The other four people withstood the palm prints of the Eight Wastelands Palm, but they all stood side by side, quietly looking at the figure lying down.
Yueyang, ranked 77th among the inner disciples, meaning that among the five of them, Yueyang was the strongest, but he was killed in one strike. If it had been any of them, they would have met the same fate.
Lin Feng, who was even stronger than the strongest among them, had the power to kill them.
Thinking of this, they no longer had any trace of carelessness in their eyes. They all stared intently at Lin Feng, and as a gentle breeze blew, they all felt a chill.
"When you trample on others' lives, do you ever think that your own life might also be trampled by someone stronger? All of this is your own choice."
As Lin Feng's words fell, he took a step forward, and a strong sword intent spread through the air.
Cold sweat appeared on the foreheads of the four people. Only by being in the midst of the sword intent did they truly feel how intense it was. Was Lin Feng merely mastering a thread of sword momentum?
In the intangible space, it seemed as if a sword aura was howling. As Lin Feng took another step forward, the sword intent became even stronger, the sword momentum overwhelming, ready to take lives.
"We can't wait any longer. This sword momentum is getting stronger, while my momentum is getting weaker. If we wait, we will surely die."
The four people exchanged glances, understanding each other's thoughts. They took a step forward and simultaneously lunged at Lin Feng.
"Momentum."
Lin Feng let out a low cry, and an unparalleled sword momentum pressed down on the opponents. At the same time, his hand moved slightly, and a brilliant light flashed in the air.
Two streaks of dark red blood flew through the air. The life-taking sword, once drawn, took lives.
The two people who had rushed forward fell softly to the ground, while the other two had deliberately slowed their steps during the attack and instantly retreated when Lin Feng swung his sword, betraying the other two.
But they, in turn, saved their own lives.
Everyone felt their hearts tremble, especially the inner disciples. Why was Lin Feng so powerful? His aura was merely at the first level of the Spirit Martial Realm, but even the strong who had their names carved on the ranking stone could not withstand a single strike. Once the sword was drawn, lives were lost.
"It's the Extinction Sword Technique. The Extinction Sword Technique is a high-level mystic technique, and the first sword, the life-taking sword, is used to its utmost. Combined with his own sword momentum, which makes the attack even more powerful, it's normal for him to challenge a higher level."
Many people recognized Lin Feng's sword technique. This set of sword techniques was similar to the sword-drawing technique, and few chose it. However, no one would think that the Extinction Sword Technique was a useless technique. The Extinction Sword Technique was very powerful, comparable to a high-level mystic technique, but the cultivation threshold was too high and too difficult to cultivate, so very few people practiced it.
But Lin Feng had already cultivated the first sword, the life-taking sword, of the Extinction Sword Technique to its utmost.
"Escape."
The remaining two people had a thought in their minds, no longer wanting to fight. They turned their bodies and were about to leave the life-and-death platform.
"Kill."
A cold look flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, and the light of the life-taking sword shone again. A long sword aura slashed down, and instantly, the two figures that had leaped into the air stopped and then fell helplessly.
Thus, the five inner disciples who had their names carved on the ranking stone were all eliminated!
"The Extinction Sword Technique is so powerful, and the sword momentum is so domineering."
Many outer disciples and even inner disciples looked at Lin Feng with a hint of enthusiasm. No wonder he dared to question and insult Wenren Yan. Lin Feng's talent was not inferior to Wenren Yan's; he just lacked a bit of strength at the moment. Given time, he would surely be on par with Wenren Yan.
Liu Fei's beautiful eyes moved, extremely shocked. This bastard killed five inner disciples, and they were even among the top 81 inner disciples?
"It seems my hope for revenge is slim."
Liu Fei thought to herself. She had originally wanted to enhance her strength and then severely punish this bastard, but she never expected that this bastard's talent was much stronger than she had imagined. It seemed that revenge was out of the question, but Liu Fei did not feel too much disappointment.
As for Nangong Ling on the viewing platform, he smiled bitterly.
"This guy, he killed five excellent inner disciples without any hesitation. He really has no qualms at all."
"Master, although this young man's talent is quite good, as he himself said, killing fellow disciples might be a disaster for the sect, not a blessing."
Mo Xie came to Nangong Ling's side and whispered in his ear.
Nangong Ling glanced at Mo Xie, feeling increasingly disappointed. He said, "When Wenren Yan and those five disciples were killing their fellow disciples, why didn't you say anything?"
"Master, how can Lin Feng be compared to Wenren?" Mo Xie argued.
"Enough, I have my own thoughts." Nangong Ling interrupted Mo Xie with displeasure. Mo Xie could only step back helplessly, but his killing intent towards Lin Feng grew stronger. Whether this young man was a disaster for the sect or not was another matter, but to him, he was definitely a curse.
"Lin Feng."
Nangong Ling looked at the young man on the life-and-death platform and called out with a smile.
"Master."
Lin Feng turned around and bowed slightly to Nangong Ling.
"You have proven your strength and can participate in this ranking battle. However, before participating, is there something you need to do first?" Nangong Ling smiled, increasingly satisfied with Lin Feng. This young man not only had excellent strength and talent but was also polite and not arrogant. More importantly, Lin Feng had foresight that others lacked.
As Lin Feng had said, at the Spirit Martial Realm, he was too weak in the vast Nine Heavens Continent, almost negligible.
Lin Feng's long-term vision meant that his potential achievements in the future could be even greater.
"What is it?"
Lin Feng asked.
"Put on your inner disciple attire."
Nangong Ling smiled in response. With Lin Feng's talent, he had brought honor to Duan Tianlang and the other sect masters, yet he was still wearing the attire of an outer disciple. This was not appropriate.
"Ha ha." Lin Feng smiled meaningfully, shook his head, and said to Nangong Ling, "I will not wear the inner disciple attire, and I will not participate in the inner disciple ranking battle. I stand on this life-and-death platform merely to tell certain people how ignorant and foolish they are."
"Hmm?" Nangong Ling's eyebrows twitched, puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"
"Master, the word 'outer' in outer disciple means that one is not yet a true member of the sect and can leave the sect at will, correct?"
Lin Feng's words made Nangong Ling frown, his confusion growing, but he still nodded, "Correct."
"Master, please forgive my boldness, but after today, I may leave Yunhai Sect."
"Boom."
Lin Feng's words made countless hearts tremble. Lin Feng leaving Yunhai Sect?
What a joke. Lin Feng stood on the life-and-death platform, laughing at the crowd, and was favored by the sect master. But at this moment, he said he might leave Yunhai Sect. How could this not shock and unsettle the crowd?
Everyone tried to understand why Lin Feng would do this.
"Ha ha ha..." Maniacal laughter echoed. Duan Tianlang looked at Nangong Ling with a smile, saying, "It's a pity to see a promising disciple in Yunhai Sect who wants to leave. It's truly laughable."
"Lin Feng, if you are willing, you can join the Snow Moon Holy Academy and receive focused cultivation."
"Lin Feng, my Ice Snow Manor, although it only accepts those with ice and snow martial souls, will make an exception for you today. If you are willing, you can join the Ice Snow Manor and become a core disciple directly."
"Or my Bright Moon Sect, if you want to come, I will focus on cultivating you."
Several people extended olive branches to Lin Feng, and their words were undoubtedly a slap in the face of Yunhai Sect, making the people of Yunhai Sect feel extremely embarrassed and humiliated.
"I will consider it." Lin Feng smiled calmly at them.
"Damn, Master, if this young man is not killed, what will be left of Yunhai Sect's dignity?" Mo Xie shouted, inwardly sneering. This was Lin Feng's own fault for seeking his own death.
"Shut up." Nangong Ling shouted coldly, making Mo Xie's eyes widen. Then he saw Nangong Ling's cold gaze, and his heart trembled.
"Lin Feng, three days ago, I granted you the status of an inner disciple. Now you call yourself an outer disciple and want to leave the sect. Why is that?"
Nangong Ling tried to remain calm. The sect had finally produced a genius, and was he going to be poached by other rivals?
"Leaving the sect? Master, the word 'leaving' is not appropriate. It's not that I, Lin Feng, am leaving the sect, but rather that the sect has abandoned me. In Yunhai Sect, I have no place to stand."
"What do you mean by that?" Nangong Ling was even more puzzled.
"First, Master, may I ask you a few questions, if I may?"
"Of course."
"Master, as an outer disciple, no one teaches us, and we rely on ourselves for cultivation, correct?" Lin Feng said.
"Correct." Nangong Ling nodded. Indeed, even inner disciples rarely received guidance.
"Master, as an outer disciple, we can only choose techniques and skills from the first floor of the Star Tower, and these are all yellow-level techniques, which can be obtained in many other places, correct?"
"Correct." Nangong Ling nodded again.
"Given this, may I say that my current cultivation and achievements are entirely due to my own efforts, and the sect has little to do with it? In other words, the sect has done little for me, correct?"
As Lin Feng spoke, Nangong Ling's expression changed, and the others in Yunhai Sect felt a strange emotion, but they could not deny that Lin Feng's words were true.
Therefore, Nangong Ling nodded again, saying, "You are right. The sect has done little for you, but you are still a member of Yunhai Sect. To leave the sect just because it has done little for you seems a bit weak. If you are leaving for other benefits, isn't that a bit ungrateful?"
"Master, may I finish my words first?"
"Go ahead." Nangong Ling said.
"The first time I met you, Master, was on the life-and-death platform. That day, I was unknown, a nobody. The Bright Moon Sect's Great Peng and Lin Qian came to Yunhai Sect to demand my surrender. Because I was just an outer disciple, Elder Mo Xie readily agreed to hand me over, and you did not stop it. If not for the help of a mysterious strong person, I, Lin Feng, might not be standing here today, correct?"
"That day was my mistake." Nangong Ling admitted, even apologizing to Lin Feng, which moved many people.
Nangong Ling had a broad mind.
"Master, when the beast tide came, I went to Black Wind Ridge to kill beasts. Elder Mo Xie, because I had questioned him, harbored a grudge and sent me, an outer disciple, to the beasts' mouths. Fortunately, I survived again. Many people witnessed this, and I believe you know about it. But Elder Mo Xie remains unscathed and has not been punished, because I am an outer disciple, weak and insignificant, correct?"
Nangong Ling was speechless upon hearing Lin Feng's words. Indeed, this was the second time he owed Lin Feng. If not for Lin Feng's luck, he might have died again at the hands of Elder Mo Xie.
Thinking of this, Nangong Ling glared at Mo Xie. Lin Feng's desire to leave the sect was closely related to Mo Xie.
"This was also my mistake." Nangong Ling still admitted, "However, do you know that because of this, Elder Bei was furious, injured Elder Mo Xie, and almost killed him on the spot. Elder Bei favors you greatly, and I believe he does not want to see you leave Yunhai Sect."