Fearless

"Hu Qiong."

Three roars echoed, and the other three deputy leaders watched as Hu Qiong's body fell, their eyes burning with rage.

When they raised their heads, they looked into Lin Feng's eyes, filled with icy intent.

"You killed Hu Qiong?" The leader of the armored deputy leaders spoke like ice, staring fixedly at Lin Feng.

"You saw it, didn't you?"

Lin Feng's gaze did not waver, staring back at the other party. In that perfect moment just now, he had to strike. Hu Qiong's strength was not weaker than his; at the seventh level of the Lingwu Realm, with his formidable power, a blow from his battle axe had already caused internal injuries. Not killing him would be cruel to himself.

Moreover, in the midst of war, what else was there besides life and death?

"Hiss."

The man gritted his teeth, his eyes wanting to tear Lin Feng apart. However, Prince Moje had ordered Lin Feng to be captured alive.

Under the prince's command, none of Moje's soldiers dared to disobey.

"You four, go and capture him for me."

The deputy leader's gaze shifted towards the four figures whose faces were hidden behind armor, his voice filled with anger and command.

"This doesn't seem right."

A masked figure spoke coldly, causing the deputy leader's expression to stiffen, his gaze turning even colder.

Lin Feng furrowed his brow. They didn't seem to be on the same side. What relationship could they have?

"I'm willing to send three of my men. I'll trouble the two leaders on your side to cooperate in capturing this person. How about it?"

The masked figure spoke again, seeming to be the leader of the other four.

"Very well." The deputy leader pondered for a moment, then nodded. "If you dare not exert full effort, don't blame me for being impolite."

The five, riding their warhorses, advanced. Two deputy leaders and three masked strongmen, their imposing aura causing Lin Feng to feel suffocated.

So powerful. All five of them were at the seventh level of the Lingwu Realm, without exception.

With solemn gazes, Lin Feng's eyes gradually turned gray, his merciless pupils reappearing.

The feeling of controlling everything surged once again. Every movement in the surrounding space was clearly reflected in his mind.

Facing five seventh-level Lingwu Realm powerhouses, Lin Feng was not careless at all. Only endless fighting spirit surged within him.

The yellow earth around him stirred slightly, the armor he wore rustling. With a sword in hand, he seemed like a war god descending. Even against five seventh-level Lingwu Realm powerhouses, he did not flinch.

To achieve the highest level of martial arts, one must have the determination and will to destroy everything. Since he possessed the strength to fight against seventh-level opponents, even against five, he could not retreat. Only those who dared to fight against heaven, earth, and destiny with unyielding perseverance could become powerful martial cultivators who dominated the world.

Fearless, dauntless, selfless; only then could one achieve supremacy.

Feeling the surging battle intent emanating from Lin Feng, the five powerhouses on horseback also showed a hint of vigilance in their eyes.

One blow had killed Hu Qiong, they couldn't afford to let Lin Feng find another opportunity.

"Injure him first, show no mercy, as long as he doesn't die."

The deputy leader behind them coldly ordered. The warhorses galloped forward, unleashing five attacks simultaneously.

Lin Feng's body moved lightly, drifting back like a shadow. Then, a loud rumble resounded as the yellow earth exploded.

But just at that moment, Lin Feng's body suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"This isn't right!"

The five men's eyes narrowed, seeing a faint light ahead, seeming like a ghostly shadow. At the same time, an extremely dangerous feeling arose.

"Boom!"

Ignoring everything else, the five men's faces sank, launching another attack towards the shadow. Chaos erupted in the space.

"Shadow, Strike!"

A faint voice sounded, blood splattered in the air as a shadow swept past two warhorses. Then, the shadow gradually became clearer, revealing Lin Feng's figure.

Two of the warhorses directly collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The second move of the Earth-ranked martial skill, Cross Shadow Kill Technique, Shadow Strike. Transforming into a shadow, elusive and unpredictable, this move, not even mastered by Grandmaster Kong in his prime, was barely executable by Lin Feng in his state of releasing his martial spirit, although not perfect. His body turned into an intermittently visible shadow, difficult to track, allowing him to instantly kill two opponents whose cultivation levels were higher than his.

Of course, Lin Feng also paid a huge price.

Coughing lightly, strands of blood dripped from the corners of Lin Feng's mouth onto the yellow earth. His use of Shadow Strike was still imperfect, unable to completely transform into a shadow. Many of the attacks from the five opponents had landed on him. In order to kill the two men first, Lin Feng had forcefully withstood their powerful blows.

At this moment, Lin Feng felt like his internal organs were churning.

"Lin Feng."

Duan Xinye looked at Lin Feng, her eyes slightly red. Why did Lin Feng come to save her? Such a formidable lineup was waiting for him. How could Lin Feng succeed?

"Bastard!"

Only hearing the deputy leader who hadn't acted yet angrily shout, his body leaping directly off his warhorse, a powerful palm striking towards Lin Feng.

Sensing everything outside, Lin Feng's right palm struck the ground, his body rebounding, swiftly retreating. However, the overbearing palm print stirred up a gale, and the palm force still landed on Lin Feng, causing another spurt of blood from his mouth. Lin Feng propped himself up with one hand, his face pale.

Lingwu Realm, eighth level!

The deputy leader who gave the order this time was also the most powerful deputy leader, his strength reaching the eighth level of the Lingwu Realm.

"Kill my brothers, die."

The man still refused to relent, stomping the ground, causing the earth to tremble. His body pounced forward like the wind, another palm strike directly aimed at Lin Feng.

"Boom!"

Lin Feng's body retreated again, his injuries worsening. He had already been injured just now, and now, facing the palm strikes of an eighth-level Lingwu Realm cultivator, his injuries deepened.

"Lin Feng, I want you dead."

The deputy leader emitted a strong killing intent, stepping towards Lin Feng.

"It seems that the prince wants you to capture Lin Feng alive. If you kill him, wouldn't that be against the prince's orders?"

The masked figure who had been silent all along spoke indifferently, causing the deputy leader to pause, then coldly said, "He killed two of my brothers. Even if I don't kill him, I'll break his arms."

"Break my arms!"

Lin Feng lifted his head, his cold, merciless pupils still firm, standing up, his endless fighting spirit not destroyed, raging once again.

With a thought, a vast expanse of ice and snow appeared behind Lin Feng, as if the entire world was freezing. The temperature of the surrounding space suddenly dropped.

Sword Intentions permeated the air, with sharpness and coldness.

Seeing this scene, the crowd couldn't help but tremble inwardly. Lin Feng could still emanate such formidable fighting spirit; his willpower was incredibly resilient.

Taking a step forward with apparent calmness, but with each step, Lin Feng's fighting spirit seemed to ignite like a blazing fire, burning even amidst the chilling frost.

The deputy leader's mind tensed, his gaze narrowed. Lin Feng's step seemed dangerous. It felt as though, with each movement, he merged with the grandeur of heaven and earth, ready to vanquish anyone obstructing his path.

This was courage, willpower, burning passion, fearless determination, and the aspiration to obliterate all obstacles and reach the pinnacle.

"Attack!"

Lin Feng's lips uttered a low shout. This time, he didn't use his sword; instead, he transformed his finger into a blade. His finger seemed like a sword, containing both sharpness and subtle intent.

With this finger pointed out, the space emitted a piercing sound as if it were about to be pierced through.

"Boom!"

The deputy leader's martial soul emerged, a barbaric beast, a giant ape martial soul, possessing boundless strength and defense like a mountain.

Facing Lin Feng's extreme danger at this moment, he, at the eighth level of the Lingwu Realm, even displayed all his strength. His palm, akin to a mountain collapsing, struck directly towards Lin Feng.

"Boom! Boom!"

The earth shook violently, a hurricane whirling between the two. The yellow soil rolled and billowed.

"Again." Just as Lin Feng was shaken back, he didn't even bother wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth. He stepped forward again, his sword intent, ice-cold intent, and fighting spirit, boundless and endless.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ground collapsed, a deep crevice splitting open. Lin Feng was once again pushed back, blood continuously trickling from the corner of his mouth, making Duan Xinye unable to bear watching him.

However, at this moment, Lin Feng's aura was constantly rising. Those several intents seemed to be subtly merging into one.

His fearless battle intent also transformed into the majestic grandeur of heaven and earth.