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Chapter 929: Two Great Spirit Emperors

“Bright Moon!”

Tears streamed down the ancient monk’s face.

This was the legendary Sword God of a generation, a figure from the same era, once so spirited and looking down upon the world, yet now revealing such a desolate appearance.

His sword was broken!

His life was also counting down.

“The sword lives as long as the person lives; when the sword dies, the person dies. This is the fate of my Sword Sect.”

The Bright Moon Sword God weakly uttered these words.

As soon as he finished speaking,

The last glimmer of divine light from his sword dissipated, falling into complete silence, like an ordinary piece of scrap iron.

“Old buddy…”

The Bright Moon Sword God stared blankly at the sword in his hand, his expression growing increasingly dim.

The ancient monk’s tears were nearly dried up.

He didn’t understand why he was crying so sorrowfully; perhaps it was because he too was about to die, or perhaps it was the sadness of the fall of a legendary Sword God.

“Don’t waste time; hurry and send those two on their way. There are others waiting for us to deal with!”

Shen Tian looked towards the four undead warriors not far away.

One of the undead warriors nodded and stepped forward, preparing to execute the ancient monk, while the Bright Moon Sword God, even if left alone, would not survive for more than a few minutes.

“Tap tap tap~”

At that moment,

A faint sound of footsteps suddenly came from the distant gray mist.

A tall figure’s outline flickered in and out of view.

“Who?”

Shen Tian’s gaze turned cold, and he immediately demanded an answer.

The news of his identity being exposed absolutely could not get out.

The four undead warriors, along with the ancient monk and the Bright Moon Sword God, also turned their dim eyes towards the distant gray mist.

Soon,

The face of the newcomer appeared before everyone.

“Lin Xiaoyou!”

The ancient monk exclaimed in surprise.

The Bright Moon Sword God’s dim eyes sparkled with a hint of life.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he said nothing, as if he had found complete relief, slowly collapsing to the ground,

Until death,

He still tightly clutched the broken sword in his arms.

“Bright Moon!”

Seeing the Bright Moon Sword God die, the ancient monk’s voice turned hoarse.

Lin Feng looked at the corpse of the Bright Moon Sword God, his gaze flickering slightly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity,

Shen Tian quietly appeared behind Lin Feng, intending to ambush him in the same way.

“Bang!”

Lin Feng didn’t even turn his head, allowing the opponent’s hand, as sharp as a steel blade, to reach for his back, leaving only a shallow mark on his body.

“The Beishan Sect is indeed a traitor to the human race.”

Lin Feng turned to look at Shen Tian calmly.

“You….”

Shen Tian felt a sense of impending doom, but there was no time to think further; he immediately shouted:

“Let’s work together and make sure to keep this kid here!”

“Swish~”

The four undead warriors showed no hesitation, each unleashing their powers to attack Lin Feng, but their assaults were easily blocked by him.

In the face of absolute strength,

Numbers meant nothing!

“Boom!”

Lin Feng struck out with a palm, sending the four undead warriors and Shen Tian staggering backward, while the undead minions were swept away by the overwhelming force.

“How strong… This person is probably not much weaker than Lord Huang Ling!”

The four undead warriors looked horrified.

Just a brief exchange, and they felt the oppressive force from Lin Feng, as if it were a mountain or sea.

“This bastard!”

Shen Tian’s expression turned extremely grim as he quickly devised a counter-strategy in his mind.

But the answer was none!

Faced with Lin Feng,

They had almost no chance of winning; a head-on confrontation would only lead to death.

“Run!”

Shen Tian did not hesitate, turning to flee; he absolutely could not lose his life here.

“Do you think you can escape in front of me?”

Lin Feng’s massive hand reached out, catching Shen Tian, who had just fled thousands of meters in an instant, and squeezed lightly.

“Bang!”

Shen Tian’s body was crushed, exploding into a mist of blood, even his soul collapsing under the pressure of a terrifying force!

This was Lin Feng’s current strength!

A second-class powerhouse was easily killed!

Seeing this scene,

The entire undead army was stunned, hardly daring to move!

So strong!

Really too strong!

The intelligence was wrong; how could such a terrifying human powerhouse appear on this battlefield?

The four undead warriors were filled with dread.

“If anyone dares to escape without my permission, the only outcome is to have their soul scattered…”

Lin Feng said lightly,

Then he walked towards the ancient monk.

At this moment,

The ancient monk was holding the corpse of the Bright Moon Sword God, looking very sad and distressed. Seeing Lin Feng approach, he hoarsely said:

“Lin Xiaoyou, although the Bright Moon Sword God had enmity with you before, this time, he has done no wrong to the human race! He also fulfilled his promise to you, dying on this battlefield…”

Lin Feng said nothing but crouched down to examine the remains of the Bright Moon Sword God.

His heart was shattered, his essence lost, and his soul completely dissipated.

“He still lived up to the title of Sword God…”

Lin Feng gave an evaluation.

He felt no sadness over the death of Bright Moon, only a sense of regret.

“The Beishan Sect is a traitor; we must quickly relay this news to the deepest part of the battlefield, or else Ling Yun and the others might run into big problems!”

The ancient monk suddenly said.

Lin Feng was about to respond when suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the void, swiftly grabbing at the ancient monk.

“Buzz~”

The ancient monk’s pupils constricted, and he immediately tried to resist, only to find that all his Dao fruits were suppressed by the overwhelming force of the hand!

“Third-class tribulation!”

The ancient monk exclaimed in horror.

“Hmph!”

Lin Feng snorted coldly and immediately intervened to block the hand.

But just as he was confronting the mysterious powerhouse,

A terrifying being in a black robe appeared behind him, directly twisting off the ancient monk’s head, tearing his soul into countless fragments.

This scene happened almost simultaneously,

Even Lin Feng, strong as he was, couldn’t react in time!

He could block one strong person’s ambush, but he couldn’t block a second!

The next second.

“Swish~”

The two mysterious powerhouses appeared on the scene.