When everyone got a clear look at the young man, the head he was holding was precisely that of the knight in Purple Gold Battle Armor! And in his right hand, he wielded the Heavenly Painting Halberd, coveted by all cultivators!
At that mont, everyone seed to go mad, charging towards Lin Zifeng with wild intentions. In their eyes, nothing was more important than the Holy Weapon.
So factions even sacrificed countless lives for the sake of obtaining the Holy Weapon!
"Not good!"
Jia Zhenjing turned his head abruptly and saw that the Holy Weapon had fallen into Lin Zifeng’s hands. Now, everyone’s target was Lin Zifeng, and with thousands of powerful cultivators attacking him simultaneously, no one could withstand such a large number!
"The Holy Weapon is in his hands, whoever seizes it first will be invincible in the world!!!" from within the crowd, soone roared first, and imdiately, the entire crowd surged, all unanimously targeting Lin Zifeng.
Bang, bang, bang...
The ground trembled, with a massive force sweeping through like a tempest, and the entire hillside was filled with powerful cultivators. Masters from various countries gathered, and the scene was exceptionally explosive!
"Just broke through to Sub-Saint, was worrying about not having a whetstone!"
Lin Zifeng’s lips curled into a smirk, shrugging with an indifferent posture, sweeping the War Spear to release a dazzling burst of white light in the air, then tossed the head in his left hand skyward, thrusted the War Spear skyward with force.
"Boom!"
The head exploded, the flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The Knights of the Bright Sect all witnessed this scene, their eyes imdiately turning blood red. They wished nothing more than to rush forward and tear him apart.
"No!!!"
Soone let out a hair-raising howl. But it was already too late. The head had already been crushed to mush by the Heavenly Painting Halberd.
Subsequently, an army surged towards Lin Zifeng, overflowing with montum, the ground rumbling even more. Lin Zifeng gripped the War Spear with both hands, and with a move, his body transford into a streak of light, rising towards the sky, then gripped the War Spear firmly with both hands.
Descending from the sky, falling with a fierce chop.
The power of the strike, in mid-air, had already gathered strands of purple light intertwining, resembling lightning, chopping down towards the ground in an instant.
"Boom!!!"
The earth trembled, and cries of agony arose. The power of this strike claid the lives of dozens of people on the spot.
Even so, those crazed fighters, as long as they were alive, their only purpose was to seize the Heavenly Painting Halberd and beco the world’s number one!
"Good! Good! Good! Indeed, blue surpasses blue; if it continues this way, within three to five years, he will surely surpass the Holy War!"
The old man looked up at the sky, seeing Lin Zifeng’s earth-shattering strike with the War Spear, his old eyes sparkling with tears as if about to spill at any mont.
The bond between him and the Holy War Angel was as heavy as Tai Mountain. And Lin Zifeng, to him, was like his own son. Back in the Dark Prison, although he employed all sorts of ans on Lin Zifeng’s body to torture him, in reality, he felt very distressed. Often in the dead of night, hearing Lin Zifeng’s cries of pain from the torture, he would often hide and wipe away tears.
At that ti, he believed he couldn’t survive and leave the Dark Prison alive, so he entrusted all dreams of being a strong warrior on Lin Zifeng. And now, his combat power was almost comparable to the Eighth Layer Heaven of a Sub-Saint!
Judging by the Barrier emanating from his body, he was rely at the First Layer Heaven of a Sub-Saint, yet his combat power was astounding! If it continues in three to five years, his future achievents would undoubtedly be the strongest Saint in history!
Potential almost rivaling the Holy War, or even surpassing it, able to contend with Liu Shen from a thousand years ago!
"Good! Well killed! Satisfying! To have such a fine son-in-law is my life’s greatest pride!" Nangong Shui exclaid delightedly. Having fought until exhaustion, witnessing Lin Zifeng’s heaven-defying combat power even reinvigorated him.
"Such formidable power!"
"So young, possessing such power, in three to five years, won’t he defy the heavens?"
Zhan Long and Chen Bubai also sighed endlessly. Originally, their talents surpassed Lin Zifeng by far, yet now seeing the potential Lin Zifeng displayed, they estimated they’d never catch up in this lifeti.
"Pu pu pu..."
Blood scattered like a rainstorm, eighteen Kings were cleaved in half under a single Spear Light, corpses flying, and once a dense blood mist dispersed, a peerless killing maniac stood there, eyes full of hot murderous intent. Right arm gripping the spear firmly, at that mont, Lin Zifeng’s image deeply etched into the minds of all the cultivators present!
Terrifying! Demon! Killing God! Shura! Death God... almost every sinister moniker could be attached to Lin Zifeng!
"Kill them all!!!" shouted the Knights of the Bright Sect, their eyes bloodshot with nothing else but slaughter, their ultimate goal was to eliminate this killing maniac before them.
Yet with just one strike from Lin Zifeng, he swept across the Kings, staining the sky with blood.
His leather coat fluttered loudly in the gale.
There were already over a hundred corpses at his feet! If the battle continued, more would die while he’d remain unscathed.
Because he had the Magic Bracelet! Because he broke through to Sub-Saint!
Previously, he needed to convert the Primordial Energy in the Magic Bracelet into Vital Energy to get a continuous influx, wasting endless Primordial Energy and a lot of Vital Energy. In the end, he attracted almost nothing.
But now it’s different. Having broken through to Sub-Saint, the continuous Primordial Energy within the Magic Bracelet was all his to absorb, as much as he needed! Unless he encountered absolute monsters like Liu Jiuhuang, no one could challenge him.
Plus, with the Heavenly Painting Halberd in hand, who could possibly harm him?
"Break!"
Lin Zifeng launched himself into the air with a kick, sweeping forward with the War Spear. The unstoppable Spear Energy surged like a rampant sea serpent, crashing into the crowd, causing a swirling vortex to erupt. As the vortex dissipated,
Over thirty Qi Dao and King Realm Knights bled from all seven orifices, their limbs stiff at once, immobile as if petrified statues.
"Break!"
Lin Zifeng roared with a crisp crack... following the first knight’s body, and soon all the knight’s bodies emitted strange cracking sounds too.
Crack, crack, crack...
Almost instantly, over thirty Knights present perished... bodies split into chunks, the area soaked with blood...
"Poof!"
"Ah!!" At this mont, Nangong Shui’s back was pierced by a beam of light, blood gushing like a waterfall, forcing him to kneel on one knee, chest soaked with blood.
Reaching a hand to touch, it was all blood.
"Damn it!" Nangong Shui jerked his head back. Nearby, a middle-aged man stood with a large Bone Bow on his back, nostrils flared. Seeing that one arrow hadn’t killed Nangong Shui, quickly drew a second Iron Arrow!
Lin Zifeng recognized this middle-aged man wielding the Bone Bow at one glance.
Because not long ago, at the foot of Kunling Mountain, he slew a youth holding the sa Bone Bow. Lin Zifeng suspected they belonged to the sa clan.
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