with his powerful bloodline and Martial Soul power, he had still lost to Lin Feng and was even being trampled like this. They could almost imagine Qiu Junluo's humiliation.
"All of you treat others like ants, thinking you can easily annihilate them. But now, the ant you looked down upon is trampling on your companion. I wonder how you feel now?" Lin Feng looked at Jiang Ning and the others, speaking coldly.
Jiang Ning and the others had stiff expressions. They truly hadn't taken Lin Feng seriously, believing anyone could easily kill him. Yang Zilan had thought the same, which was why he had given them two incense sticks' time to kill Lin Feng. But the time was almost up.
Not only was Lin Feng not dead, but he was also trampling on Qiu Junluo's dignity.
"Kid, move aside. This guy dared to insult me, the Emperor. I'll make him taste his own medicine." Qiongqi swaggered forward and said to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng rolled his eyes. This bastard really knew how to ruin the mood.
With a slight shift, Lin Feng landed on the ground. Qiongqi sneered at the blood-red patterned silver wings and taunted, "Thinking a shell would keep you safe? Let me give you a taste of being roasted by fire."
With that, Qiongqi opened his mouth and suddenly spat out a flame. In an instant, the flame attached itself to the blood-red silver chrysalis, enveloping it and burning continuously.
The crowd's eyes froze. This demon beast was ruthless, actually using fire to burn.
The flames seemed to grow fiercer, engulfing the entire massive silver wings, producing crackling sounds.
A strange gleam flashed in Qiongqi's eyes, as if in mockery. His fire wasn't so easy to extinguish. Let's see how long he could hide.
At that moment, Lin Feng looked up, his gaze fixed in the distance. He said indifferently, "The time for two incense sticks should be up, right?"
Just as Lin Feng's words fell, two figures appeared in the distance, flashing toward them. It was none other than Yang Zilan and his sister.
But their expressions weren't good, especially Yang Zilan's. Seeing the flames burning on Qiu Junluo's silver wing chrysalis, his smile was extremely stiff.
Lin Feng hadn't died; instead, he had thoroughly humiliated Qiu Junluo.
"Brother Lin, what are you doing?" Yang Zilan asked Lin Feng, his tone quite cold.
"Hand over the Essence Crystals. After that, your Yang family and I will owe each other nothing." Lin Feng completely ignored Yang Zilan's words. Everything Yang Zilan said was hypocritical; there was nothing to discuss. Qiongqi had done the right thing. Since the other party wanted to play games with him, he would get down to business. The Essence Crystals were payment for saving Yang Ziye.
Yang Zilan's expression darkened. He took out a Storage Ring and tossed it to Lin Feng, saying, "Brother Lin can count them. Are there a thousand Essence Crystals?"
"A thousand!" The surrounding crowd's hearts trembled with excitement. A thousand Essence Crystals was a terrifying number.
Lin Feng activated his mind, establishing a connection with the Storage Ring. Then he poured them out, and in an instant, Essence Crystals appeared on the ground.
"Brother Lin, what are you doing?" Yang Zilan's expression stiffened at Lin Feng's action. He said coldly, "Do you not trust me?"
"You guessed right. I don't really trust you." Lin Feng laughed and tossed the Storage Ring to the ground, then used his own Storage Ring to collect the Essence Crystals.
"For a family that repays kindness with enmity, what trust can there be? Alright, now your Yang family and I, Lin Feng, owe each other nothing. You don't have to keep pretending." Lin Feng looked at Yang Zilan's ugly face and smiled brightly. "Don't tell me that those two incense sticks weren't meant for them to kill me. You never intended to give me the Essence Crystals. Not long ago, you were probably thinking that I dared to demand Essence Crystals from the Yang family—I was surely seeking death. Unfortunately, your plan failed, and to maintain the Yang family's face, you had to keep pretending and even hand over the Essence Crystals. How difficult for you. I'll take these many Essence Crystals. Thank the Yang family for their kindness."
"Brother Lin, you should weigh your words before speaking." Yang Zilan said with a dark face.
"No need to threaten me. When I sent your sister back to the Yang family, before we even fell out, you already wanted to kill me. As for now, you're probably already planning how to take my life and retrieve the Void Ship and Essence Crystals. Since the outcome is that you want to kill me, and I can't do anything to your Yang family, I'll just say a few words. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease. I don't like holding it in like you do—it's uncomfortable."
"And Miss Yang." Lin Feng's gaze then fell on Yang Ziye. He said with a faint smile, "There's really nothing about you that I covet. The reason I helped you was simply because you helped me, and that's all. I came to the Yang family hoping to be friends with you, since we met twice in the Wasteland Sea, which is rare. But you've made me understand that we are ultimately from two different worlds. Without equal status, any bond is illusory. Thank you. Farewell."