Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 403 Lin Feng VS 5 Great Masters

Zhang Hongwen's eyes turned slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something important, and he said slowly: "That Lin Feng, I heard that he can absorb the power of heaven and earth. Such talent is rare in a thousand years. Who is this kid and how can he have such an adventure?" There was a hint of curiosity and vigilance in his eyes, as if he was talking about an unknown variable hidden in the dark, which might disrupt everything they carefully planned.

Zhang Shengli nodded slightly, a flicker of jealousy and resentment in his eyes. "Indeed, that incomplete manual doesn't even mention it, yet he's able to comprehend such a divine skill. It's truly puzzling. Lin Feng's appearance is like an unexpected stone dropped into our previously tranquil lake, creating ripples." His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes revealing a mixture of fear and curiosity about Lin Feng. He vowed to himself that he would uncover Lin Feng's secrets and never let him become a stumbling block to his progress.

Zhang Yuqian's face was filled with a complex expression, a mixture of admiration for Lin Feng's talent and a sense of loss and resentment that after centuries of practice, he still couldn't match a junior. He spoke slowly, "I've studied this secret manual for hundreds of years, day and night, to reach this level. I never imagined this young man could surpass me. The world is truly unpredictable." A hint of desolation lingered in his eyes as he gazed at the tranquil lake, as if he saw within it the figure he had sought for centuries, yet could never reach. That figure loomed in the water, like a shattered dream in his heart.

A flicker of determination flashed in Zhang Shengli's eyes. He said, "Don't worry, Ancestor. I will keep a close eye on Lin Feng's every move. This boy may hold the key to our path to godhood. We must not miss a single clue. I will do everything in my power to uncover his secrets and use them for our cause." His eyes were filled with determination and greed, as if he saw Lin Feng as his only hope for reaching the divine realm. He was already plotting how to approach Lin Feng and obtain his secrets.

Zhang Yuqian nodded slightly in agreement. A brief silence then fell upon everyone, broken only by the occasional gentle sway of the floating boats on the lake. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting patches of light across the lake. These flickered with the undulations of the water, as if they too were uneasy about the impending conflict.

Zhang Shengli took a deep breath, forcing himself to suppress the turmoil in his heart. He picked up his fishing rod again and continued fishing with the other elders. His movements were slightly stiff, but his mind was already wandering far away. He was thinking about how to spread this news to attract the attention of the five major sects and the Demon Sect; he was imagining how Lin Feng would react upon learning of this news; he was calculating how much he could gain from this conspiracy.

Time slipped slowly in this tranquil atmosphere, like an invisible river flowing silently. After a long moment, Zhang Shengli slowly rose and bowed to the elders, bidding them farewell. His figure gradually faded away, disappearing into this mysterious underground world. The remaining elders continued to sit quietly by the lake, their faces as stern and calm as stone sculptures.

Ten miles outside Beixuan City, a dense forest, usually tranquil and peaceful, a haven for birds and beasts, was now a raging battlefield. True Qi stagnated within, transforming into tangible streams that, like uncontrolled dragons, raged through the trees. Swords clashed, their sharp auras ripping the air with a sharp whistling sound. Wherever they touched, the massive mountaintops split open like fragile tofu, their fractures jagged and shattered, sending plumes of rubble soaring into the sky. Fists whistled past, seemingly carrying immense force, as they slammed into the towering boulder. Instantly, with a dull roar, the boulder shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions like hidden weapons, shredding branches and leaves, which swirled and fell through the air.

At the heart of the battlefield, Lin Feng stood tall, like a majestic pine tree standing proudly amidst the raging wind. He gripped the Star Blade tightly in both hands. The blade, a deep, dark aura, faintly shimmered with stars, seemed to whisper ancient secrets. He was now enveloped in a strange armor, forged from the fusion of zhenqi and the power of heaven and earth. It emanated a faint blue light, a hazy azure glow that seemed to isolate him from the raging battlefield, creating a world of his own. However, his expression was solemn, his eyes revealing a look of seriousness and vigilance. Beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks, dripping onto the cracked earth beneath his feet, instantly obscured by the rising dust.

Surrounding Lin Feng were several grand masters who had already appeared in Jinyan City.

Jiang Cheng, the Sixth Elder of the Sun and Moon Sect, wore a moon-white robe that danced in the wind, his sleeves fluttering like an immortal. Yet, his expression was cold as ice, his eyes gleaming with icy brilliance. His sword pointed obliquely at Lin Feng, its blade gleaming with a chilling glare, like a meteor in the dark night, as if it were about to streak through the air and take the enemy's head.

Chang Jihou, the Seventh Elder of the White Dragon Cult, was a towering figure, like a towering iron tower. His face, as stern as rock hewn by a knife and an axe, radiated an unyielding resolve. He gripped the white spear tightly in his hand, its tip gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight, as if expressing a thirst for blood.

Zuo Lun, the patriarch of the Zuo family in the capital, had eyes as deep as the ocean, unfathomable yet revealing an innate majesty. He wielded a massive axe, its blade broad and heavy, engraved with mysterious, ancient patterns. Each pattern seemed to hold the power of time. With his movements, the axe trembled slightly, like a giant beast about to awaken.

Guan Jinsong, the Sixth Elder of the Nine Emperors Pavilion, stood shirtless, his tanned skin gleaming in the sunlight. His chest was broad, his muscles bulging, his four toned abdominal muscles aligned like stone slabs. His four phoenix tattoos were vivid, as if ready to break free from their skin and take flight. His fists were clenched, his knuckles white with effort, and every muscle was tense, like a bowstring ready to be released.

Duan Yin, the headmaster of the Duan family in the capital, was a female Grandmaster, possessing a stunning beauty that made her appear as young as twenty, her skin whiter than snow, delicate and delicate as a baby's. Her features were exquisitely beautiful, yet shone with an icy chill, like a snow lotus on a cold night. The long whip in her hand was like a nimble venomous snake, hissing as she gently swung it, as if to taunt her enemies.