Tragic

Lin Feng, did he know long ago?

Mo Ye's body stiffened, feeling an icy chill throughout. Just now, Lin Feng didn't even dodge, obviously intentionally luring him out.

However, this shadow had never appeared before. How did Lin Feng know?

"Elder."

Mo Ye shouted towards the shadow, but dared not move, afraid that if he did, the shadow would strike.

"To have a traitor like you as an elder is a disgrace to the sect."

A voice emanated from the void, followed by a fleeting emerald light, as fast as lightning.

No figure, only radiance.

When the light dissipated, the owner of the shadow finally appeared.

Cloaked in black, as if wanting to conceal the entire person in darkness. At this moment, he held an emerald dagger in his hand, and at the tip of the dagger, fresh blood continuously dripped down.

That blood naturally belonged to Mo Ye.

At this moment, Mo Ye still maintained the posture he had just stood in, unmoving.

His gaze, wide open, carried an incredulous look, as if he couldn't believe that he didn't even have a chance to move before being obliterated.

Only now did blood seep from his throat, and only now did his body fall straight down.

"I never expected that this strike would be used on an elder of my own sect. How pathetic."

The old man in black muttered, his voice filled with desolation.

"Kong Lao."

Lin Feng called out to the old man in black. The shadow that was in the void was actually Kong Lao, who guarded the Tianqian Cliff.

"How did you know I was here?"

Kong Lao nodded at Lin Feng, asking in confusion. He possessed the Shadow Martial Soul; when in use, only the shadow appeared, not the person. Moreover, he had not been exposed just now, yet Lin Feng knew he was there, deliberately luring Mo Ye.

"Sensation."

Lin Feng replied calmly. When releasing his Martial Soul, he did not see the world with his eyes but with his mind and heart.

The gray world was vividly imprinted in his mind, as if he were the master of this world, everything around him clear as day.

Although Kong Lao was only a shadow, he was still noticed by Lin Feng.

He immediately understood that the shadow expert who had appeared last time because of him was still protecting him now.

Kong Lao's eyes flickered, then nodded.

"Lin Feng, you are the most talented young person I have ever seen. If you can survive this, I hope that one day, the Cloud Sea Sect can reappear in the world."

Kong Lao's tone was tinged with a sense of twilight. As the guardian of the sect, the Cloud Sea Sect was guarded by him. But today, it was to be annihilated.

"If I survive, in the future, I will definitely rebuild the Cloud Sea Sect."

Lin Feng nodded heavily. This was his promise to the old man, but first, he had to survive and leave.

Duan Tianlang must die.

"Behead."

A stern shout came from above, blood spraying, an elder in gray killed one of the elders of the Cloud Sea Sect.

"Kong Ming, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

With a step, this person descended from the sky and came before Kong Lao, his fighting spirit ablaze.

Kong Lao said nothing, his body trembling slightly, turning into a stream of light. Then, his figure disappeared, leaving only a shadow still imprinted on the ground.

At this moment, in the void, a figure's gaze was bloodthirsty, staring tightly at Mo Ye's body on the ground, full of endless hatred.

"Cloud Sea Sect, I, Mo Canglan, have sacrificed so much for you. In the end, you have killed my only son."

A look of madness flashed in Mo Canglan's eyes. His gaze then fell on Nangong Ling, who was fighting with Duan Tianlang, the flames of hatred burning fiercely.

"Die." Mo Canglan roared in his heart, his body crossed the void in an instant and appeared next to Nangong Ling, but completely absorbed in the fight with Duan Tianlang, Nangong Ling didn't notice Mo Ye, let alone that Mo Canglan was coming fiercely, his target would be him.

An extremely vicious palm directly landed on Nangong Ling, sending him into Duan Tianlang's sword.

Amidst the flickering of the sword light, blood surged. Nangong Ling's left arm was cut off by a sword.

"Mo...Cang...Lan!" Landing on the ground, Nangong Ling didn't even look at his severed left arm, just stared at Mo Canglan, the elder who had given him the final blow, who had always been by his side.

"It's because of you that my..."

Nangong Ling also saw Mo Ye's body, his wound, and Kong Lao, who was still fighting. Mo Ye died at the hands of Kong Lao, and Nangong Ling naturally could guess what had happened.

"Well done."

Nangong Ling's expression was cold as ice as he scanned the surroundings. The elders of the Cloud Sea Sect were all in a weak position, and there were still many people on the other side who had not joined the battle, only blocking those trying to escape.

"All members of the Cloud Sea Sect, gather around me."

Nangong Ling leaped onto the highest platform, shouting loudly.

Upon hearing Nangong Ling's words, everyone broke free from their entanglements and returned to the highest platform, gathering around Nangong Ling.

Except for the severed arm of Nangong Ling, many others were also injured. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and cold, already red with killing intent.

Lin Feng stood silently behind the crowd, this scene full of tragic heroism impacting his heart.

"Do you know what to do?" Nangong Ling's hand continued to drip blood, his gaze unwavering as he looked at Duan Tianlang and the others in front of him.

The crowd of the Cloud Sea Sect nodded silently. There was no need for words; they all understood Nangong Ling's meaning.

"Bei Lao, I leave him to you."

Nangong Ling's gaze turned to Bei Lao, his eyes heavy.

Bei Lao also nodded heavily. With the Crane Martial Soul, his lightness skill was the strongest among the crowd, and his speed the fastest.

Then, Bei Lao came to Lin Feng's side, releasing his Martial Soul, spreading his wings, and firmly gripping Lin Feng's arm.

Lin Feng's pupils contracted for a moment, finally understanding Nangong Ling's intention. They...

The gazes of these sect elders all fell on Lin Feng, various complex looks, but in these looks, there was one commonality—hope!

Everyone's gaze towards Lin Feng contained a glimmer of hope. Lin Feng represented their hope and the hope of the Cloud Sea Sect.

Feeling like he had been hit hard, Lin Feng felt an overwhelming heaviness in his heart, as if a mountain was pressing down on his back, about to crush his body.

These sect powerhouses wanted to use their lives to exchange for Lin Feng's life, using the lives of so many experts to exchange for Lin Feng's life. Even if they succeeded in exchanging for Lin Feng's life, they would have no chance to know what the future held, what Lin Feng would do, and how their gazes, how complex and heavy, could not be relieved.

Among the crowd, only Nangong Ling did not look at Lin Feng, his gaze always fixed ahead.

"He who gives me a drop of water, I shall give him a sea in return."

For a youth who could say such words, what else could he not believe in? The only thing he considered was how to let Lin Feng leave alive.

"Go."

At this moment, Nangong Ling shouted loudly, stepping forward, soaring through the void.

All the elders of the Cloud Sea Sect moved at the same moment, following closely behind Nangong Ling. This step was a lifetime.

"The sect perishes in my hands, I, Nangong Ling, apologize to the Cloud Sea Sect."

An incomparably surging aura erupted from Nangong Ling. His body charged into the strong interceptors without any hesitation, without any reservation, this was an attack that poured out his life.

"You seek death."

Several shouts rang out, dazzling sword energy devouring everything. With a resounding roar, Nangong Ling's figure turned into dust, dissipating with the wind.

The youngest Sect Master in the history of the Cloud Sea Sect, perished!

No one lamented, no one shouted. The elders of the Cloud Sea Sect watched this scene calmly. Their bodies also moved forward at the same time, unleashing incredibly powerful attacks, rushing towards the other side. There was only attack, no defense, and no leaving any retreat.

Watching each elder of the sect kill towards the other side, wielding their final blows, radiating the last brilliance of their lives, and then falling weakly from the sky, Lin Feng didn't even blink. Those falling lives, at the moment of death, would all turn to look at him, Lin Feng, to let them see clearly.

"Go."

Bei Lao's body finally moved, still as a mountain, but when he moved, it was earth-shattering. His body was like a stream of light, shooting towards the sky.

The flickering wings of the crane made the airflow in the space incredibly turbulent, and the powerful wind was as sharp as a knife, painful like his heart.

"Want to leave?"

A cold snort sounded, the sword qi incredibly sharp. Above the sky, a huge sword emitted a dazzling light, it was the old man who followed Duan Tianlang.

"Shadowless - Kill."

A light drink came from the void, the emerald light in the sword light was extremely small, but the dazzling light could not be ignored.

The possessor of the Shadow Martial Soul was born for assassination, motionless yet deadly.

"You dare." The old man with the giant sword's face changed slightly, angrily shouting. The incredibly powerful sword energy clashed with the emerald light, as if it could swallow the other party in an instant. However, after this sword strike, the luster of the giant sword dimmed, the old man with the giant sword breathed heavily, and blood kept seeping from the wound on his chest.

The shadow in the void also appeared, and both the arm and the emerald dagger disappeared at the same time.

Bei Lao didn't even glance in this direction, his wings trembled violently, soaring into the sky.