Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Slaughter
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The white-clothed noble sat on a golden chair, with a seductive woman standing behind him, massaging his shoulders.
“In such a vast wilderness jungle, capturing just one person truly disappoints ,” the noble said coldly.
All the surrounding cultivators turned pale and hurriedly said, “Young master, the wilderness jungle is vast, making it difficult to gather cultivators here. We have already captured over a hundred people in this area. Finding more would require searching further afield.”
“This Winged Snake is exceptionally cunning, devouring more than a hundred people without being caught. Bind all these people together to lure the Winged Snake. This ti, we must succeed in inducing the snake to its death,” the noble’s voice was icy cold.
“Show rcy, young master, please spare us,” the tied-up cultivators pleaded loudly as they realized they were to beco bait for the Winged Snake.
“Begging is useless. Such lowly creatures have only this one purpose,” the noble remarked indifferently, as if killing ant nothing to him.
“What are you waiting for? Quickly bring that boy over and bind him too,” the noble instructed coldly.
“Yes, young master.”
One cultivator leaped out and approached Lin Feng, reaching to seize him.
Lin Feng turned to the cultivator, recognizing him as one of the individuals who had previously led him there. A cold smile appeared on Lin Feng’s face as he swung his right hand, executing a Great Saint Splitting move that struck the cultivator’s chest fiercely.
“Ah…”
The cultivator scread, his body flying over thirty ters away before falling heavily to the ground. After twitching a few tis, he was completely still. Upon closer examination, it was clear he had no breath left; Lin Feng’s single punch had shattered his internal organs, killing him instantly.
“Aiding the wicked and causing harm, despicable,” a cold voice suddenly echoed through the forest.
The entire forest fell into dead silence.
Everyone was stunned, their expressions dumbfounded.
The cultivator whom Lin Feng had just killed was a Martial Artist Seventh Level.
Lin Feng, a young boy of only fifteen or sixteen, had knocked a Martial Artist Seventh Level cultivator flying dozens of ters with one punch and killed him on the spot.
Indeed, it was shocking.
“Oh, I didn’t expect you capable of such strength,” the young noble did not beco angry seeing his subordinate killed. Instead, he smiled and waved his hand, saying, “All of you, attack. Don’t kill him outright, capture him alive. I will feed him to the Winged Snake later and show him what awaits while waiting for the Winged Snake to devour him.”
“Kill.”
Imdiately, over a dozen cultivators surrounded Lin Feng, moving with great speed and fierce intent.
Although Lin Feng demonstrated formidable combat power, these people were unafraid.
Firstly, they had the advantage in numbers.
Secondly, they believed their companion had been careless and caught off guard by Lin Feng.
As the dozen cultivators quickly approached, Lin Feng moved as well. Instead of retreating, he advanced, charging towards them.
“Young brother, run! You’re no match for these people,” shouted the bound cultivators.
“Young brother, escape, or you’ll end up in the snake’s belly,” they yelled, visibly concerned while watching Lin Feng.
Despite knowing they might soon be fed to the Winged Snake themselves, they did not wish to see Lin Feng share their fate.
Faced with the encirclent of more than a dozen cultivators, Lin Feng moved like the wind, incredibly fast as he dashed among the crowd, dodging and weaving with agility.
Various weapons such as knives and swords slashed towards Lin Feng, but he evaded them all with ease.
Lin Feng dodged their attacks among the crowd as if he was strolling leisurely.
“Slap! Slap! Slap!”
Loud slapping sounds echoed continuously as one cultivator after another was sent flying.
Lin Feng moved through the crowd, slapping soone away with each movent.
Lin Feng’s current strength had already reached twelve thousand eight hundred pounds, so it was unimaginable how terrifying a slap like that could be.
The cultivators were all sent flying, their faces mangled by Lin Feng’s slaps.
“Ah…”
These cultivators let out the most harrowing screams as they hit the ground, writhing in agony. So were even directly killed by a single slap from Lin Feng.
“My heavens…”
“What did I just see?”
“Is this real?”
The bound cultivators exclaid incredulously.
These were all elite cultivators, each with cultivation at or above the Martial Artist Seventh Level, and so even at the Martial Artist Eighth Level.
Yet, they could not withstand a single move from Lin Feng.
The noble’s face also darkened, and he said coldly, “Boy, for killing so many of my n, you deserve to die a thousand deaths.”
“For aiding the wicked, death!” Lin Feng said coldly.
“Zhang Kuang, kill him.”
The noble ordered.
The only remaining cultivator was the one from whom Lin Feng had sensed danger before. This was a Martial Artist Ninth Level, whose depths were unfathomable.
“Rest assured, young master. I will make sure this boy has no place to rest his soul.”
Zhang Kuang took the order, a fierce grin spreading across his face as he advanced towards Lin Feng.
“Mad God Fist Technique.”
Zhang Kuang roared, wielding a powerful fist technique, emanating a wild aura sweeping across heaven and earth, unstoppable.
“Boy, dying under my Mad God Fist Technique should allow you to rest in peace,” Zhang Kuang said with a fierce grin.
This was a Dark Stage elentary martial skill, imnsely powerful, enabling Zhang Kuang to remain undefeated in countless battles.
“This man’s strength reaches twenty-five thousand six hundred pounds, twice my own,” noted Lin Feng, his expression showing a hint of seriousness.
Yet, Lin Feng did not retreat in the slightest.
The noble gave Lin Feng a feeling even more powerful than Zhang Kuang.
If he could not eliminate Zhang Kuang, then when the noble intervened, certain death awaited him.
“Little brother, this man is at the Martial Artist Ninth Level. Run quickly!”
The captive cultivators shouted loudly, anxiously watching Lin Feng.
Lin Feng did not flee. Instead, he faced Zhang Kuang head-on.
“Devouring Martial Soul!”
“Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique!”
Lin Feng unleashed his most powerful attack in an instant.
Though Lin Feng’s Devouring Martial Soul did not possess offensive power, it had formidable binding strength.
When Zhang Kuang approached, Lin Feng imdiately unleashed the Devouring Martial Soul.
A black hole erged from his dantian, enveloping an area about a ter around Lin Feng.
This was Lin Feng’s current release limit.
But it was already enough. Zhang Kuang found himself enshrouded in the Devouring Black Hole, greatly hampering his movents, drastically reducing his speed, and massively weakening his strength.
Lin Feng roared mightily. The Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique operated, and that formidable punch instantly struck.
Bang!
Lin Feng and Zhang Kuang clashed brutally, fully unleashing the power of the Dragon Elephant.
Crack.
Zhang Kuang’s arm promptly broke, and Lin Feng’s fully-powered punch did not lose montum, slamming fiercely into Zhang Kuang’s chest.
Zhang Kuang’s chest caved under Lin Feng’s punch. His entire body went flying, slamming into a rocky wall before sliding to the ground, coughing up blood mixed with internal organs. After a few violent convulsions, he expired. A powerful being at the Martial Artist Ninth Level was struck down by Lin Feng’s single punch.
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