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"Alright, the words have come to this, I have already given some of you a chance, but unfortunately, you do not know how to cherish it. Since that's the case, then..."
Duan Tian Lang paused slightly as he spoke, raising his arm.
With his movement, the sound of bows and arrows being drawn was neat and uniform, the air filled with a chilling intent.
"It's time to act."
A murmur ran through the crowd's minds, then they saw Duan Tian Lang's arm swing down, and a word uttered from his mouth.
"Annihilate."
This one word 'annihilate' was like the voice of death, lingering in the minds of the crowd.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
The terrifying whistling sound filled the sky, endless arrows breaking through the air, covering the sky, and falling like a torrential rain over the gorge, except for where Duan Tian Lang and the others stood on the life and death platform, the rest of the area was covered by the arrows piercing the sky, endless.
The disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect looked up at the pitch-black arrows overhead, blocking out the sky, their eyes filled with confusion and despair.
So many arrows, unavoidable, and each one, like a meteor, incredibly swift, not a single mediocre among the Crimson Blood Iron Riders.
After a moment, the sound of wailing echoed in the air, arrows piercing the heads, chests, shoulders, and arms of the disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect, the vivid red blood dyeing the gorge red.
Only those with strong strength could resist the might of these arrows, escaping unharmed, but this was only the first wave of attacks.
On the stands, Nangong Ling smashed the arrows flying towards his head into powder, but his eyes closed in pain. He dared not look at the bodies falling, each one a disciple of the sect, who had once worshiped him, revered him. However, he, Nangong Ling, as the Sect Master of the Cloud Sea Sect, could only watch helplessly as this massacre unfolded before him, powerless to stop it.
The elders of the Cloud Sea Sect, one by one, had bloodshot eyes, with pupils filled with bloodlust. They had never dreamed that the sect's grand competition, the most important day for the Cloud Sea Sect, would become the day of its destruction.
The first wave of arrows finally all fell, the disciples' blood of the Cloud Sea Sect converging into a river of blood, flowing quietly in the gorge.
On the life and death platform, Lin Feng watched quietly as the river formed by the blood gathered, the dazzling sunlight pouring down on him, but he felt no warmth, only endless desolation and coldness.
In the gorge, some disciples closed their eyes forever, some still struggling in the throes of death, crying to the sky, and some had already gone mad, roaring wildly.
If placed in the previous life, at their age, they should still be in school.
They had their parents, their siblings, and their future was full of endless possibilities.
They came to the Cloud Sea Sect to pursue strength, to live better on the continent, to be respected.
But, with Duan Tian Lang's command, infinite possibilities turned into the death knell, each and every fresh life falling into the sea of blood.
Lin Feng, his heart had never been as cold as it was now, as cold as it was now, those people were just like him not long ago, flesh and blood.
"Hoo..."
He raised his head, exhaling heavily, mixing with the bloody air, his pupils, gray, devoid of emotion, desireless, deep and endless, like a bottomless pit.
In the face of great strength, a person's life was like a piece of waste paper, torn at will, shattered, scattered by the wind, leaving no trace.
This was reality, a cruel, bloody reality, without great strength, you were an ant, your life was like grass.
"Release..."
Duan Tian Lang's voice rang out again, resonating in space, sharp arrows once again emitting the deathly sound, descending from the sky.
Sounds of wailing, of frantic shouting, rang out, but it was all in vain, countless deaths in the Cloud Sea Sect, especially the young outer disciples, almost wiped out.
"Ah..."
A scream rang out, filled with endless guilt and sadness.
Liu Fei squatted on the ground, looking at the corpses, her hands clutching her long hair, her beautiful face devoid of any blood, only pale.
The killers were the Crimson Blood Iron Riders, her father's subordinates.
The victims were the disciples of the Cloud Sea Sect, her fellow disciples, and also her father's fellow disciples.
But like countless others, she could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded, tearing her heart apart, unable to stop this heinous massacre.
"Duan Han, bring her over."
Duan Tian Lang glanced at Liu Fei and spoke indifferently.
Duan Han nodded slightly, lifting his foot and walking towards Liu Fei.
However, at this moment, a figure flickered and appeared in front of him, blocking Liu Fei's body behind him, it was Lin Feng.
"Get out of the way, if you want to die, it's not urgent."
Duan Han's tone was indifferent, his face expressionless.
But Lin Feng seemed to have not heard his words, just staring at him, with those cold, merciless, gray eyes, silently staring at this father and son.
To massacre thousands of people, to be indifferent as if nothing had happened, how cold-blooded one must be to be so indifferent?
"Hmm?"
Duan Han frowned, then he saw Lin Feng's eyes, those cold, merciless, gray eyes, carrying a strange aura.
Seeing such eyes, Duan Han's body involuntarily shivered with a chill.
"Since you seek death, then I will grant it to you."
Duan Han's voice was cold, his face ugly. How could he feel a chill because of seeing Lin Feng's eyes? This was disgraceful.
In his eyes, Lin Feng's talent was not bad, but that was all. Lin Feng, had no qualifications to compare with him.
Especially seeing Liu Fei's concern for Lin Feng, it made him want to trample Lin Feng underfoot, to let Liu Fei see that, in front of him, Lin Feng was nothing.
A powerful sword energy surged from Duan Han's body, as a wielder of the Sword Martial Spirit, he had practiced swordsmanship since childhood, and was extremely proficient in the art of the sword. Now, even without a sword, he could use his hand as a sword. In his eyes, anything could be used as a sword.
His palm descended, a powerful sword aura formed, like a substantive sword, casually slashing towards Lin Feng.
This sword didn't even use any martial skills. Liu Fei said that he defeated Lin Feng because he took advantage of a powerful martial skill, so now he would easily kill Lin Feng to show Liu Fei.
"Break."
Lin Feng's body moved, like the wind, like a shadow, light and graceful. The sword in his hand moved diagonally upward, striking at the weakest point of the sword energy.
With his powerful perception at this moment, Duan Han's sword in his eyes completely solidified into substance, every part of the sword, its strength and weaknesses, were crystal clear to him.
"Crack!"
A light sound rang out, the sword energy abruptly dissipated, the sword Duan Han had wielded returned to illusion, dispersing into nothingness.
Meanwhile, the sword in Lin Feng's hand was filled with an unfeeling aura, a breath of death, continuing its upward path, aimed at Duan Han.
This scene made Duan Han's expression freeze, his right palm trembling slightly, the chilly sword energy roaring within his palm, pressing down towards Lin Feng's longsword.
But the momentum of the sword did not pause for a moment, the deathly sword, brimming with the intent of death, pressed forward relentlessly.
Duan Han's brow furrowed tightly, his cultivation was at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, two levels higher than Lin Feng's, but at this moment, a single sword from Lin Feng made him feel the threat of death.
His palms trembled once again, blocking the momentum of the deathly sword, Duan Han's toes touched the ground, his body retreating a step, avoiding the formidable sword of Lin Feng.
"Death."
Lin Feng's lips moved lightly, uttering a word, the longsword in his hand followed the momentum of the sword, the residual death energy from the previous strike still lingering, emanating from the sword.
This sword, flowing naturally with the motion, more refined and vast, the sword energy even more chilling, the sword intent even more profound.
"How is this possible?"
Duan Han looked at this sword with an incredulous expression, it was too perfect, even he might not be able to unleash such a perfect sword move.
The sword, as swift as lightning, carried a chilling aura of death, he had no time to use his powerful strength to resist, only to dodge, to avoid its sharpness.
"To be able to utilize the second sword of the Annihilation Sword Technique to such an extent, Lin Feng's talent in martial arts is too terrifying. Today, he must not die."
The attention of Bei Lao remained on Lin Feng throughout. In the Cloud Sea Sect, anyone could die, except Lin Feng, he must not die.
It wasn't that Bei Lao was cruel or heartless, but Lin Feng was the hope of the sect. If only one person could escape from the Cloud Sea Sect, it could only be Lin Feng. Even he himself, with his strong power, could still die.
"Shadow Step."
Duan Han lightly shouted, his footsteps moving, unbelievably fast, his body was like a shadow, ethereal and elusive, instantly drifting away, evading the deathly sword.
As his body came to a stop, a sound of tearing rang out, Duan Han lowered his head, looking at the torn clothes on his body, a grim color flashing in his eyes.
Lin Feng had nearly injured him, tearing his clothes.
If he had been a step slower, the sword just now would have slashed across his chest.
A great humiliation, with his cultivation at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, he had almost been injured by Lin Feng, who was only at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. Moreover, it was Lin Feng, whom he had previously insulted and deemed unworthy of comparison.
"Your luck is good, but I won't continue to play with you."
Duan Han restrained his anger, speaking calmly. He would never admit that someone who was not qualified to compare with him had almost injured him. He just said that Lin Feng was lucky.
"At the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, winning against me, who is at the second level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, means you are strong. I don't even have the qualifications to compare with you. But being injured by me, at this moment, turns into me being lucky? Duan Han, don't you think you're shameless?"
A mocking smile played at the corners of Lin Feng's mouth, his gray pupils filled with cold sarcasm. This remark was like a thorn, directly piercing Duan Han's body.