Under the Purple Gold Mountain, the sound of hoofbeats thundered incessantly as a column of iron cavalry galloped wildly, their speed astonishing, causing the ground to tremble continuously.
This group comprised about thirty individuals, most of whom wore bronze masks, concealing their faces. Yet, the occasional glint in their eyes was razor-sharp, brimming with the aura of iron and blood.
Moreover, the mounts they rode were all of crimson blood color, the famed Snow Moon Warhorses, known as the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry.
Atop the foremost Crimson Blood Warhorse, unlike the other iron-blooded men on their mounts, was a woman, her figure graceful, clad in white robes. Though her face was veiled by light gauze, her sanctity remained undiminished.
However, her demeanor was ethereal, giving off an air of unattainability.
This leading woman was none other than Mengqing, clad in white as pure as snow, as ethereal as a fairy.
Following behind Mengqing were the troops of the Crimson Blood Legion, soldiers of the Sky Sword Battalion, the Crimson Blood Sky Sword.
After Lin Feng pursued a thousand miles on the battlefield and left alone, there was no news of him. After the war, the members of the Crimson Blood Sky Sword followed Mengqing to search. Several days later, they finally received news at the Purple Wei Villa on Purple Gold Mountain. Lin Feng had set foot on the Purple Mansion atop Purple Gold Mountain.
Thus, Mengqing and the others traveled thousands of miles, rushing without pause along the way.
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At the same time, at the summit of the Purple Mansion Mountain, in front of the forbidden palace, after Lin Feng forced the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion back, his body moved once again, without a moment's pause. This time, he grabbed Duan Xinye beside him and took a step forward, leading Duan Xinye to reach Ziyin's side.
"Roar..."
Ziyin let out a roar. Lin Feng actually treated him like a soft persimmon. He, the dignified Patriarch of the Purple Mansion, seemed to have become a weakling who could be easily defeated. Lin Feng, in the midst of battling the Patriarch, took the opportunity to attack with someone else, as if he could kill Ziyin in an instant. This made Ziyin feel endlessly insulted.
Usually, he was the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion, with a noble status, and possessed the peak strength of the Spiritual Martial Realm, dominating the region, with everyone treating him with utmost respect within thousands of miles.
But today, Lin Feng, a young man, single-handedly ascended the Purple Mansion, killed those from his Purple Mansion, and treated him, Ziyin, as worthless, attacking him in the gaps of battle.
The horrifying purple shadow rose into the sky once again, purple light filling the heavens, Ziyin enveloped in purple energy, his domineering fist striking fiercely once again.
"The Sword of the Setting Sun!"
Lin Feng said indifferently, the long sword in his hand cutting through the void. This sword, not dazzling, evoked a sense of desolation and bleakness.
Heroes aging, heroes sacrificing.
No matter how vibrant a genius or how dazzling a powerhouse, there comes a time for decline, for the desolation of individuals.
The Sword of the Rising Sun, full of vitality, brimming with endless vigor and vitality.
The Sword of Illumination, ruthless, powerful, the light of the scorching sun, capable of illuminating everything, as well as destroying everything, ending it all.
The Sword of the Setting Sun, the sword of decline, when it falls, it seems to bring an end to all the splendor of life, no matter how dazzling you once were.
Ziyin truly felt the sense of decline from the bottom of his heart. Once the overlord of the region, he was now shamelessly insulted by Lin Feng, a young man, attacking him in the gaps of battle.
His heart trembled, and the myriad shadows of fists seemed to dim a lot. With a single sword strike, all the splendor was exhausted, the curtain fell.
As the Sword of the Setting Sun fell, Ziyin's body slowly collapsed, and the hearts of the crowd trembled fiercely.
Ziyin, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion, slain with a single sword!
"Incredible!" The crowd felt somewhat numb. Ziyin, too, had been killed by Lin Feng. This aura was formidable.
"Boom!"
The spiral of purple light wrapped around the body of the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion, rising into the sky.
Lin Feng forced him back, then in an instant, he killed Ziyin, the master of the Purple Mansion, in front of this Xuanwu Realm powerhouse, this Patriarch of the Purple Mansion.
Not only did he kill his descendant, but it was also a naked insult to him, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion, showing his uselessness.
"I will smash your body into a thousand pieces."
With a grim and cold expression, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion stepped onto the corridor, each stride causing the entire corridor to tremble as if it could collapse at any moment.
"Smash my body into a thousand pieces?" Lin Feng's gaze was indifferent. He said, "You said you would never have the chance to kill him as long as I'm here, but now, he's already dead."
"You will join him in burial."
The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion took another step, the tremor of the ground making Lin Feng's heart tremble too. Enraged, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion, a Xuanwu Realm powerhouse, was thoroughly furious.
"Then let's see."
Lin Feng placed Duan Xinye behind him, took a step forward, his fighting spirit soaring.
Everyone present could clearly feel Lin Feng's fighting spirit. Even facing a formidable Xuanwu Realm powerhouse, he did not flinch, showing no fear, only the burning heart of battle and fervent blood.
This was true martial cultivation. With such determination, how could one not be formidable? Lin Feng's current strength was not only due to his talent but also his incredibly resolute heart.
"Good!"
Feeling Lin Feng's fighting spirit, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion shouted angrily, taking a step forward, surging power emanating from him as his purple true yuan roared towards Lin Feng.
"The Sword of Death."
Lin Feng swung his sword, now in the realm of unity between man and nature. The power of the Sword of Death was undoubtedly stronger than before, incorporating the essence of death.
"Boom!"
The collision between the purple true yuan and the sword brought an incredibly powerful force, making Lin Feng feel as if his arm was carrying a mountain, heavy and oppressive.
For someone in the Xuanwu Realm, condensing true yuan, which was formed from the endless essence of heaven and earth, the power of true yuan was many times stronger than that emanating from the essence of heaven and earth.
In his anger, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion exerted all his true yuan power. Although it was just a casual blow, it was enough to make Lin Feng unable to withstand it, causing his arm holding the sword to tremble, and his body to retreat.
"You overestimate yourself."
The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion said coldly. Stepping forward again, the ground rumbled.
Another fierce and overbearing punch struck towards Lin Feng, the purple true yuan spiraling out, spewing from his arm.
"Boom!"
Another violent explosion, Lin Feng grunted, pulling Duan Xinye back again. The enraged Patriarch of the Purple Mansion seemed like a demon.
"This is the difference in realms between the Spiritual Martial Realm and the Xuanwu Realm. Unlike fighting beyond one's realm, there is a fundamental change between the Spiritual Martial Realm and the Xuanwu Realm."
Lin Feng thought to himself, fighting to experience, experiencing the Xuanwu Realm, and also testing himself, to stimulate his own power.
He would eventually step into the realm of Xuanwu, and the deeper the insight, the more helpful it would be for his future entry into the Xuanwu Realm.
"Although I can't win, I should at least leave something behind."
The fighting spirit burning on Lin Feng's body did not diminish, his eyes fixed firmly on the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion.
"No need to look at me. Facing the Xuanwu Realm, you won't have any chance. Don't even think about harming me. You can only wait to die."
The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion said coldly, his roaring purple true yuan becoming increasingly fierce.
"Is that so?"
Lin Feng said softly, his body suddenly disappearing, Shadow Kill, transforming into a shadow.
"Is it useful?"
The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion sneered. The perception and sensitivity of someone in the Xuanwu Realm were extremely strong. Although Lin Feng's martial arts were powerful, his cultivation was only in the Spiritual Martial Realm, unable to fully exert his power.
The purple light roared, killing everything. However, at this moment, a sword pierced directly through the purple light, the sword of the Shadow Kill.
"Discard the sword!"
The Patriarch of the Purple Mansion sneered, his palm trembling violently, the sword immediately entangled in purple light, stopping at his throat, unable to move forward.
Lin Feng's figure appeared, standing in front of the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion, his tone icy. "Who said that someone in the Spiritual Martial Realm couldn't harm a Xuanwu Realm powerhouse?"
"Cross Shadow Kill!"
As his words fell, Lin Feng's entire body turned into a sword, sharp and destructive.
His hands swept through the air, the light of the cross dazzling, incredibly fast, so fast that the crowd only saw a cross-shaped light condensing in the void, as if it had always existed there, but they understood that this cross-shaped light had appeared in an instant.
As Lin Feng's voice fell, the Patriarch of the Purple Mansion sensed danger. He immediately defended with his true yuan, his body moving backward, but it was too late. The purple energy in front of him was instantly annihilated by the Cross Shadow Kill. His clothes tore apart, and his chest bore a huge and clear cross, similar to the cross in the void, terrifying, with flesh and blood visible.
Just a bit more, just a bit more. If his strength was weaker, this cross would have disemboweled and killed him.