I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 420 My Arrow Has a Better Sense of Direction Than I

Even Shi Hanfeng had to circulate his energy to resist the pressure, his robes fluttering wildly.

"This..."

His eyes widened.

So this is... the Asura Sword Sovereign...

Even in such a decayed state... He was still this terrifying.

Far away, in the depths of Dao Origin City, several ancient figures opened their eyes simultaneously.

Their gazes pierced through space, landing directly on the Xiao estate.

"That aura..."

"It’s him."

"The Asura Sword Sovereign... Xiao Yan."

A heavy silence followed.

"Who," one of them muttered gravely, "has provoked his fury at a ti like this?"

Back in the chamber... The air had completely changed. Xiao Yan’s eyes burned.

No longer dim.No longer fading.

They blazed like twin suns, filled with killing intent that seed capable of splitting heaven and earth.

And all of it was locked onto Lin Feng.

"Kill!" Xiao Yan roared, his voice crashing through the air like thunder, filled with boundless fury and killing intent.

In an instant, the spiritual essence within his body erupted.

It did not simply rise... it exploded outward, surging like a raging sea.

Crimson energy poured from his pores, spiraling upward into the sky.

The heavens themselves seed to tremble as a blood-red hue spread across the firmant, dyeing everything in a terrifying scarlet glow.

The ground beneath him cracked, unable to withstand the pressure, while the surrounding air warped and distorted as though reality itself feared his wrath.

This was the true origin of his daoist title... Asura.

A being born for slaughter. A demon who walked the path of blood.

Thud.

Thud.

Two figures collapsed almost simultaneously.

Shi Hanfeng and Deng Zimo didn’t even have the strength to resist.

Their faces turned pale as paper, their bodies trembling violently before giving out entirely.

They fell to the ground like broken puppets, their consciousness snuffed out by the overwhelming spiritual pressure alone.

They weren’t attacked. They simply... could not endure.

The crimson aura continued to rage for several breaths more, shaking the very space around them, before... It vanished.

As suddenly as it ca, the terrifying pressure receded like a tide withdrawing from the shore.

Xiao Yan stood there, his figure swaying ever so slightly.

His body now looked frail, almost sickly, as though that single outburst had drained him of a great portion of his strength.

His breathing grew heavier, and the veins along his arms faintly pulsed, betraying the strain he had just endured.

Yet... The fire in his eyes did not dim. If anything, it burned even hotter. Sharp. Piercing. Unyielding.

"What are you really up to?" Xiao Yan asked, his voice lower now, but carrying a weight far heavier than before.

His gaze locked onto Lin Feng like a blade, trying to cut through every layer of pretense.

Lin Feng, however, remained unmoved.

He stood there calmly, as if everything that had just occurred was nothing more than a passing breeze.

"I already said it," Lin Feng replied indifferently. "Must there always be lies in one’s mouth? Sotis, you just have to drop your guard and take things at face value."

His tone was neither arrogant nor humble. It was simply... certain.

That certainty made Xiao Yan’s brows furrow slightly. Silence fell between them.

The air, though no longer filled with oppressive force, still felt heavy like the calm before another storm.

Xiao Yan stared at Lin Feng, his eyes narrowing as he tried to see through him.

But no matter how hard he looked... He saw nothing.

No fluctuations. No fear. No trace of forced composure.

It was as if Lin Feng stood outside the natural order.... untouched, unfazed, and utterly indifferent to everything Xiao Yan had just displayed.

Even when he had unleashed the full extent of his spiritual strength... Lin Feng hadn’t reacted.

Not even a flicker. That single detail sent waves crashing through Xiao Yan’s mind.

"This young man... is at least as strong as I was at my peak... perhaps even far stronger," Xiao Yan mused inwardly, his heart trembling slightly at the realization.

The thought shocked him to his core.

At his peak, he had stood among the strongest of his generation, feared and respected across countless regions.

His na alone could shake sects and silence enemies. And yet now...

He couldn’t even gauge the depth of the man standing before him.

Who was Lin Feng? Where did he co from? Why had he never heard of such a monster?

Xiao Yan slowly exhaled, suppressing the storm within his heart.

He shook his head faintly, recalling an old saying he had once dismissed as aningless.

To a sumr insect, ice does not exist.

Back then, he believed himself to be soone who had seen the vastness of the world.

But now...

Standing before Lin Feng, he felt like that very insect trapped in his narrow understanding, unable to comprehend the existence of sothing far beyond his reach.

For the first ti in a long while... Xiao Yan felt uncertainty.

"Okay." Xiao Yan simply nodded, uttering a single word without hesitation.

Since he had already made his decision, there was no point in dragging things out.

Lin Feng didn’t waste ti either.

He stepped forward calmly, his movents steady and precise, and stopped right in front of Xiao Yan.

Without any unnecessary gestures, he raised his hand and hovered it just above Xiao Yan’s chest directly over the heart.

Or more accurately... The place where the true wound lay hidden. An old wound. A fatal one.

Specifically an arrow wound.

Xiao Yan’s pupils shrank ever so slightly.

"He even knows where I was struck..." Xiao Yan muttered inwardly, unable to suppress the shock rising in his heart.

That injury was sothing he had concealed for countless years.

Back then, during the great demon war over a hundred thousand years ago, a single arrow had pierced through the battlefield and struck him just above the heart.

The force behind it had been terrifying, carrying a will so absolute that even he, at his peak, had nearly fallen.