Peerless Martial God

The old man and the others in the prison were stunned when they heard Lin Feng's words. Then, they squinted their eyes, a cold light flickering in their eyes.    

Lin Feng was acquainted with this Martial Cultivator slave, and their relationship was deep.    

Watching Lin Feng approach him step by step, the old man's body flashed, blocked in front of Lin Feng, and said: "No matter what relationship you had in the past, now, he has already been branded with a slave seal, and is a slave."    

"If I brand your face with a slave seal, will you also become a slave?"    

Lin Feng's ice-cold expression caused the old man's gaze to congeal, and then he sneered: "Are you courting death?"    

"Before I die, I will also kill you."    

Lin Feng said in an ice-cold tone. Ice energy, surged crazily towards the old man.    

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"    

The old man sneered, and his body trembled slightly. Suddenly, his figure transformed into a hurricane, broke through the frozen airflow in an instant, and arrived in front of Lin Feng.    

"Draw your sword!"    

Lin Feng's Soft Sword was pulled out, the explosive power was extremely strong, the Sword Drawing Arts, could kill with a single slash.    

However, the old man had completely ignored Lin Feng's Sword Drawing Arts. His light and gentle palm swept past the gaps of the sword and landed on Lin Feng's body in an instant.    

"Pfft!"    

Lin Feng's body fiercely trembled, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and directly smashed into the prison.    

"Seven!"    

Everyone's eyes trembled, the strength of the old man should be at the level of Seventh Level of Spiritual Martial Stage, but Lin Feng was just at the Fourth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage level, the disparity was too great, Lin Feng was not his opponent, he could not even take a single strike.    

However, under their astonished gazes, Lin Feng lifted his leg and continued to walk towards the old man. His eyes were still cold and determined.    

The prison was filled with an icy cold and murderous aura.    

"Your strength is not bad. You should have a great future, but since you want to die, I'll grant you that wish."    

Seeing Lin Feng walk up to him again, the old man laughed coldly: "With your Fourth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage, you can't possibly take one of my palms. As for killing me, that's just wishful thinking."    

"Why must we kill him? We should brand him with a slave imprint and tame him into a slave beast. Wouldn't it be better if he became a slave here?"    

At this time, Bai Ze spoke coldly from the side, causing the old man to be startled, then he laughed: "Young master, good idea, this man is even stronger than savage beasts, and his killing intent is even stronger.    

"Meaning."    

"Exactly." Bai Ze's face darkened as he stared at Lin Feng. He asked for it.    

However, Lin Feng didn't even give him a glance, as she calmly took one step forward after another.    

"Roar!" Han Man let out a roar, which was like that of a beast's, and his body also crazily trembled. However, that middle-aged man still used a chain to firmly lock onto him, preventing him from escaping.    

Another palm struck out, and fresh blood floated in the air. Lin Feng's body once again collided against the prison, causing it to lightly tremble.    

Just as the old man had said, Lin Feng was only at the Fourth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage level. Even though his talent was very strong, he was still not an opponent for the old man's Seventh Level of Spiritual Martial Stage, and could not even take a single blow from him.    

The Seventh Level of Spiritual Martial Stage realm, could already be considered to be a expert of Spiritual Martial Stage.    

Seeing Lin Feng's body being sent flying time and time again, Liu Fei and the others had already stood up and were about to walk towards the prison.    

"Wait."    

Wen Aoxue blocked all of their bodies, preventing them from moving forward.    

"Get out of the way." Liu Fei let out a cold cry, causing him to laugh bitterly.    

"Even Lin Feng is not his opponent, if you go, you will also be sending yourself to your death."    

"Get out of the way." Liu Fei ignored Wen Aoxue's words, her voice still very cold.    

"I'll go." Wen Aoxue shook his head and in a flash, he transformed into a white afterimage and appeared outside the prison in an instant. However, he did not enter the prison to save Lin Feng.    

At the entrance of the cave, he had a feeling that Lin Feng was not easily killed.    

However, seeing Lin Feng being knocked flying one after another and then walking forward, Wen Aoxue's heart was moved. For his friends, this guy could do whatever he wanted.    

Po Jun was equally shocked. His face which was imprinted with a slave imprint revealed a strange light. To be able to do this for a friend, it was enough to cause anyone to respect him.    

Lin Feng slowly stepped forward, his black pupils cold and emotionless, without any hint of color. In his heart, there was only a heart of destruction.    

"Kill!"    

A merciless and angry shout came out from Lin Feng's mouth. The Sword of Death danced as it swept out with a gray aura of death.    

"Is this the limit?"    

The old man laughed coldly, he waved both of his palms, and the Wind Palm imprint appeared in the sky, the Death Qi was being blown away nonstop, and Lin Feng's sword also floated erratically.    

However, just at this moment, a cold light pierced through everything, rushing towards the old man. Lin Feng had actually abandoned the sword, and threw the sword in his hand directly, thrusting towards the old man.    

"Is it useful!?"    

The corners of the old man's mouth curled up in disdain.    

Both palms flew together, as palm shadows filled the skies, appearing like a storm of wind. As the sword neared the old man's body, it abruptly halted, stopping right in front of him.    

"Let's go!"    

The old man shouted, and his sword flew far away, at this time, Lin Feng had already arrived in front of him, his palm transforming into a sword, slashing towards the old man.    

"You're courting death."    

The trembled, the Sword Qi annihilated, and his palm also landed on Lin Feng's body, large mouthfuls of bright red blood flowed out of the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.    

When Lin Feng clasped his hands together, not only did he not retreat, he even tightly grabbed onto the old man's palm, causing the eyes of the crowd to tremble once again.    

"What does he want?"    

Lin Feng's actions, were no different from courting death.    

Sure enough, the old man's hand trembled, he moved it around Lin Feng's chest, and in Lin Feng's chest, a huge blood handprint actually appeared, sinister and terrifying.    

Lin Feng still did not loosen his grip, and tightly held onto the old man's palm.    

The eyes of the crowd, all stared at Lin Feng's palm. Such a ruthless person, even at this stage, he still did not let go, Lin Feng, could it be that he is really seeking death!    

Han Man was stepped on, his entire body was drenched in blood, and his extremely heavy breath continued to spew out from his mouth.    

Beneath Han Man's body, a cloud of dust swirled in the air as the earth trembled slightly. As for his bloodshot eyes, they gradually paled.    

The color of the earth yellow. Han Man's eyes, which were blood-red, gradually turned yellow, like the earth. However, this yellow color still carried a bone overflowing hatred.    

"Roar!"    

A roar that was like that of a wild beast came out of Han Man's mouth, and it was as if a hurricane had formed between heaven and earth. On the ground, rolling sand surged without end, covering Han Man's body in a layer of yellow.    

Sand.    

The middle-aged man on Han Man's body had a slight change in expression. At this moment, his heart couldn't help but begin to beat wildly.    

"What's going on?"    

The middle-aged man stared at the roaring yellow sands of the earth, his gaze frozen in place.    

However, at this moment, an incomparably powerful force emanated from beneath him. With a series of 'ka ka ka' sounds, the iron chain shattered.    

The old man who was fighting with Lin Feng was also aware of the abnormality, and his pupils contracted slightly as he looked in their direction.    

"Hmm?"    

A look of astonishment flashed in the old man's eyes, but at this moment, a sense of danger could be felt. The old man's eyes narrowed as his gaze shifted over once again.    

"Tian Zhao!"    

Lin Feng's grey and emotionless pupils suddenly burst forth with an incomparably resplendent light, as dazzling as the sun.    

The Tian Zhao was an ability that Lin Feng had never used before when the Martial Soul Tian Zhao awakened. It was his first time using it at this moment.    

The gaze of the elder who had just turned his gaze away trembled, then slightly closed. An extremely strong sense of danger came over, causing his body to tighten. His palm abruptly exerted force, wanting to send Lin Feng's body flying, but Lin Feng's hand …    

He was still holding onto him tightly, allowing the palm strength to wreak havoc within his body.    

The old man's body floated backwards, like a gust of wind, as he pulled Lin Feng along, drifting erratically.    

"Absolute shadow – kill!"    

A low and deep voice came out of Lin Feng's mouth. The old man's body, which was like the wind, became a clear trajectory, and under the gaze of the Tian Zhao, he appeared to be nowhere to be seen.    

At the same time, Lin Feng's body turned into a shadow.    

A bewitching cold light bloomed as droplets of bright red blood sprinkled into the air.    

"An afterimage!"    

The crowd trembled, the old man and Lin Feng's bodies had stopped moving, but, Lin Feng's figure, slowly turned into nothingness, it was an afterimage!    

"Just because you're weak doesn't mean you can't be killed!"    

As soon as the indifferent voice rang out in the quiet space, the old man's throat moved as fresh blood frantically gushed out. His body also slowly fell down!