Chapter 442
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Chapter 442: Are You Talking to Me?
“By the way, what’s your name?”
Jin Wuming suddenly smiled and asked.
“Lin Feng!”
“Lin Feng…”
Jin Wuming murmured to himself, then said,
“You saved my clansmen, so consider it that Tianmen owes you a favor… One day, I will repay this favor!”
After saying this,
Jin Wuming didn’t wait for Lin Feng to respond. With a wave of his hand,
he transformed the unconscious Jin Mingxi on the ground into a streak of light and vanished into the vast night sky in an instant.
Lin Feng watched the other leave,
and the calm expression on his face finally showed a hint of change.
So far,
he had encountered three major forces in the Spirit Realm,
namely, the Hehuan Sect, the Ice Spirit Palace, and Tianmen!
He couldn’t tell which of these three forces was stronger or weaker.
“What kind of world is the Spirit Realm, really?”
“Gods’ Twilight, the ancient calamity, did that old man participate in that earth-shattering battle back when he was at the peak of tribulation?”
Lin Feng sighed,
as he walked along this path,
he had resolved many of the confusions in his heart.
But as his horizons expanded, the mysteries seemed to deepen!
“Forget it, I’ll just continue roasting my chicken!”
Lin Feng caught a plump Kun chicken from the forest and started roasting it.
….
The next morning,
Lin Feng continued towards the location marked by the red star on the map,
and about half an hour later,
a bare mountain peak appeared before him.
The mountain was entirely a light blue color, with a faint aura of spiritual energy enveloping its surface, shrouded in mist, resembling a fairyland.
This mountain was clearly the location marked by the red star!
At this moment,
a group of cultivators was scattered around the mountain, searching for something meticulously.
Some Martial God realm cultivators attempted to fly to the mountain top,
but as soon as they ascended about ten meters, it was as if they were attacked by something, crashing heavily to the ground, nearly losing half their lives.
“Damn it, what kind of place is this? There’s even a forbidden air formation!”
The Martial God realm cultivator wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression dark!
As soon as these words were spoken,
countless cultivators scattered in the West Zhou raised their heads, looking eagerly at the bare green mountain before them!
A forbidden air formation?
Could it be that the legendary immortal inheritance is hidden atop this green mountain?
“Since we can’t fly, let’s climb up!”
A middle-aged man quickly ascended about ten meters up the rocky crevices of the mountain.
Seeing this, the others couldn’t help but stir, preparing to follow closely!
This was an opportunity for immortal inheritance!
No one wanted to fall behind!
However, just then.
“Boom!”
The middle-aged man who had rushed up first suddenly exploded into a mist of blood without any warning, not even letting out a scream!
Upon witnessing this scene,
the crowd hurriedly stopped in their tracks, a wave of horror washing over them.
That middle-aged man was at least a Martial Saint strongman!
How could he suddenly die, and in such a tragic manner!
Lin Feng also frowned slightly,
he couldn’t even figure out why the middle-aged man died…
There were no fluctuations of spiritual energy, nor did he sense any aura of formations; it just exploded out of thin air…
Could it be a mental attack?
At that moment,
a disdainful voice fell into the ears of everyone present.
“After all, you are a bunch of ignorant trash from a forsaken land, knowing nothing, yet you dare to come here to vie for the immortal inheritance!”
“Swish~”
Everyone immediately turned their eyes,
only to find that the speaker was a young man dressed in a fiery red robe,
who stood seven feet tall, with an arrogant demeanor, but his face was extremely ugly, covered in spots that made him look quite awkward.
Behind him were two attendants,
whose expressions were calm, their bodies enveloped in a faint aura of spirituality, their strength unfathomable!
“Hiss~ It’s actually Zhao Yan!”
A few scattered cultivators from the Spirit Realm immediately recognized the identity of the young man.
“Zhao Yan is a true disciple of the Burning Valley, and his strength has already reached the mid-stage of the Out-of-Body realm! His two attendants are both powerful beings at the Nascent Soul stage!”
“This time, the commotion over the immortal inheritance seems to have attracted quite a few people from major sects in the Spirit Realm. You should know that when the West Sea Secret Realm opened before, they showed no interest at all!”
…..
At this moment,
a martial soul strongman from Earth couldn’t help but whisper to his companion:
“It’s actually him!”
“The Pope of the Holy Church and the Son of the Sacred Water Kingdom, Sabia, seem to have been hunted down by him after offending him, their fates unknown!”
His companion’s expression changed drastically upon hearing this,
immediately signaling the martial soul cultivator not to speak recklessly, but it was already too late!
“Do you two know that Pope and Sabia?”
Zhao Yan asked coldly, his gaze icy.
“N-no… we don’t know!”
The two hurriedly replied in fear.
On Earth, they might still be considered strong, but in front of the Spirit Realm’s prodigies, they were like ants…
“Since you don’t know, then go die…”
Zhao Yan sneered,
and with a casual slap, he sent the two crashing to the ground, blood flowing from their seven orifices, dying on the spot…
Seeing this scene,
everyone in the crowd was silent as a grave, not daring to make a sound.
This was the powerful monster of the Spirit Realm!
Here, he almost had absolute power over life and death, controlling the lives of these ants, killing whoever he wanted, letting whoever he wanted die…
Just then.
Someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed.
“My God, the prodigies of the Ice Spirit Palace have also arrived!”
A group of people immediately turned to look,
only to find three stunningly beautiful women walking briskly towards them.
The leading woman wore a white dress and held a sword, looking quite heroic; she was Tang Ru, a true disciple of the Ice Spirit Palace, with mid-stage Out-of-Body realm cultivation!
Beside Tang Ru stood the sister duo, Tang Ziyue and Tang Zitong.
The three clearly witnessed what had just happened, but they showed no intention of stepping forward to seek justice,
because this was the cruel reality of the cultivation world!
The weak have no voice in front of the strong…
When a strong person is enraged,
the lives of countless mortals are nothing to mention!
“So it’s the fairy Tang Ru from the Ice Spirit Palace!”
Zhao Yan looked at the three women with great interest, smiling broadly.
Tang Ru nodded, not wanting to engage with Zhao Yan.
But Zhao Yan’s gaze was unabashedly fixed on Tang Ziyue and Tang Zitong…
“You ugly freak, have you never seen a beautiful woman?”
Tang Ziyue said angrily.
Zhao Yan’s expression turned cold upon hearing this,
a dense killing intent emanating from his entire being.
His ugly appearance was a permanent pain in his heart, his greatest physical flaw!
He hated it when others called him ugly!
Why were the Pope and Sabia hunted down by him?
It was simply because they inadvertently said he was ugly…
“Do you dare to say I’m ugly?”
Zhao Yan said darkly.
“You ugly freak, can’t I say it?”
Tang Ziyue showed no fear.
Zhao Yan clenched his fists tightly, making a creaking sound.
But he quickly calmed down again, smiling as he said:
“Actually, I’ve seen quite a few beauties and slept with quite a few, but someone as tender as you is rare! How about letting your brother take care of you?”
“You shameless!”
Tang Ziyue exploded in anger,
but was timely stopped by her senior sister Tang Ru!
“The situation is unclear; we should act low-key! Let’s wait for the senior sister to arrive before we talk!”
Tang Ru whispered.
Hearing this, Tang Ziyue could only glare fiercely at Zhao Yan,
feeling a bit wronged in her heart…
She never expected that she and her sister had just been harassed by people from the Hehuan Sect, and now they were being harassed again by the infamous ugly freak from the Burning Valley…
In the crowd,
Lin Feng watched this scene with indifference,
though Zhao Yan was arrogant, lewd, pretentious, and ugly, as long as he didn’t provoke him, he couldn’t be bothered to care.
Standing up for others was something heroes should do!
He didn’t want to be a hero; he just wanted to be a tyrant!
But just then,
Zhao Yan casually scanned the crowd and unexpectedly fixed his gaze on him, saying:
“You, step forward!”
“Swish swish~”
A group of cultivators from the West Zhou felt their scalps tingle and hurriedly fled to the sides, clearing a space and leaving Lin Feng standing alone there!
“Are you talking to me?”
Lin Feng pointed at himself, surprised.
“Yes, I’m talking about you!”
Zhao Yan said indifferently.
“But we shouldn’t know each other, right?”
Lin Feng frowned.
“Indeed, we don’t know each other, but I just hate it when good-looking people flaunt themselves in front of me!”
“Kneel down! Otherwise, die!”
Zhao Yan said with an air of superiority.
Lin Feng:…
