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"Too powerful," they said.
"So strong," the bound cultivators exclaimed in shock, their eyes flashing with a glimmer of hope.
"Hm?" The white-clothed gentleman's expression slightly changed, as before, he had not regarded Lin Feng as a threat.
But when Lin Feng killed Zhang Kuang, he realized he had underestimated him.
"Young master, I am afraid..." the woman beside the white-clothed gentleman said softly.
"With me here, there is no need to be afraid," the white-clothed gentleman laughed loudly, then stood up from his golden chair.
"Kid, even Zhang Kuang died by your hand, causing me great losses. Today, I must grind your bones to dust, or it won't ease the hatred in my heart."
The white-clothed gentleman let out a sinister laugh; as soon as the words fell, a light shot up from his dantian.
Buzz.
Suspended in that brilliant light was a giant bow.
"A magic bow!" Lin Feng was taken aback.
The so-called magic bow was a giant bow engraved with a spirit array, said to be capable of unleashing tens of thousands of pounds of force effortlessly.
Obviously, what the white-clothed gentleman had was a tremendously powerful magic bow.
This white-clothed gentleman was definitely wary of Lin Feng's "Devouring Martial Soul," so he chose a long-range attacking magic bow to assault Lin Feng right at the start of the confrontation.
"Good eye, take one of my arrows."
The white-clothed gentleman let out another sinister laugh, and the ring on his right index finger flashed slightly; a quiver of arrows appeared in his hand.
The white-clothed gentleman stuck the arrow container into the ground, then drew an arrow from it.
"A storage ring," Lin Feng's eyes twinkled slightly.
The storage ring was said to be one of the greatest inventions of a Spirit Array Master, containing vast spaces within, capable of holding many things.
Whoosh.
The white-clothed gentleman drew back the giant bow, releasing an arrow.
With a terrifying sound splitting the air, the terrifying arrow shot towards Lin Feng.
Lin Feng quickly moved to the right, dodging the arrow.
"Nine Stars in Succession."
The white-clothed gentleman pulled the bowstring again, firing arrows at Lin Feng continuously.
Nine arrows shot forth.
Lin Feng dodged left and right, avoiding five arrows.
Four arrows still came shooting at him.
It was a dangerous moment.
Swish...
Lin Feng drew the treasure sword from his back, swinging it towards the oncoming arrows.
Clang, clang, clang, clang...
A series of clashing metal sounds echoed, as Sword Qi crisscrossed the heaven and earth.
All four arrows were slashed apart by Lin Feng.
"Kid, you got some tricks, take one of my spears."
The white-clothed gentleman's face darkened, he stomped fiercely, his body catapulting forward, quickly arriving in front of Lin Feng.
A long spear appeared in his hand, and with a fierce tremble of his wrist, the spear, like a whip, lashed at Lin Feng harshly.
Lin Feng wielded his sword to block.
Clang.
The spear and sword clashed, and immediately, Lin Feng felt a horrible force transmitting through the sword into his body.
The terrifying force shook Lin Feng, making him retreat repeatedly, his Qi-blood surging, his complexion turning pale.
"This man probably had a force of thirty thousand pounds," Lin Feng's face slightly darkened; with just one exchange, he could already sense the power of the white-clothed gentleman, too frightening, much stronger than Zhang Kuang, whom he had previously killed.
"Haha, a mere ten thousand pounds of strength, I truly overestimated you, I shall take your life in three moves."
The white-clothed gentleman evidently had a rough idea of Lin Feng's capability, and his face immediately showed disdain.
Whoosh.
The white-clothed gentleman came swooping again, performing a move "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun," heading straight for Lin Feng's chest.
This spear strike was quick, accurate, and ruthless.
Lin Feng wielded his sword to block.
Suddenly, the white-clothed gentleman let out a low shout.
"Ice Seal Heaven and Earth!"
As soon as his voice fell, the temperature of the surroundings dropped sharply.
Everything around was filled with a chilling air.
An ice layer rapidly formed on the ground.
Lin Feng's body even started to freeze.
He was about to be sealed into an "Ice Man."
"Haha, kid, my Martial Soul is the Frost Ice Martial Soul, you are now sealed by my Martial Soul, unable to move, what do you think you can use to fight me?"
The white-clothed gentleman laughed sinisterly, swiftly leaping forward with a spear aiming at Lin Feng's chest.
"That young master is finished..."
The dozen bound cultivators were pale-faced.
The white-clothed gentleman's incredibly powerful spear thrust came stabbing.
The moment of life and death arrived.
Just as that spear was about to pierce Lin Feng's body.
But at that moment, the ice layer that had completely sealed Lin Feng shattered directly.
At this life-and-death critical moment, Lin Feng directly activated his Dragon Elephant Divine Power, breaking the ice.
Whoosh.
He quickly moved to the right side.
The white-clothed gentleman's spear came stabbing, skimming past Lin Feng's body.
Dangerously and narrowly, he dodged that fatal strike.
Lin Feng leaped several times, retreating over a dozen meters.
"Kid, your life is really tough, but next time, you won't be so lucky."
The white-clothed gentleman hesitated; he obviously hadn't expected Lin Feng to dodge his deadly blow, but then he let out a sinister laugh.
Boom.
The white-clothed gentleman attacked again, aura condensed.
"Overlord Spear Skill."
This spear strike was even more powerful and fierce.
"Young master, run away, don't fight anymore."
The bound cultivators all shouted loudly; in their view, Lin Feng could never be the match for the white-clothed gentleman, the gap in strength was too wide; although they also wanted to survive, they didn't want to drag Lin Feng to his death either.
"Rest assured, I will not be defeated."
Lin Feng spoke.
His voice still sounded somewhat immature.
But his voice was filled with unprecedented confidence.
This confidence even infected those bound cultivators, making them, as if seeing the hope of survival again.
"Arrogant words, prepare to die."
The white-clothed gentleman laughed sinisterly; that incredibly powerful spear thrust came stabbing.
At this time, Lin Feng unleashed his swordsmanship.
"Fiery Sun Sword Skill."
Lin Feng shouted in a low voice, his longsword swinging forward.
Buzz.
Behind Lin Feng, a hot light gradually ascended into the sky.
That hot light was like a blazing sun; when it appeared, no one could open their eyes.
"Ah, what is that?"
"I can't see anything."
"Is that a sun?"
The bound cultivators shouted in shock.
Lin Feng stood at the center of the sun, as if he were the Sun God.
"No, impossible, how can you have such powerful swordsmanship?"
For the first time, the white-clothed gentleman felt fear.
When facing Lin Feng's "Fiery Sun Sword Skill," his body was uncontrollably shaking.
"I am Duanmu Feiyang, the Young Master of the Sky Wolf Mercenary Group; if you dare kill me, you are dead."
The white-clothed gentleman threatened loudly with closed eyes; he couldn't open them because if he did, that dazzling light might blind him.
The Sky Wolf Mercenary Group was one of the top ten mercenary groups in the True Martial Country, extremely powerful, no wonder the white-clothed gentleman acted so recklessly, killing innocents indiscriminately, turns out there was such a strong backing.
"I don't care who you are, I will kill you regardless," Lin Feng's cold voice echoed through the heavens and earth.
Sun Rising!
Divine Sword Unsheathing!
Swish...
Lin Feng moved, a cold flash streaked by.
The white-clothed gentleman only felt a pain in his neck, and the next moment, blood gushed out.
"How can this be?" The white-clothed gentleman clutched his neck, but the blood kept pouring out; he felt his consciousness gradually blurring, and finally he fell to the ground, dead.
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