"Alright, I've given some of you a chance, but unfortunately, you didn't know how to cherish it. Since that's the case, then..."
Duan Tianlang paused slightly at this point, raising his arm.
With his movement, the sound of bows being drawn was uniform and the air of slaughter grew even more intense.
"They're about to make their move."
The crowd thought to themselves, and then they saw Duan Tianlang's arm swing down, and he uttered a single word softly.
"Annihilate."
This word, "annihilate," was like a deathly spell, lingering in the hearts of the crowd.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
The terrifying whistling sounds filled the sky and earth. Endless arrows pierced the air, blocking out the sun. Above the canyon, ten thousand arrows fell simultaneously, covering the entire sky except for the life-and-death platform where Duan Tianlang and his group stood. The arrows were endless.
The crowd of the Yunhai Sect looked up at the black arrows that blocked the sky, their eyes filled with confusion and despair.
With so many arrows, there was no way to avoid them. Each one was as swift as a meteor, and the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry were no ordinary warriors.
Moments later, screams echoed through the space. Arrows pierced the heads, chests, shoulders, and arms of the Yunhai Sect disciples, and the fresh blood dyed the canyon red.
Only those with formidable strength could resist the arrows and survive, but this was just the first wave of attacks.
On the viewing platform, Nangong Ling struck the arrows flying overhead into powder, but his eyes closed in pain. He dared not look at the fallen bodies, each one a disciple of the sect who had once revered and admired him. As the head of the Yunhai Sect, Nangong Ling could only watch helplessly as the massacre unfolded before him, powerless to stop it.
The elders of the Yunhai Sect were all red-eyed, their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty gaze. They never imagined that the most important day of the sect's competition would become the day of the Yunhai Sect's destruction.
The first wave of arrows finally fell, and the blood of the Yunhai Sect disciples formed a river of blood that flowed quietly in the canyon.
On the life-and-death platform, Lin Feng quietly watched the river of blood formed by the blood. The bright sunlight poured down, illuminating Lin Feng, but he felt no warmth, only endless desolation and cold.
In the canyon, some disciples closed their eyes forever, some were still struggling to survive, crying to the sky, and others had gone mad, roaring wildly.
If it were in his past life, at their age, they should all still be in school.
They had their parents, their siblings, and their futures were full of infinite possibilities.
They came to the Yunhai Sect to pursue strength, to live better and be respected on the continent.
But with Duan Tianlang's order, those infinite possibilities turned into the toll of death, and one by one, their vibrant lives fell into the sea of blood.
Lin Feng's heart had never been so cold, so bone-chillingly cold. Those people were just like him not long ago, flesh and blood.
"Phew..."
Raising his head, Lin Feng exhaled a heavy breath, mixing with the bloody air. His pupils were gray, cold, and desireless, deep and boundless, like a bottomless pit.
In the face of overwhelming strength, human life is like a piece of waste paper, easily torn and scattered by the wind, leaving no trace.
This is reality, a cruel and bloody reality. Without overwhelming strength, you are an ant, and your life is like a blade of grass.
"Release..."
Duan Tianlang's voice sounded again, resonating through the space. The sharp arrows once again emitted the sound of death, descending from the sky.
Duan Tianlang glanced at Liu Fei and said indifferently.
Duan Han nodded slightly and took a step toward Liu Fei.
However, at that moment, a figure flashed, blocking Liu Fei's body behind him. It was Lin Feng.
"Move aside. If you want to die, there's no need to rush."
Duan Han's tone was indifferent, and his face was expressionless.
But Lin Feng seemed to ignore his words, just staring at him with those cold, gray, emotionless eyes, silently staring at the father and son.
To be able to slaughter thousands of people and remain calm and indifferent, how cold-blooded must one be to achieve such a state?
"Hmm?"
Duan Han's eyebrows furrowed, and then he saw Lin Feng's eyes, those cold, gray, eerie eyes.
Seeing such eyes, Duan Han felt a chill run through his body.
"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant it to you."
Duan Han shouted, his face turning grim. He felt a chill from seeing Lin Feng's eyes, which was a disgrace.
In his eyes, Lin Feng had good talent, but that was all. Lin Feng didn't even have the qualifications to compare with him.
Especially seeing Liu Fei care for Lin Feng made him want to crush Lin Feng underfoot, to show Liu Fei that Lin Feng was nothing in front of him.
Powerful sword energy surged from Duan Han's body. He was a sword martial soul possessor, trained in sword techniques since childhood, and was extremely proficient with swords. Now, even without a sword, he could use his hands as a sword, seeing everything as a potential weapon.
His palm slashed down, forming a powerful sword aura, like a solid sword, casually slashing toward Lin Feng.
This slash didn't use any martial techniques. Liu Fei said he defeated Lin Feng by taking advantage of powerful martial techniques, so he would show her by easily killing Lin Feng.
"Break."
Lin Feng's body moved, swift and graceful like the wind and shadow. His sword slashed diagonally, striking the weakest point of the sword energy.
With his current heightened perception, the sword energy Duan Han slashed at him was completely tangible. He could see which parts were strong and which were weak, crystal clear.
"Crack!"
A light sound echoed, and the sword energy suddenly dissipated. The sword Duan Han slashed out returned to its intangible form, vanishing without a trace.
But Lin Feng's sword was filled with a cold, deathly aura, continuing upward toward Duan Han.
This scene made Duan Han's expression stiffen. His right palm trembled, and fierce sword energy roared in his hand, pressing toward Lin Feng's sword.
However, the sword's momentum didn't pause for a moment, cutting through the sword energy. The deathly sword was filled with the intent of death, destroying everything.
Duan Han's brows furrowed. His strength was at the Fourth Level of the Spirit Martial Realm, two levels higher than Lin Feng, but at this moment, Lin Feng's single sword strike made him feel a threat of death.
His palms trembled again, blocking the momentum of the deathly sword. Duan Han's toes touched the ground, and his body stepped back, avoiding Lin Feng's powerful strike.
"Death."
Lin Feng's lips moved, and he uttered a word. The sword followed the momentum, the aftereffects of the previous strike still lingering, and more deathly aura emerged, born from the sword.
This strike was natural and seamless, the sword energy even more fierce, the momentum even more vast.
"How is this possible?"
Duan Han's expression was one of disbelief. This strike was too perfect. Even he might not be able to execute such a perfect sword technique.
The lightning-fast sword, filled with a fierce deathly aura, left him no time to resist with his strength. He could only dodge, avoiding its sharp edge.
"Lin Feng's ability to use the second strike of the Extinction Sword Technique, 'Death,' to this extent is terrifying. His talent in martial techniques is too frightening. He absolutely cannot die today."
North Elder's attention was always on Lin Feng. In the Yunhai Sect, anyone could die, but Lin Feng must not die.
It wasn't that North Elder was cruel or heartless, but Lin Feng was the hope of the sect. If only one person could escape from the Yunhai Sect, it could only be Lin Feng. Even North Elder himself, with his formidable strength, could still die.
"Shadow Step."
Duan Han shouted, his steps moving incredibly fast. His body was like a shadow, unpredictable, instantly drifting away from the deathly sword.
When he stopped, a tearing sound echoed. Duan Han looked down at the torn clothing on his body, a fierce expression flashing in his eyes.
Lin Feng had almost injured him, tearing his clothes.
If he had been a bit slower, that strike would have cut through his chest.
A great humiliation. At the Fourth Level of the Spirit Martial Realm, he had been cut by Lin Feng, who was at the Second Level of the Spirit Martial Realm, and the very person he had just insulted as not having the qualifications to compare with him.
"You had good luck, but next time, I won't play with you anymore."
Duan Han suppressed his anger, maintaining a calm tone. He wouldn't admit that someone without the qualifications to compare with him had almost injured him, only saying that Lin Feng had good luck.
"Fourth Level of the Spirit Martial Realm, dealing with me, a Second Level of the Spirit Martial Realm. Winning means you are strong, and I don't have the qualifications to compare with you. But now, tearing my clothes means I had good luck, and you didn't take it seriously. Duan Han, don't you think you're being too shameless?"
A mocking smile appeared on Lin Feng's lips, his gray eyes filled with cold sarcasm. These words were like a thorn, piercing directly into Duan Han's body.