Lin Feng's right arm trembled slightly as he gathered his internal energy.
The air thickened—then a colossal dragon of golden qi roared into existence behind him, its scales shimmering with destructive power.
ROAR!
The shockwave shook the mountains.
"Dragon Fist!" Lin Feng shouted, thrusting his fist forward.
Bang!
The dragon's massive claws crashed into the Ouyang Family disciples.
"Die!"
The explosion sent them flying backward over thirty kilometers, smashing through cliffs and forests.
Before they could stabilize their breathing, Lin Feng's figure flickered through the air. He was already upon them again.
"Dragon Fist—Second Strike!"
His qi spiraled, compressing into his right fist like a vortex of molten steel.
"Great Fist of Devastation!" one of the disciples roared, meeting the attack head-on.
The two fists collided.
BOOM!
The impact cracked the earth open, flames of residual energy erupting from the crater. Lin Feng was blasted backward, his arm bleeding and bones creaking from the recoil—but one of the Ouyang disciples had his chest caved in, his eyes lifeless before he hit the ground.
"He… he killed one of us!"
"Damn it! How long until the Tenth Elder arrives?"
"He'll be here within a few breaths! Tire him out!"
Lin Feng steadied his stance, his breathing sharp and rhythmic. Qi swirled around his dantian and surged through his meridians like a roaring river.
"Come, then!"
He lunged forward again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The battle became a blur of motion—fists, blades, and shockwaves colliding a hundred times in mere seconds. Stone peaks shattered like sand under their strikes.
At the final exchange, Lin Feng's sword flickered once more—
Hiss!
Another Ouyang disciple fell, split from shoulder to hip.
And then… the world trembled.
A vast and oppressive aura descended from the heavens.
BOOM!
Wind exploded outward as a middle-aged man appeared midair, his presence suffocating.
"Ha-ha… the Tenth Elder has arrived! Lin Feng, you're dead!"
The man's cold eyes scanned the field. "Who is Lin Feng?"
Lin Feng frowned deeply. His spiritual sense failed to gauge the man's cultivation.
So deep… I can't see through him.
"That's him, Tenth Elder! Kill him!" the surviving disciples shouted.
"I see."
The Tenth Elder raised a hand, and a terrifying aura burst from his body like a tsunami. The ground sank beneath his feet.
Lin Feng's pupils shrank.
"Legend Realm… He's a Legend Realm expert!"
Murmurs erupted among the onlookers.
"The Ouyang Family brought a Legend Realm to kill Lin Feng!"
"So shameless!"
Lin Feng tried to move—his muscles strained—but his body was frozen in place. The surrounding space had been completely sealed by the Elder's domain. His qi circulation slowed as if caught in quicksand.
"Is this… how I die?" Lin Feng muttered, despair flickering in his eyes. "Master… save me…"
The Tenth Elder's sword gleamed, descending toward Lin Feng's head.
Then
BOOM!
The air rippled violently. The Tenth Elder's body exploded into fragments of blood and qi, scattering into the wind.
Gasps erupted everywhere.
"What just happened?!"
"Did Lin Feng do that?"
"Impossible!"
An old voice resonated through the battlefield.
"You people of the Ouyang Family have grown bold. What gives you the right to try and kill my disciple?"
An old man with snow-white hair and wrinkled skin appeared in the sky, his eyes sharp enough to pierce souls.
"Master!" Lin Feng exhaled in relief, eyes bright with respect and gratitude.
A cold snort echoed as another old man materialized opposite him.
"Hmph! And what gives your disciple the right to kill members of my Jiang Family?"
Lin Feng's master smiled faintly. "Old Man Jiang, I didn't expect you to crawl out from your cave."
Two more auras descended.
"Isn't that the Patriarchs of the Jiang and Duan Families?!"
"And the Sect Master of the Martial Sect… and the Ouyang Patriarch too!"
"What's happening?!"
The sky was filled with powerhouses, their auras intertwining and distorting the air.
"Old man," the Ouyang Patriarch growled, "hand over your disciple."
Lin Feng's master stepped forward calmly.
"Why don't you come take him… if you have the strength."
At that moment, another presence arrived—sharp and dignified.
The Sect Master of the Sword Sovereign Sect.
He looked around, stunned.
Lin Feng… what have you done to make all these ancient monsters appear?
"Old man of the Sword Sovereign Sect," the Martial Sect Master spoke, "your disciple has killed far too many people today. He cannot go unpunished."
"If they had the strength, they wouldn't have died," Lin Feng's master replied coldly. "They came looking for him, not the other way around."
"That doesn't matter," the Ouyang Patriarch said darkly. "He must be punished."
Lin Feng's master narrowed his eyes. "And what punishment do you propose?"
"His cultivation should be crippled."
"Hmph. Why don't I cripple yours instead?"
Before the argument could escalate, Lin Feng stepped forward.
"Wait. I want to say something."
All four patriarchs turned their gazes toward him.
"Speak."
Lin Feng's voice was calm but sharp as a blade.
"You all sent your disciples—Heaven Realm experts—to kill a mere Xiantian Realm cultivator like me. Isn't that a shame to your so-called noble families? You came for my life, yet now that they lie dead, I'm the one to be punished? I should be the one seeking justice—and compensation."
Lin Feng's master smirked proudly. "That's my disciple. Tell me, is that not a shame upon you?"
Whispers rippled through the crowd.
"He's right. They sent high-realm cultivators to kill someone far weaker. How disgraceful."
"I don't care who's right," the Ouyang Patriarch snapped. "He must still be punished."
"Yes," the Martial Sect Master added. "If not, there will be war."
Lin Feng's master's eyes darkened. "You'd start a war over your own incompetence?"
He paused, then said coolly, "Fine. He'll be imprisoned for three months."
"That's not enough!" the Jiang Patriarch barked.
"If you want more than that," Lin Feng's master said, his qi flaring slightly, "then forget it."
The four old men exchanged glances—then snorted in unison.
"Hmph. You win this time."
They turned and vanished one after another, their auras fading into the distance.
The Sword Sovereign Sect Master let out a quiet sigh. "So… the matter is settled just like that."