Chapter 144：Shadow Kill

Brother? 

The old man and others in the prison heard Lin Feng's words and were momentarily stunned. Then their eyes narrowed slightly and a cold light flickered. 

Lin Feng knew Wu Xiu, the slave, and had a very close relationship with him. 

Watching Lin Feng approaching step by step, the old man's body moved aside to block Lin Feng's way. He said, "Regardless of your previous relationship, now he has been branded as a slave. He is a slave." 

"If I branded you with a slave mark on your face, would you then be a slave too?" 

Lin Feng's expression was icy cold, causing the elder to narrow his gaze. Then he sneered coldly, "Do you want to die?" 

"Even before I die, I will kill you all first." 

Lin Feng said coldly, "The icy aura is rushing out frantically, heading towards the old man." 

"Humph, overreaching oneself!" 

The elder sneered coldly, his body trembling slightly. Immediately, his figure transformed into a whirlwind, instantly breaking through the icy air current and arriving in front of Lin Feng. With a wave of his hand, like a gust of wind or a shadow, he delivered a powerful blow. 

"Draw your sword!" 

A dazzling bluish-white light emerged in the icy cold air. Lin Feng drew his soft sword. The force of the explosion was extremely powerful. Sword drawing technique - one strike for sure death. 

However, the elder simply dismissed Lin Feng's sword drawing technique. With a casual and effortless palm strike, he vanished and reappeared in an instant, gliding through the gap between the swords and landing on Lin Feng's body in an instant. 

"Puff!" 

Lin Feng's body trembled violently. Blood spurted from the corner of his mouth and directly hit the prison cell wall. 

"Sevenfold!" 

Everyone's gaze flickered. This old man's power should be at the level of the Seventh Stage of the Lingwu Sect. But Lin Feng, he was only at the Fourth Stage of the Lingwu Sect. The gap was too wide. Lin Feng was no match at all. He couldn't even withstand one attack. 

However, under their astonished gazes, Lin Feng lifted his feet and continued to step forward towards the old man, his gaze remaining cold and resolute. 

Inside the prison cell, there was an overwhelming sense of coldness and desolation. 

"You have decent skills and could have had a promising future. But you chose to take your own life. So I'll have to let you go." 

The elder saw Lin Feng approaching again and immediately gave a cold smile: "A cultivator of the Spirit-Defending Realm at the fourth stage of cultivation cannot possibly withstand my palm strike. As for killing me, it's just a delusion of a fool." 

"Why bother to kill him? Instead, tattoo him with the mark of slavery, domesticate him as a slave beast, and make him a slave here. Wouldn't that be better?" 

At this moment, Bai Ze, the cold-blooded one beside him, said, making the elder stunned. Then he smiled: "Young Master has a brilliant idea. This person is even stronger than a brute beast, and his murderous aura is even more intense. If he is domesticated into a beast, he will surely be very powerful." 

"Meaning." 

"Exactly so." Bai Ze's face was gloomy as he stared at Lin Feng. This was his own doing. 

However, Lin Feng didn't even glance at him. His steps remained steady and he moved forward step by step, with a strong sense of desolation. 

"Ho!" Han Man let out a roar from his throat, like a beast's cry. His body was also trembling wildly, but that middle-aged man still firmly bound him with chains, preventing him from escaping. 

Another palm strike was delivered. Blood was flying in the air. Lin Feng's body collided with the prison cell again, causing it to tremble slightly. 

Just as the elder said, Lin Feng is only at the level of the fourth stage of the Spirit-Defender Realm. Even if he has a strong talent, he is still no match for the elder who has reached the seventh stage of the Spirit-Defender Realm. He couldn't even withstand one attack. 

The seventh stage of the Lingwu Realm is already considered a powerful being within the Lingwu Realm. 

Watching Lin Feng's body being knocked away by blows again and again, Liu Fei and others had all stood up and were about to head towards the prison cell. 

"Wait a moment." 

Yuan Aoxue blocked their way with her body, preventing them from moving forward. 

"Move aside." Liu Fei said coldly and sternly, causing Jian Aohua to smile bitterly. 

"Even Lin Feng is no match for you guys. Going there won't save you from certain death." 

"Move aside." Liu Fei ignored the words from Zhao Aoxue and her voice remained cold. 

"I'll go." asked Ao Xue, shaking his head. His body moved with a flash, transforming into a white phantom and arriving outside the prison cell in an instant. However, instead of entering the prison cell to rescue Lin Feng, he stood outside the cell. 

Inside the cave, he had a feeling that Lin Feng, the man, wasn't going to be killed so easily. 

However, seeing Lin Feng being knocked away time and again, only to come back and ask about Ao Xue's well-being, her heart was touched. For a friend, this guy would do anything, even risk his life. 

Bofeng was equally startled. The face marked with the slave brand glowed with an unusual light. To do such a thing for a friend was enough to earn respect from anyone. 

Lin Feng walked forward slowly. His black eyes were cold and heartless, devoid of any color. In his heart, there was only the desire for destruction. 

"Kill!" 

A cold and ruthless shout burst from Lin Feng's mouth. The Death Sword danced, carrying a greyish death aura, sweeping out. 

"Is this the limit?" 

The elder gave a cold chuckle, then waved his hands. Wind palm seals spread out all over the sky. The death energy was constantly being blown away. Lin Feng's sword was also erratic. 

However, just at this moment, a cold light pierced through everything and rushed towards the old man. Lin Feng, he actually threw away his sword and directly threw the sword in his hand outwards, aiming it at the old man. 

"Is it useful?" 

The old man's lips curled into a hint of disdain. 

Both palms shot out simultaneously, and a myriad of palm shadows emerged, as elusive as the wind. When the sword reached the old man's position, it suddenly stopped and froze right in front of him. 

"Go!" 

The old man gave a loud shout and his long sword flew off in the distance. At this moment, Lin Feng had already reached in front of him and his palm transformed into a sword, slashing at the old man. 

"Seeking one's own doom." 

The old man's lips curled into a sneer. His palm trembled slightly, and the sword energy vanished. His palm also landed on Lin Feng's body. A large amount of bright red blood flowed out continuously from Lin Feng's mouth. 

Lin Feng clasped his hands together. Instead of retreating, he firmly grasped the old man's hands, causing the gazes of the crowd to quiver once again. 

"What does he want to do?" 

Lin Feng's behavior is tantamount to seeking one's own death. 

Sure enough, the old man's palm trembled and moved around Lin Feng's chest. On Lin Feng's chest, a huge bloody handprint appeared, grotesque and terrifying. 

Lin Feng's hand remained unrelaxed and still clutched the old man's palm tightly. 

The gazes of the crowd were all fixed on Lin Feng's palm. Such a ruthless person, yet he still wouldn't let go. Lin Feng, could it be that he really wants to take his own life? 

Han Man was trampled underfoot, his whole body was swollen and red, and his heavy breathing was constantly spewing out of his mouth. 

Under Han Man's body, the dust began to stir, the earth trembled slightly, and his bloodshot eyes gradually changed color. 

The color of the earth yellow, Han Man's eyes, gradually changed from blood red to earth yellow, like the earth itself. However, this earth yellow still carried an overwhelming and bone-chilling hatred. 

"Roar!" 

A wild roar like that of a wild beast burst from Han Man's mouth. It seemed as if a hurricane had swept across the sky. On the ground, the yellow sand was surging ceaselessly, covering Han Man's body with a layer of yellowish hue. 

Sand. 

Han Man's middle-aged complexion slightly changed. At this moment, his heart couldn't help but start beating. 

"What's going on?" 

The middle-aged man gazed at the roaring yellow sand of the desert, his eyes frozen in that scene. 

Just at this moment, an extremely powerful force emanated from beneath him, accompanied by a continuous rumbling and cracking sound. The iron chain lock began to break apart inch by inch. 

The old man who was fighting Lin Feng in the middle of the room also noticed the abnormality here. He glanced in this direction and his eyes slightly narrowed. 

"Huh?" 

The elder's eyes flashed a trace of astonishment. However, at this moment, a sense of danger came, causing a twitch in the corner of his eyes and his gaze instantly shifting. 

"Ten'ou!" 

In Lin Feng's grey and heartless eyes, a brilliant and dazzling light suddenly burst forth, as bright and dazzling as the sun. 

Takamado, the ability that emerged when Tachibana's Spirit Soul was awakened, an ability that Lin Feng had never used before, was now being utilized for the first time. 

The aged man who had just turned his eyes slightly felt his gaze waver. He closed his eyes for a moment, and a strong sense of impending danger came over him. His body tensed up. His palm suddenly exerted force, attempting to shake off Lin Feng's body with his palm, but Lin Feng's hand... 

Still, she held him tightly, allowing the palm force to rage within her body. 

The old man's body vanished away gracefully, like a gust of wind, pulling Lin Feng along with it, drifting aimlessly. 

"Deadly Shadow - Kill!" 

A deep voice issued from Lin Feng's mouth. The figure of the old man, like a gust of wind, transformed into a distinct trajectory. Under the gaze of Tatsuhime's eyes, he was nowhere to be hidden. 

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's body transformed into a shadow. 

A strange and eerie glimmer burst forth, and drops of crimson blood fell to the air. 

"Remnant!" 

The crowd shuddered. At that moment, both Lin Feng and the old man's bodies froze there. However, Lin Feng's figure gradually vanished into nothingness. That was - a ghostly shadow! 

"Your strength is inferior, but that doesn't mean I can't kill you!" 

A cold and indifferent voice rang out in the silent space. The old man's throat convulsed slightly, and blood spurted wildly. His body slowly fell down!