Chapter 042：Night Rain's Whisper

Lin Feng, who had released his Spirit Soul, might not even have realized how calm and confident he was at this moment. This feeling of control made him merely tilt his head slightly when the arrow shot towards him. Without an overwhelming confidence and an extremely calm state of mind, who could have achieved such a feat? When the arrow was flying through the air, he merely tilted his head slightly. If not for his extremely strong confidence and supreme calmness, no one could have done this. 

With a single step, the fleeting light vanished as Lin Feng's body instantly appeared in front of the crowd, preventing the opponent's arrows from taking effect. 

The long sword was swung with such precision that it was almost infuriating. Just as the martial cultivator Wu Xiu was about to dodge, he suddenly noticed a sword from beyond the sky coming straight at him, with no way to evade. In an instant, the sword cleaved him in two. 

"Release the spirit soul and kill him." Ran Lanhai shouted loudly. But his body retreated wildly. When Lin Feng came up to him, he felt a deep-seated fear in his heart. Especially when he saw those eyes that were as calm as could be, Ran Lanhai felt his soul trembling. 

Upon hearing Nalan Hai's words, everyone suddenly came to their senses and all kinds of martial spirit powers burst forth. The darkness suddenly became bright. 

Behind Lin Feng was a fellow who had a plant-based spirit soul called "Vines". This spirit soul could make the body extremely flexible. Moreover, when the power became strong enough, the spirit soul would solidify and even could be released to entangle the enemy, while the spirit user himself would become as soft as a feather and his body could assume any shape at will. 

This person made his move without making a sound, as if spreading out on the air like a vine. There was no trace of it. Seeing his hand about to reach Lin Feng, this person's face showed a sinister smile. 

Just as he was feeling proud and self-satisfied, a dazzling flash of light pierced his eyes, and immediately his life was swallowed up by the swordlight. 

A sword, reaching the extreme level of speed, precision and ruthlessness, without any superfluous movements, instantly decimates its target. 

After delivering this strike, Lin Feng did not stop his movements. The swordlight cut through the night, with blood splashing out. Another person fell to the ground in the darkness. 

At this moment, the eight and ninth level martial cultivators of the "Qi Wu" realm, who were already proficient in martial cultivation, couldn't withstand a single attack from Lin Feng's sword. Lin Feng's precise timing and swift speed of his sword strikes made it impossible for them to dodge at all. 

"Medium." A meteor hammer whizzed past Lin Feng's back, heading straight for his forehead. If this strike landed, Lin Feng would either die or lose his fighting ability. 

"Want to hide?" 

Just as Lin Feng was about to turn around, a long spear shot out from his front, with an extremely powerful force. It attacked from both front and back, and the timing was flawless. Lin Feng was doomed to die without a doubt. 

"Kill." 

Lin Feng gave a low whistle and his long sword flew out of his hand, piercing straight into the chest of the person in front of him. 

This person was rigidly standing still, staring blankly at the sword in his chest. He never imagined that at such a critical moment Lin Feng would dare to discard the sword. 

At the same time, in the Lingwu Realm, the ninth layer is extremely perilous. Although Lin Feng is indeed stronger than them, they are numerous. As long as one of them hits Lin Feng, Lin Feng will inevitably suffer serious injuries. And the price of such injuries is death. In such a perilous situation, how could he have imagined that Lin Feng would abandon his sword? 

His gaze was fixed firmly on Lin Feng. Before his death, he wanted to see how Lin Feng was hit by the meteor hammer. 

"Boom!" 

A deafening sound of blasting thundered out, the swordlight was even more brilliant than before. Before the meteor hammer could descend, the head of the user of the meteor hammer had already flown up, and in Lin Feng's hand, the soft sword was stained with blood. 

"Ah, I see." The man closed his eyes and collapsed onto the ground with a loud thud. 

At this moment, that head had just fallen from the sky. But the crowd suddenly stopped attacking. They all wondered that no one could withstand the dazzling sword strike just now. 

The Sword Drawing Technique: Once the sword is drawn, blood will gush out. The power generated at the moment of drawing the sword is beyond the ability of those at the level of the Nine Layers of Martial Power to counter. 

The crowd forgot to attack, but Lin Feng would not forget. One after another, brilliant lights burst forth. With each light's appearance, there would be blood as a backdrop. Not a single sword strike was wasted. Each strike would unleash its full power to the maximum. 

At this moment, Lin Feng had long forgotten about kindness. In his heart, apart from calmness, there was nothing but indifference. 

Nalan Hai watched as one after another of the powerful opponents fell. His body trembled uncontrollably. These were all formidable figures at the eighth and ninth levels of the Qi Wu realm. Even in the Lord Mayor's Mansion, they were a powerful force. But now, they were like straw, being ruthlessly slaughtered by Lin Feng with each step, killing one person at a time. 

What is it that makes Lin Feng's sword so lethal? Moreover, Lin Feng's eyes are so calm that they make Nan Lan Hai tremble with fear. When Lin Feng is immersed in killing, he seems to have transformed into a different person. 

The sound of the sword's howling grew louder and louder, drowning out the sound of the rain. In the space ahead, it seemed as if only the crisscrossing sword energy remained, nothing else. Moreover, this sword energy was still intensifying. 

"Escape." 

Nalan Hai came to his senses from the shock. In his mind, there remained only one thought: to stay away from this devil. 

Without any hesitation, Nanlanhai turned around and left. 

"Thinking of leaving now, don't you think it's a bit late?" The teasing voice sounded particularly harsh in the darkness. The sound of the sword's howl suddenly vanished without a trace, leaving only Lin Feng's footsteps echoing in the puddles. 

Nalan Hai's legs were stiff. Facing Lin Feng, he forced a smile that was even more grotesque than a cry. 

"Lin Feng, you know well that this matter has nothing to do with me. It was the young lady who wanted to kill you. I merely carried out my duty as instructed." 

"I know," Lin Feng nodded, causing Nalan Hai to feel a surge of hope in his heart, as if he had glimpsed a glimmer of hope. 

"Thus, a dog, if it kills someone, it's just killing someone. The death is not something to be lamented." Lin Feng's next words made Nalan Hai's body stiffen. Then he saw the last glimmer of brilliance in his life, the brilliance that swallowed him up. 

Looking at the fallen Nalan Hai, Lin Feng remained expressionless. He turned around and looked at the corpses lying on the ground one by one. Lin Feng lifted his feet and gradually walked towards the distance. 

"Nalan Feng." 

A low murmur came from afar, floating in the rain-soaked night. 

Lin Feng didn't know how long he had walked. He arrived at a dark and desolate wilderness. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the white hairpin-like hair was flickering and not extinguishing. The primordial qi of heaven and earth in Lin Feng's body had transformed into tangible luster, flowing through his body. At that moment when his dark spirit soul was quivering, Lin Feng already knew that he was about to break through. 

According to legend, the spirit soul (武魂) is a part of the soul of a martial artist. It has the ability to communicate with the spirit world. When the spirit soul is about to awaken according to the individual's destiny (本命觉醒), the martial artist can sense it. 

Lin Feng, sitting on the ground, frowned deeply. At this moment, he had a very peculiar feeling, an indescribable feeling, as if there was something summoning him from beyond. 

After a moment, a sharp pain like a tearing sensation came, making Lin Feng's heart race. He knew that the most dangerous moment had arrived. 

Only those with firm willpower can activate their soul arts through the Soul Art Awakening Ritual. This is a widely accepted truth across the continent. No one doubts it. Those with weak willpower cannot activate their soul arts through this ritual. 

The pain of being torn apart gradually became more intense. Lin Feng had a strange feeling as if someone was tearing apart his soul, splitting the complete soul into pieces. This pain of the soul being torn apart made Lin Feng bite his own lips instantly. Red blood was seeping out from between his lips. 

"Such intense pain! How could it be so painful?" Lin Feng still underestimated the pain he would have to endure when his Soul Realm was awakened. As a person who had lived through two lifetimes, compared to the injuries he had suffered before, the pain he was facing now was nothing compared to that. The pain of tearing one's soul apart, no one could describe it without experiencing it themselves. 

The rain gradually stopped. Lin Feng was still dripping wet all over. He couldn't tell whether it was rainwater or sweat. At this moment, he forgot everything and only knew that he had to endure that painful spot. 

"Ah..." A hoarse, guttural roar escaped Lin Feng's lips. The pain hadn't subsided yet, and a more terrifying spot of agony in his soul had struck him again. This made him wish to end his life right then and there. 

"If I can't bear this pain, my Spiritual Soul won't be able to carry out the Soul Rebirth. In this life, I will still have to endure being bullied by others, just like how my father and I were expelled from the clan, and Lin Qian and Nalan and others dared to kill me at will. Living like this in humiliation is better than not to live this life at all." 

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and persisted. His unwavering belief made him disregard the pain. No one could stop his determination to become stronger. Not even fate could do that. 

The pain couldn't erode Lin Feng's strong willpower. It seemed as if it could subside at any moment. Lin Feng's tense heart also felt a slight relaxation. The awakening of his soul spirit should be fine, right? 

"Squish... Ah!" 

A heart-rending cry rang out. Lin Feng suddenly shuddered all over. Another searing pain, even more agonizing than the previous one, came, making Lin Feng close his eyes in agony and have blood oozing from all seven orifices. 

"Damn it, God! I... damn it!" Lin Feng blurted out a few words, his body trembled, and then he fell straight down, unconscious.