Splash!
Mud surged as a massive crocodile-shaped Demon Beast burst forth from the mud, its gaping maw snapping at Lin Feng.
This was a Level Two Seventh Layer Demon Beast, equivalent to a Great Martial Master Seventh Layer Martial Artist.
"Seeking death!"
Lin Feng casually threw a punch, blasting the Demon Beast into pieces, scattering its remains across the swamp.
The next mont, Lin Feng’s feet ejected True Qi, propelling him into the air as he flew into the distance.
Lin Feng’s movent technique was incredibly powerful; walking on ripples, after a dozen leaps, he arrived on solid ground.
Lin Feng glanced at the Waist Token on his belt, which emitted a faint cyan light showing the number ’10’.
Killing a Level Two Seventh Layer Demon Beast awarded him ten points.
Lin Feng was surprised; he didn’t know the mysteries of the Waist Token that could automatically detect his score.
Afterward, Lin Feng put away the Waist Token and surveyed his surroundings.
There was no one else around; he was in an extrely dense forest.
In the depths of the forest, indistinct roars of unknown Demon Beasts sent chills down one’s spine even without the cold.
Shortly after, Lin Feng picked a direction at random and, utilizing his movent technique, quickly left the area.
In the dim forest, sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, casting speckled patterns of light on the ground covered in dry leaves, bringing a trace of brightness to the gloomy forest.
Lin Feng had been wandering in the forest for about two to three hours without encountering a single person, though he killed nurous Demon Beasts he encountered, consuming their Beast Souls and Essence Blood.
A breeze passed by, rustling sounds emanating from all directions.
Lin Feng halted his steps; a monkey appeared in front of him.
This monkey, roughly the size of a human but possessing a pair of silver arms that were extrely long and could touch the ground when it stood up.
The monkey, with a cold gaze, looked towards Lin Feng, its eyes revealing a hint of mockery.
Level Two Ninth Layer Demon Beast, Silver-Ard Ape!
Lin Feng recognized the monkey; this was the Silver-Ard Ape, famous for its silver arms as tough as Hundred-refined Steel, solid enough to compare to Upper Grade Level Two Weapons and incredibly powerful.
"Crack!"
The sound of snapping branches echoed as the Silver-Ard Ape stomped, charging towards Lin Feng like lightning, its long arms aiming straight for his head.
"Heh, let’s see if your silver arms are tougher, or my Spirit-Slaying Sword sharper!"
A flash of silver light, in Lin Feng’s hand appeared a silver, shiny Spirit Sword, a Middle Grade Level Three Weapon.
Shoo!
Faced with the charging Silver-Ard Ape, Lin Feng unleashed a sword strike, the blade light exploding in brilliance, slicing the air ahead.
Confident in its silver arms, the Silver-Ard Ape crossed its left arm in defense against the sword light, while reaching its right arm towards Lin Feng’s head.
Clang!!
The Spirit-Slaying Sword struck the silver arms of the Silver-Ard Ape; initially, a tallic clang sound was heard, followed soon by the sword cutting through, slicing the ape’s arm, and flashing past its body.
Pffft!!
Blood sprayed as the Silver-Ard Ape was cleaved into two.
A Level Two Ninth Layer Demon Beast was no match for a single strike from Lin Feng.
The Spirit-Slaying Sword, a Middle Grade Level Three Weapon, was incredibly sharp, doubling Lin Feng’s combat effectiveness with its use.
Though the Silver-Ard Ape was a formidable opponent for a Great Martial Master Seventh Layer facing it solely had the option to flee. However, this didn’t apply to everyone, Lin Feng’s strength could not simply be asured by realms.
The blood spewing from the Silver-Ard Ape hadn’t even hit the ground before Lin Feng instantly devoured it.
After consuming the Essence Blood and Beast Soul of the Silver-Ard Ape, leaving behind only a dry corpse, Lin Feng, with the Spirit-Slaying Sword on his back, continued onwards.
Another hour passed, and after slaying more Demon Beasts, Lin Feng’s points had reached over three thousand when he finally encountered another living person.
This is a sturdy young man dressed in a red long robe, a disciple of the Diancang Sect.
This Diancang Sect disciple also noticed Lin Feng and imdiately flew towards him.
"Haha! My luck, Zhao Ang, is really good!"
Zhao Ang of the Diancang Sect flew close to Lin Feng, saw Lin Feng’s cultivation, and imdiately burst into laughter.
"Oh? What’s so good about your luck?"
Lin Feng asked with a light smile.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Ang snorted coldly, "Kid, stop pretending to be dumb! Hand over everything you have quickly, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse!"
Even if Lin Feng handed over his waist token, Zhao Ang would not let him go.
Because the Elders of the Diancang Sect had also instructed to show no rcy to any Divine Wind Camp disciples!
Lin Feng shook his head and coldly laughed, "Sorry, I won’t give you my things. Instead, give everything you have!"
Lin Feng scoffed inwardly, this Diancang Sect disciple was only at the Great Martial Master Eighth Layer, yet dared to trouble him; truly ignorant of the word ’death’!
"What?"
Zhao Ang was montarily stunned, took another look at Lin Feng, and his eyes showed a murderous intent, "Truly courting death, since you want to die sooner, I will fulfill your wish!"
As soon as Zhao Ang finished speaking, he threw a punch towards Lin Feng’s head.
This punch from Zhao Ang was extrely fierce and fast, if it hit Lin Feng’s head, even if Lin Feng had a strong physique like copper and iron, it would be a life-threatening injury!
"Die!"
A sinister smile appeared in Zhao Ang’s eyes.
Bang!
A muffled sound, powerful energy exploded, and Zhao Ang’s fist did not hit Lin Feng’s head but was stopped by a palm.
Ergh!
At the sa ti, Zhao Ang felt his neck tightening as if clamped firmly by iron pliers, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Lin Feng blocked the opponent’s fist with one hand and lightning-fast grabbed the opponent’s neck with the other hand, slightly lifting his arm, he directly picked Zhao Ang up.
"Now, do you still want to kill ?"
Lin Feng asked indifferently.
"I... I...!"
Zhao Ang, his neck gripped by Lin Feng, his face flushed red, his eyes filled with horror, couldn’t even speak.
He had never dread that Lin Feng, clearly at the cultivation of Great Martial Master Seventh Layer, would be so powerful to subdue him instantly.
Zhao Ang beca stiff all over because Lin Feng’s palm could end his life with just a release of power.
"Can’t be bothered talking nonsense with you, you can die now!"
Lin Feng shook his head slightly, his palm hardened, ready to crush the opponent’s neck.
Zhao Ang, in great fear, urgently cried out: "Treasure... treasure!"
"Treasure?"
Lin Feng puzzled, slightly loosened his grip, and asked, "What treasure?"
With Lin Feng’s grip slightly loosened, Zhao Ang could breathe easier and hurriedly said, "As long as you don’t kill , I’ll tell you where the treasure is!"
Lin Feng sneered, shook his head, and said, "You have a treasure yet don’t retrieve it yourself? You’d wait for ?"
Lin Feng didn’t believe his words.
"There really is a treasure, if you let go, I’ll tell you!"
Zhao Ang was desperate, very afraid that Lin Feng wouldn’t believe him and would simply kill him.
User Comments
0 comments from readers