The spreading coldness seemed to come from the depths of the Nine Hells, chilling to the bone.
Beside Lin Feng, Wen Aoxue's body stiffened, a slight chill running through her heart. She turned her eyes to Lin Feng, her expression one of astonishment.
"So cold!"
A strange look flashed in Wen Aoxue's beautiful eyes as she stared, unblinking, at Lin Feng. Why was such a cold aura emanating from him?
Not just Wen Aoxue, but everyone beside Lin Feng—Liu Fei, Jing Yun, Duan Feng, and Yuan Shan—all felt the chill, their bodies stiffening. Their eyes were fixed on Lin Feng.
Only Jing Yun, after a glance at Lin Feng, turned her gaze to the arena, where a beast-like face emerged.
Despite having hands and feet, all locked up, the humans known as "beasts" had the mark of slaves branded on their faces, a grim character, "slave."
Even so, Jing Yun still found a faintly familiar feeling on that completely unfamiliar face.
The image of that honest and strong young man once again appeared in her mind, but it could never be reconciled with the beast before her. The contrast was too great.
"Han Man!"
There was disbelief in Jing Yun's voice. She would rather believe she was mistaken than believe that figure was Han Man.
But feeling the coldness from Lin Feng, Jing Yun knew she wasn't mistaken. This slave warrior, treated as a beast, was Han Man.
Biting her lip, Jing Yun's beautiful face was filled with hatred. These animals actually treated Han Man like this!
"Hmm?"
Wen Aoxue frowned, hearing Jing Yun's murmurs. She turned her gaze and saw Jing Yun's pale and hateful expression, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
"Do you know that person with Lin Feng?" Wen Aoxue asked Jing Yun.
Jing Yun bit her lip, nodding slightly. "He is a friend of mine and Lin Feng."
Upon hearing Jing Yun's words, the others shivered. So... so that's why there was such a strong coldness emanating from Lin Feng.
It turned out this slave warrior was Lin Feng's friend!
"Haha, I knew someone from the Starfall Empire wouldn't be compassionate, sympathizing with slaves. Turns out, he has a friend who is a slave. Truly, a slave is just a slave, even being friends with one..."
The nobleman and his group behind them had also noticed the coldness emanating from Lin Feng. Now, hearing the conversation between Jing Yun and the others, they couldn't help but laugh loudly, their voices arrogant.
"Haha, their friend is a slave, treated as a beast to ride on."
The man in yellow laughed without restraint, feeling a great sense of superiority.
With eyes as cold as ice, Lin Feng slowly turned his gaze to the man in yellow.
Seeing this gaze, the man in yellow trembled all over, feeling inexplicable fear in his heart.
"Such cold eyes, such indifferent pupils!"
At this moment, Lin Feng's pupils were gray, icy, and murderous, devoid of any emotion.
"Slave!"
The man in yellow gritted his teeth, two words popping out between them. He was actually frightened by a look from Lin Feng. How could he be frightened by a look from Lin Feng?
"Boom!"
As his words fell, a burst of noise rang out, making the man in yellow's heart tremble. This bursting sound made his back instantly break out in a cold sweat.
Lin Feng's palm shattered the stone chair he was sitting on, the stones crumbling. His footsteps then directly crossed out.
"Boom!"
Another burst of noise continued to ring out, the stones flying wildly, dust floating in the air. The man in yellow's heart trembled again.
At this moment, Lin Feng had already arrived beside him, his palm reaching out directly towards his body, as fast as lightning. At this moment, the man in yellow seemed to have forgotten to dodge. In just an instant, his throat was gripped by Lin Feng, and his body was lifted up, struggling to breathe.
"Boom! Boom!"
Without any hesitation, Lin Feng lifted the man's hand and smashed it down on the ground. A howl of pain echoed as the man's body collided and shattered the chair, smashing it to the ground. Then, a foot stepped on his face, almost suffocating him.
This lightning-fast series of events stunned everyone around, including the nobleman's group who had come with the man in yellow. They all stared dumbfounded at the shocking scene before them, too shocked to speak. Feeling the coldness emanating from Lin Feng, they even forgot to come forward to rescue him, or rather, they dared not!
"Say another word, and I'll kill you."
Lin Feng lowered his head, his emotionless pupils staring firmly at the man in yellow under his foot, his tone icy.
The man in yellow's mouth kept dripping blood, his eyes seeming somewhat dull. Up to now, he seemed to have not figured out what had happened...
"Now, your face has been trampled by me. Others will laugh at you, just as you laughed at the slaves. You are far inferior to them."
Lin Feng's foot wiped across the man in yellow's face, then paid no further attention to him, stepping forward towards the direction of the prison, with each step, the coldness grew stronger.
All eyes were on Lin Feng, puzzled. Why did such a chilling coldness emanate from him?
Especially those around Lin Feng, their eyes filled with astonishment. Such a cold, such a terrifying gaze, what had happened to this man?
In the prison, the crowd also felt the increasingly cold chill. The old man's gaze slightly narrowed, then he looked towards Lin Feng's direction, seeing Lin Feng step towards the prison with an extremely cold aura, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Bai Ze was also stunned, especially after witnessing how Lin Feng had tortured the man in yellow just now, his heart kept pounding. This was a madman, a madman who couldn't be provoked.
Po Jun also saw Lin Feng, seeing Lin Feng step forward with overwhelming anger, his heart trembled.
Lin Feng, it was Lin Feng. He had never thought he would see a familiar face.
As for Han Man, he was still lying there, looking up, his gaze fixed on Lin Feng without blinking.
His beast-like eyes softened bit by bit, revealing a painful and guilty look. He, now a slave, was being abused, an enslaved man who could die at any moment.
His face was branded with the mark of a slave. What right did he have to see Lin Feng again? He hated, hated Duan Tianlang and the others, and hated the beasts in the prison.
On the day when the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed, many people survived, not trampled to death by the iron cavalry. He and Po Jun were among the survivors, but if he knew the outcome of today, he would rather have died on the day the Cloud Sea Sect was destroyed.
All the survivors were taken to the Imperial City, branded with the mark of a slave, and then sold to the prison.
Since then, he had lived a life worse than death, endless humiliation, whipping, being kept and trained like a beast, forcibly brought to fight in the prison arena, and killed if defeated. To survive, he had to keep killing, keep getting stronger.
Han Man had resisted, and he had resisted fiercely. But his fate was to be tamed completely like a beast, called a "savage beast"!
Watching Lin Feng step closer and closer, Han Man's once unrecognizable face showed a painful expression. His eyes, softening, turned red, a tear slowly falling down his face, marked with the slave's brand.
"Feng Ge!" (Brother Feng)
Han Man, in pain, bowed his head, unable to face Lin Feng. Now a slave, he was once again about to ask Lin Feng to take risks for him, to wield the sword for him.
Han Man knew who Lin Feng was. In the past, Lin Feng had killed for him, had risked his life for him several times. Today, he would again shed blood with a sword for him, regardless of who he faced, regardless of how powerful they were. Lin Feng would do so without hesitation.
And he, Han Man, seemed to do nothing but bring trouble to Lin Feng.
"Suffered, brother."
A bright smile suddenly appeared in Lin Feng's otherwise emotionless eyes. Hearing his words, Han Man's body trembled, and he raised his head again, tears flowing down his face, following the slave's brand.
With a brother like this, what more could one ask for in life?
With a brother like this, even if they had to flee for their lives today, what did it matter?
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