Chapter 141：Slave Mark

"Let me take care of this scuffle!" 

Lin Feng's voice was not very loud, but it was very clear and loud enough for everyone to hear distinctly. 

The crowd turned their gazes towards Lin Feng. There was a hint of surprise in their eyes. What an innocent-looking young man! How could he be challenging the Scorpion Tiger to a fight? 

It can be said that every person who stepped into the prison to engage in a fight was not weak in strength. They did not dare to play with their lives lightly. Only when they were truly confident would they do it. But even so, twenty-eight people still died at the hands of the Scorpion Tiger. From this, it can be seen how powerful the Scorpion Tiger is. 

For a cultivator of the Spirit-Defender Realm who has reached the fourth level of cultivation, it is extremely difficult to defeat the Scorpion-Horned Tiger. 

As for those below the fourth layer of the Lingwu Realm, they don't even need to be considered. That's why the other party dared to set such an exorbitant price of one hundred medium-grade Yuanstones. It's impossible for anyone to obtain them. 

When Bai Ze and others saw Lin Feng stand up, they all gave a hint of a cold smile. It seemed that another disciple of the Celestial Realm was going to die in the Prison Arena. 

"Alas! Those who wish to witness the humiliation of the Black Demon by others will probably be disappointed." 

The man in yellow gave a cold chuckle. "Lin Feng, you actually want to fight against the Scorpion Tiger? You're asking for trouble!" 

"Untouchables are just untouchables. For a mere yuan stone, they would even give up their lives. But that pitiful wretch is not worth much either." 

Lin Feng's gaze shifted, his eyes landing on the young man in yellow. A hint of amusement flickered in his gaze. 

"Jail Arena allows for confrontations between prisoners. They provide the cells. Do you want to give it a try with me?" 

Lin Feng's voice was as loud as that of the young man in yellow. The words of the young man in yellow were heard by many people, and so were Lin Feng's words. 

His face turned slightly pale and the young man in yellow did not reply. 

"Fight when not supposed to fight? What nonsense are you making up there? You're a waste of space. Apart from being able to talk big, what else do you have to offer?" 

Lin Feng's tone carried a strong sense of irony, causing the young man in yellow to fix his gaze there. Feeling the strange glances from around him, he even felt a chill running through his body. His gaze was cold and he stared at Lin Feng intently. 

"Taking one's own humiliation!" 

Xiao Yueshan asked with a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Her voice was particularly harsh. 

Not bothering to respond to the other person any more, Lin Feng lifted his feet and walked up to the old man by the prison gate. 

The old man immediately opened the prison door and let Lin Feng enter. 

Lin Feng stepped into the prison door and immediately felt a sense of oppression, as if he was trapped in a cage. This feeling was very uncomfortable. 

When Xichehu saw Lin Feng walking in, he immediately let out a low growl. 

The spirit demons have developed intelligence. They are quite clear about who their enemies are and also know that as long as they don't kill Lin Feng, it will be them who will die. 

The small eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a sharp glint of cold light. The body of the scorpion-like tiger slowly began to crawl towards Lin Feng. 

Lin Feng calmly strode towards Xi Zihu, his steps steady and unhurried, his gaze calm and composed, showing no sign of nervousness at all. 

Just at this moment, the huge body of the Scorpion Tiger suddenly leaped up and charged towards Lin Feng. Compared with its previous sluggish movement, its speed now was much faster, by no means the same as before. 

"Eightfold Palm!" 

Lin Feng's hands trembled. Instantly, palm prints spread all over the place, roaring out. With his abnormal comprehension of martial arts, a casual strike from Lin Feng was enough to kill an ordinary person at the level of Spirit Martial Realm, Fourth Stage. 

When the scorpion-hawk saw the countless palm-prints approaching, it neither dodged nor evaded. The cold, sharp sickle claws were cutting into the palm-prints, and they had actually broken many of them open directly, with an incomparably sharp edge. 

Of course, the Eightfold Palm Technique and the Eightfold Palm Impressions spread throughout the entire Ninefold Realm. The Scorpion Tiger could not possibly break through all of them. There were still many palm impressions hitting it, causing the Scorpion Tiger to let out several low growls. Its massive body also fell to the ground. But what surprised Lin Feng was that, despite being directly attacked by the Eightfold Palm Technique, the Scorpion Tiger did not suffer the slightest injury. 

"Sure enough, it's a rather abnormal defense." 

Lin Feng murmured to himself, "No wonder he was able to eliminate twenty-eight martial cultivators." 

A deep growl came from the mouth of the scorpion tiger. Its small eyes became even colder. Its body trembled and its huge body lunged at Lin Feng again. 

This time Lin Feng didn't use the Eightfold Palm Technique. Instead, he raised his palm. Immediately, the white sword qi swayed in his palm, and a sword momentum directly locked the body of the Scorpion Tiger. 

"Roar..." 

Perceiving this sharp sword attack, the scorpion tiger let out a deafening roar in the air. Its sickle-shaped claws, like sharp blades, sliced towards Lin Feng's head. 

If hit, Lin Feng's body would be instantly cut open and split in two. 

At this moment, one could see Lin Feng's footsteps slightly shifted, his body swayed to the side, so that his body would not be completely within the attack range of the scorpion tiger. At this time, his palm slowly rose up and headed towards the scorpion tiger's sickle-like claws. 

"What is he doing?" 

"Using the palm to strike at the sharp claws of the scorpion-like creature? This guy is crazy. He's doomed." 

The crowd's expressions became solemn upon seeing this scene. Many of them had witnessed the battle between the Scorpion Tiger and the Scorpion Dragon. Many were directly disemboweled by the Scorpion Tiger's sickle-like claws and sharp claws. Those claws were even sharper than swords. 

At this moment, Lin Feng's palm finally collided with the scythe-like claws of the Scorpion Tiger. The flickering sword qi burst into a brilliant white light. 

What shocked the crowd was that Lin Feng's palm remained unharmed, while the scorpion-like creature let out a deep, guttural roar, as if in great pain. 

"How could it be? His palm, how could it be sharper than the fangs of a scorpion?" 

The crowd's gaze jerked and they showed expressions of disbelief. 

At this moment, Lin Feng's body moved forward and closed in closely, as if he was going to engage in a close combat with the demon beast Xiaohu. He delivered another palm strike, directly aiming at Xiaohu. It was as fast as lightning and as swift as thunder. 

"Snap!" 

A cracking sound of bones was heard. Brownish blood splattered everywhere. On the back of the scorpion tiger, there appeared a deep bloodstain. It was cut open by Lin Feng's palm. 

"Such terrifying palm power! That flickering white light is the essence of the sword, sharper than the sword itself!" 

The crowd stared in shock at Lin Feng. This young man was truly terrifying. Previously, as a cultivator of the Spirit Martial Realm at the fourth stage, he had tried every possible means but still couldn't break through the defense of the Scorpion Tiger. However, Lin Feng managed to do it effortlessly. 

From the stands, Bai Ze and the young man in yellow and others also fixed their gazes on that spot. Their expressions were grim, clearly not expecting that Lin Feng was so powerful. 

"Sure enough, he actually concealed his strength on that day!" 

His white eyes twitched. He realized that he was rather ridiculous. On that day, he kept calling Lin Feng "barbarian" and looked down upon him. But now he found that Lin Feng's achievements in martial arts were far superior to his own. It was simply beyond his comprehension to be able to compete with him. 

Lin Feng naturally couldn't understand the thoughts of the crowd at this moment. His mind was completely focused on Xie Hu, or rather, on his palm. 

The sword posture, the sword intention and the sword energy are all integrated into one. His palm becomes a sword. Although it cannot be as terrifying as wielding a sword, its power is still extremely strong. 

Every time Lin Feng slashed his sword, a streak of blood would trail behind, leaving a mark on the body of the scorpion tiger. 

"Ah..." 

Not long after, the body of the Scorpion Tiger was already covered in blood and it let out a wild and furious roar. 

"I won't play with you anymore." 

Lin Feng's eyes flashed. His body moved closer again. Then, he raised his palm and struck down with all his might. A brilliant aura burst forth. On Lin Feng's palm, there was a sword of nothingness covering it. This sword cut down, and the head of the scorpion tiger was directly shattered from within. It instantly died. Everyone's gaze was fixed there. 

"Ah..." The crowd took a deep breath and murmured to themselves, "What an extraordinary skill! He just now was practicing swordsmanship with the scorpion tiger!" 

"You've won. Here's twenty pieces of Mid-grade Yuan stones." 

The old man walked into the prison cell and handed the yuan stone to Lin Feng. Lin Feng took it without any courtesy and immediately stepped out of the prison cell. 

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's gaze slightly glanced over to the adjacent prison cell. The battle between the slave warrior Wu Xiu and the other party had also come to an end. This time, it was the slave warrior Wu Xiu who was defeated and wiped out. 

Moreover, there is an iron door between these two prison cells. As long as this door is opened, the two cells will be connected together. 

After stepping out of the prison cell, Lin Feng felt a bit of relief. It was indeed a place that made one feel oppressed and uncomfortable. 

Returning to his seat, Lin Feng gave a brief glance at the group of young men in yellow clothes, and then sat down. 

In the arena, just now that old man had brought out another demonic beast. On the other side, there was also an old man, accompanied by a slave martial cultivator, who had come out. 

The slave Wu Xiu's disheveled hair was so messy that it completely covered his face. He was shackled on his feet and made a lot of noise while walking. 

When they were fighting, they were already at a disadvantage. 

When the slave warrior Wu Xiu raised his head, his disheveled hair slightly parted, revealing the slave brand on his face! 

Jun!!!