As the words fell, the ground turned frosty and cold, and snowflakes began to drift down around Lin Hong. The snowflakes danced in the air, and the temperature of the surrounding space dropped to freezing. Lin Feng, holding his sword, felt his hand almost freeze.
"If you want me dead, you must have the ability to do so." The cold snow and frost covered Lin Feng, turning his eyebrows white, but his pitch-black pupils remained resolute, and his hand, firm.
With a step forward, the ground trembled. Lin Feng's aura did not weaken due to the cold; instead, it grew even stronger, as if nothing could stop him.
Momentum, advancing makes one stronger, retreating makes one weaker. Only unwavering determination can build up one's strength, using the power of the wind and snow, the power of the fist and sword, and even the power of heaven and earth.
A sword strike like a thunderbolt, the momentum as fierce as a thunderclap, snowflakes scattered, and the frozen air and frost seemed to be torn apart.
Lin Hong's pupils constricted. This sword strike was even more powerful than the previous one, not only in strength but also in momentum, as if a sword aura was spreading through the space.
His hands moved swiftly, and Lin Hong no longer underestimated Lin Feng. Powerful ice and frost energy bloomed in the sword light, only to be extinguished in the same sword light. Lin Hong took another step back.
"A swordsman destroys everything, and when sincere, becomes the strongest." Lin Feng thought to himself, taking another step forward. The sword strike was radiant and invincible.
Lin Hong took another step back!
Lin Hong's expression grew increasingly ugly and cold.
At this moment, the crowd around was shocked. Lin Feng was actually forcing Lin Hong to retreat step by step.
"How can this be? How can Lin Feng be so strong? Lin Hong is a Spirit Warrior realm expert." Clearly, no one expected Lin Feng to be so powerful. The Spirit Warrior realm and the Qi Warrior realm were not on the same level. Only a true genius could challenge a higher realm, and how could the waste Lin Feng become a genius?
Lin Baoda was even more shocked, his face turning grim as he stared intently at the two people on the battle platform.
Only Lin Hai had a broad smile on his face. No wonder Xiao Feng was so confident. He was indeed powerful, each sword strike stronger than the last, as if there was no end to his strength.
"Xiao Feng has never released his martial soul, has he? If one day his martial soul undergoes a life awakening, what a magnificent sight it would be!" Lin Hai was filled with anticipation and immense satisfaction. He could almost see the day when Lin Feng would rise, his son, not a waste but a genius, both in cultivation and in martial soul.
Glancing at Lin Baoda, Lin Hai's eyes were filled with sarcasm.
"Ah!" Lin Hong was almost driven mad, shouting loudly. The ice and frost began to condense again, the cold air turning even colder.
"Is shouting loudly useful?" Lin Feng sneered, the sword aura rolling out, as powerful as a sword energy, capable of destroying anything. The momentum was already formed, and Lin Hong could not turn the tide.
"Slash." The sound of the sword howling echoed, and the ice and frost that had condensed were torn apart by the sword aura. This time, Lin Hong could not resist and was injured by the sword aura, his clothes torn, and blood seeping out.
In that instant, Lin Hong felt a chill all over his body. For the first time, he felt this bone-chilling cold in the ice and frost he had created. He was injured, not only injured but also at risk of death. Lin Feng's sword strike was without any hesitation; if there was an opportunity, Lin Feng... would kill him.
Yes, only now did Lin Hong realize the danger. Not long ago, in his mind, Lin Feng could only be at his mercy, to be killed at will. He never thought that the situation would be the opposite.
Lin Hong regretted not practicing body techniques diligently. Now, he could not escape. Each step Lin Feng took was perfectly timed, merging with the sword momentum.
"Boom." A fierce wind swept through, and Lin Feng took another step forward. The world was filled with a killing aura, and only the sword remained the strongest, unyielding.
"Bad." Lin Baoda's face turned cold, and he shouted, "Beast, do you dare?"
"Shut up, Lin Baoda. Don't forget who started this. Now that Lin Hong can't defeat Lin Feng, you want to interfere?" Lin Hai did not back down, taking a step forward to block Lin Baoda, who wanted to step in. He was now disillusioned with his brother. Even if he still had feelings for him, the other hated him to the bone and wanted his and his son's lives. Lin Hai had no choice.
"Ah!" Lin Hong's scream made Lin Baoda's face change drastically, and he shouted, "Move."
"No way." The cold aura was incredibly powerful, and the martial soul Lin Hai released made the surrounding space freeze.
"I had no intention, but you want to kill me. Since that's the case, then die." Lin Feng looked at Lin Hong, who was holding his wound, his eyes cold and merciless.
You don't care about family ties, so I will sever them with my sword.
"You dare." A delicate voice came from behind, and Lin Qian arrived. Powerful ice and frost energy and fierce flames burst out simultaneously, making Lin Feng feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he were between ice and fire.
"Scram." Turning around, he still struck with a sword, but this time, the sword aura surged, and the momentum did not wane.
"Boom."
The ice and frost fragments and the flames scattered, and Lin Qian was forced back by the sword strike.
"Die." Another cold voice came from behind, and without thinking, Lin Feng turned and struck with a sword.
A powerful force came from behind, and Lin Feng was thrown back, blood gushing from his throat.
"Shameless." Lin Hai roared, for while he was blocking Lin Baoda, the Seventh Elder had sneaked onto the battle platform and severely injured Lin Feng.
"Thousand Miles of Ice." Lin Hai's heart burned with rage, and wherever he went, the space froze, extremely cold. The Seventh Elder's face stiffened, and he felt an incomparable coldness enveloping him, freezing him solid.
"Help me." The Seventh Elder shouted, but it was too late. Lin Hai's palm struck his chest, causing it to cave in. His eyes widened, staring at Lin Hai.
"You... dare to kill me." Blood continuously flowed from the Seventh Elder's mouth. Lin Hai's palm strike was unrestrained, the cold ice energy directly destroying his internal organs and taking his life.
"You, as an elder, ambushed my son. Death is not spared." Lin Hai's voice was icy cold, and his palm trembled, causing the Seventh Elder's body to slowly fall, his eyes wide open, filled with hatred and regret.
Everyone's gaze froze. The Seventh Elder, dead?
At this moment, the crowd looked at Lin Hai with fear. Only overwhelming strength could intimidate everyone. Even Lin Baoda did not dare to move.
Lin Hai turned and looked at Lin Qian, saying coldly, "Genius of the Bright Moon Sect? Genius of the Snow Shadow Manor? How shameless."
Lin Qian gritted her teeth, feeling the killing intent from Lin Hai, and did not dare to speak. Lin Hai's steps approached her, his killing intent growing stronger.
He did not move against Lin Hong because Lin Hong was just a defeated opponent, while the Seventh Elder and Lin Qian were ambushers. When they thought Lin Hong could defeat Lin Feng, they set up a death match to take Lin Feng's life. When they realized things were not as they had expected, they attacked by ambush. How could Lin Hai not be enraged?
"What do you want to do?" Lin Qian stared at Lin Hai.
"Kill you." Lin Hai's voice was straightforward, his killing intent naked and raw. At this moment, he was truly enraged.