Nangong Ling was delighted, but Moye, not far from him, was unhappy, his face darkening.
"In this child lies extraordinary talent, which must be suppressed in its infancy," Moye thought to himself. "Offend him, and even with exceptional talent, he will be killed. We cannot wait for him to grow up."
Among the crowd in Fengyun Gorge, Han Man's face looked simple and honest, with a grin. "This guy, he's already so strong, and he's still keeping it from me."
Seeing that Lin Feng was stronger than himself, Han Man felt only joy.
Beside him, Jingyun's smile was as bright as a blooming lotus, delicate yet pure.
Beside them, Pojun's eyes flickered as he looked at Lin Feng on the life-and-death platform. He thought to himself, "No wonder he can inadvertently reveal such a strong spirit. So that's it..."
On the life-and-death platform, Yu Hao's face was as white as paper, his expression lifeless.
"You, you don't understand the sword at all."
Lin Feng trampled on his dignity, and yet, he could only acknowledge it. It wasn't just him; at this moment, everyone probably acknowledged Lin Feng. He, Yu Hao, truly didn't understand the sword.
Who said that only those with Sword Martial Spirits could become powerful swordsmen?
Endless sharp sword energy pierced every inch of Yu Hao's skin, continuously breaking down his fighting spirit. Faced with Lin Feng, who controlled such a powerful sword aura, he had no strength to fight back.
"I admit defeat. The position of an inner disciple is yours."
Struggling inwardly, Yu Hao finally said these words, feeling a burning sensation on his face, as if everyone was mocking him.
"Admit defeat, and the position is mine? Is it that simple?"
Lin Feng sneered. Did Yu Hao think that when he considered himself strong, Lin Feng would cripple his cultivation, break his hands and feet, and let him live a life worse than death? It was incredibly cruel.
Now that Yu Hao realized he was no match for him, just a few words would settle everything? Was that possible?
At least, Lin Feng didn't agree.
"Do you need me to let you go?" Lin Feng's voice was full of thick sarcasm. He took another step forward, and the overwhelming sword aura became even stronger, almost suffocating Yu Hao.
"I said I admit defeat, what else do you want?"
Yu Hao's face changed slightly. Lin Feng still had the strength. It was terrifying.
"What do I want? It's simple. What you wanted to do to me, I'll do to you." Lin Feng gave a cold smile, a flash of killing intent appearing but then disappearing, leaving Yu Hao feeling cold all over. Lin Feng wanted to kill him.
"This is the sect's grand competition. How dare you." Yu Hao shouted loudly, taking a step back with his right leg unconsciously.
"You don't dare to kill me, but I dare to kill you."
Lin Feng answered Yu Hao's words with his actions. The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, the sword shadow fell, the sword aura arose, and the radiant light carried endless sword energy, slashing towards Yu Hao.
The life-taking sword, the sword that takes life. In just an instant, Yu Hao's blood splattered on the spot, his body falling, his dying gaze still wide open, unable to believe that Lin Feng had actually killed him.
"Hu..." The space seemed to solidify, and the crowd exhaled a breath they had been holding, even able to hear each other's heartbeat.
Lin Feng, broke the history of Yunhai Sect, and challenged two inner disciples at the same time.
Lin Feng, broke the rules of Yunhai Sect, in front of all the disciples, in front of the elders of Yunhai Sect, in front of the sect master Nangong Ling, on the sect's grand competition, killed his opponent.
"Bold!"
A thunderous roar with a powerful anger descended from the sky, landing on Lin Feng, awakening the crowd from their daze.
"In front of all the disciples of Yunhai Sect, you show no respect, no respect for the sect master, no respect for the sect master. Killing a fellow disciple in public, you deserve to die."
Another angry shout came, carrying a fierce killing intent.
The crowd looked up and saw Moye. Some were puzzled, but when they saw the person Moye had almost killed, they understood the inside story. Moye had already become enemies with Lin Feng. While Lin Feng was still weak, Moye naturally didn't want him to grow up. This action directly framed Lin Feng, wanting his life.
Lin Feng looked up, glanced at Moye, just a glance, and then moved his gaze away, ignoring him.
Today, he came to participate in the sect's grand competition, and stepped onto the highest life-and-death platform, attracting the attention of the crowd. He was extremely domineering, challenging two inner disciples, displaying his sword aura, shocking the crowd, and killing Yu Hao on the spot.
All for Moye!
He deliberately gave Moye an excuse to deal with him, because Lin Feng knew that if he didn't find this excuse himself, Moye would eventually find it for him. Rather than that, Lin Feng might as well deliver himself to the door.
Seeing Lin Feng ignoring him, Moye was so angry that he trembled all over, but in his heart, he sneered. He shouted loudly, "Come, take down this traitor. If he resists, kill him on the spot."
The crowd heard Moye's words and felt a chill. This guy was so ruthless. Elders were elders, decisive and arrogant.
"Damn it." Han Man cursed, and everyone heard it. When Yu Hao said he wanted to cripple Lin Feng's cultivation, break his hands and feet, and let him live a life worse than death, was Lin Feng wrong to kill him?
Jingyun's face was also livid with anger, her eyes showing deep concern.
"You shameless elder." Liu Fei cursed. Moye had used his trick once, and now he wanted to use it again?
Several figures flickered and rushed towards the life-and-death platform, ready to take down Lin Feng.
"Wait." A indifferent voice sounded, causing the figures heading towards Lin Feng to stop. The person who spoke was unexpectedly the sect master Nangong Ling.
All eyes instantly fell on Nangong Ling. Everyone wanted to know, at this moment, how Nangong Ling would handle this. Would he punish Lin Feng?
"Sect Master, this person is arrogant and arrogant, disregarding everyone, not even putting you, the sect master, in his eyes. He must be punished to serve as a warning," Moye said as he came to Nangong Ling's side, bowing slightly, and then glanced at the crowd around Nangong Ling.
"Elder Moye is right. This person is too arrogant, he doesn't even put the sect master in his eyes, killing a fellow disciple on the spot. He must die."
"Sect Master, this person deserves death."
Several elders all spoke up for Moye. Moye Canglan's seniority was even older than Sect Master Nangong Ling's. In Yunhai Sect, who wouldn't give him some face? Naturally Nangong Ling raised his head, looking at Moye and the other elders with a faint question in his eyes. "Have you finished speaking?"
The elders were puzzled, not understanding the meaning behind Nangong Ling's words.
"Moye, are you the sect master, or am I, Nangong Ling, the sect master?" Nangong Ling asked Moye.
Moye's expression froze for a moment, his heart thumping. He hurriedly said, "Of course, you are the sect master, how could I, Moye, dare..."
"What about you all? Am I the sect master, or is Moye the sect master?" Nangong Ling asked the elders who had spoken up for Moye.
"Of course, it's you," the elders said in unison. A sense of unease grew in their hearts. Nangong Ling had always been gentle in temperament, never speaking to them like this before.
"Oh." Nangong Ling nodded. "Then let me ask you, who is in charge of the sect's grand competition?"
"Of course, it's the sect master," Moye and the others replied in unison, sweat breaking out on their backs. They realized things were going south.
"You all know that, then. Since that's the case, Moye, I'd like to ask you. You said that disciple didn't have me, the sect master, in his eyes. But what about you? In front of everyone, in front of me, you're pointing fingers, wanting to convict others. That's quite impressive, Elder Moye. Tell me, do you also not regard me, the sect master, in your eyes?"
As Nangong Ling's words fell, a cold wind seemed to blow through the space, making Moye and the other elders feel icy all over.
Meanwhile, the elders who had remained silent earlier felt a sense of relief. They had narrowly escaped trouble.
Moye was self-righteous, and with his relationship with Moye Canglan, he acted arbitrarily and tyrannically. This time, he had finally angered the sect master.
"Crack!" A burst of explosion sounded as the chair Nangong Ling was sitting on shattered.
"Speak up. Today, I want to ask all of you, do you still consider me, Nangong Ling, the sect master of Yunhai Sect?"
Nangong Ling stood up, his voice icy, emitting a powerful aura that made the elders feel like they wanted to die. For what reason had they spoken?
Everyone stared at their angry sect master, their eyes showing signs of unrest. Their sect master had always had a good temper, rarely getting angry. What had happened today? He was so angry, and it was directed at Elder Moye.