Free Web NovelChapter 1398: Chapter 910_2
"Is he Lin Feng?"
"Just a Martial Emperor at the Sixth Layer of cultivation!"
"Haha, so this is the top of the True Saint List, nothing special!"
"I could crush him with a flip of my hand!"
A group of Witch Clan geniuses followed Wu Renwang’s gaze and saw Lin Feng, many spoke with disdainful expressions.
The Witch Clan geniuses from the Tianming Star branch hated Lin Feng, while those from other branches and the main line held no animosity.
However, before they came, Wu Lun the High Priest had instructed them to kill Lin Feng, their enemy, in the True Saint Realm, and they naturally did not refuse. freeweɓnøvel.com
"Everyone, leave Lin Feng to me. You need not intervene!" Wu Renwang took a deep breath, suppressing the killing intent in his heart, and said to the others.
Ridiculous, Lin Feng possessed the secret of plundering the bloodline on him; he certainly couldn’t let others kill Lin Feng.
Wu Renwang hadn’t told anyone about this secret on Lin Feng, nor did anyone know that his own bloodline power had significantly diminished.
This was his chance to capture Lin Feng and obtain the secret.
As long as he could get this secret, he could seize others’ bloodlines, and both talent and strength would soar dramatically.
Just the thought of it made Wu Renwang’s heart race.
"Wu Renwang, I heard you once lost to Lin Feng; can you handle it?" A talented genius from the main line of the Witch Clan teased.
The fact that Wu Renwang once lost to Wu Chen had spread among the other branches; rumors said Lin Feng snuck into Tianming Star, transformed into Wu Chen, and defeated Wu Renwang.
"Humph! That was a battle of the same tier; now I can crush him effortlessly!" Wu Renwang snorted coldly.
"Wu Renwang, leave it to you then, don’t make me step in!" A Witch Clan youth in purple clothes beside the High Priest said blandly.
This person had a long, narrow face, flowing long hair, arms crossed in front of his chest, exuding a carefree attitude.
"Wu Shang, no need for your intervention!" Wu Renwang said to the other.
This carefree young man in purple was Wu Shang, the first genius among the main line Martial Emperor Realm disciples of the Witch Clan, ranked eighth on the True Saint List.
People from other forces listened to the Witch Clan disciples’ conversation from afar, surprised to learn Lin Feng was at odds with the Witch Clan and the clan’s geniuses intended to kill Lin Feng.
This made it interesting; how could Lin Feng, number one on the True Saint List, withstand the Witch Clan geniuses?
And what intrigued everyone more was, if there’s deep animosity, why wait to resolve it in the True Saint Realm instead of now?
Though people didn’t understand the reasons behind, they secretly felt pity for Lin Feng.
Being ranked first on the True Saint List might not be entirely deserved, but his high talent was undeniable, and he had good prospects of leaving a name on the True Saint Stele—but now, with the Witch Clan enemies, he might perish in the True Saint Realm.
People from the Divine Martial Academy, nearly ten thousand disciples and over a dozen mentors, aside from You Tianhan, were all rather bewildered.
What’s going on?
Do Witch Clan people really intend to kill Lin Feng in the True Saint Realm?
If so, entering the True Saint Realm would be a dead end for Lin Feng?
The leading mentors Wu Jin and Tang Wan exchanged glances, their faces turned grim, a situation completely unexpected.
But now, with the branch’s High Priest present, they dared not act rashly.
Ren Yundu and Xie Bin, who had better relationships with Lin Feng, had their expressions changed.
Turning to Lin Feng, he was looking at the Witch Clan people in the sky, his expression also somewhat unsightly, as if frightened.
Actually, Lin Feng wasn’t scared by the Witch Clan geniuses but rather unsettled by the High Priest’s sudden arrival.
Even if he could defeat Wu Renwang in the True Saint Realm, even if he could defeat all the Witch clan geniuses, what then?
After he emerged, the High Priest would surely not spare him, Lin Feng was certain of this.
This time, he was truly in danger; seemingly, only two paths lay ahead of him: being killed by Witch Clan geniuses in the True Saint Realm, or killed by the High Priest afterward.
Both paths were dead ends.
Mu Li, the mentor, stood in front of Lin Feng, turned to look at him, and then at the many Witch Clan members in the Heavenly Vault, her brows slightly furrowed.
She came here not because of the academy’s arrangement but on her own accord, wanting to see Lin Feng’s performance. She never expected such a situation to occur.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the Witch King above the Heavenly Vault descended from the sky, like a bolt of lightning, arriving in the air ten yards ahead of Lin Feng in an instant.
"Lin Feng, you escaped me last time in Great Glory City; this time, you won’t escape!" The Witch King looked down coldly at Lin Feng, speaking harshly.
This time he had no worries, with the High Priest present, Lin Feng no longer had the chance to run.
"You haven’t reached the point where I would run from you!" Lin Feng said calmly, fearing neither the Witch King nor any witch genius, only worrying about the High Priest.
At this moment, his thoughts raced as he contemplated an escape plan.
"Is that so?"
The Witch King scoffed dismissively, "Last time I lost to you in a battle of the same rank, this time you’ll see my true strength!"
After speaking, the Witch King didn’t say more to Lin Feng, turning away and flying back.
You Tianhan watched the Witch King’s departing back, glanced at Lin Feng, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Lin Feng, surely doomed, now no longer needed to act.
Even if the Witch King couldn’t kill Lin Feng, other witch geniuses wouldn’t let him go.
Watching the departing Witch King, Lin Feng’s eyes lowered, his mind racing.
However, after much thought, he couldn’t find a way to escape this disaster.
With the High Priest presiding over the situation, he had no chance of escape.
After a long time, Lin Feng sighed, resigned to waiting until entering the True Saint Realm to see if there was any way out.
This time was a true life and death crisis, threatening complete downfall.
In the past, he relied on his formidable strength to overcome crises, but this time his strength was of no use.
"Ren brother, please continue!"
After a brief pause, Lin Feng said to Ren Yundu, procrastinating to get an understanding of the True Saint Realm to see if there was an escape opportunity.
"Lin brother...!" Ren Yundu opened his mouth to speak, wanting to ask Lin Feng why he offended the Witch Clan, but with them nearby, he couldn’t ask.
"Ren brother, no need to ask, just continue!" Lin Feng said.
Ren Yundu nodded helplessly, paused for a moment, and continued, "Passing the Saint Gates, the first gate is the Holy Gate, martial artist must pass through it to reach the second gate, failing results in being ejected from the True Saint Realm."
"What’s inside the Holy Gate?" Lin Feng asked, knowing it’s the first gate, it must have a test method. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Nothing," Ren Yundu said. "The Holy Gate is a test that automatically checks a martial artist’s talent, whether it’s Battle Soul talent, Bloodline Physique talent, Spiritual Power talent, or any talent, those not meeting the requirements simply won’t pass the Holy Gate." Ren Yundu explained.
"I see!" Understanding dawning on Lin Feng, this test wasn’t much different from others, just in a different form.
"This first gate also eliminates the most people, with over ninety percent directly disqualified!" Ren Yundu said.
Lin Feng nodded.
"The second gate is the Holy Rain Level, those passing the first gate are automatically grouped, enduring attacks of the Holy Rain. Those lasting till the end pass!" Ren Yundu continued.
Lin Feng didn’t ask further, quietly listening; the second gate tested overall strength — power, defensive, evasion, adaptability.
"The third gate is the challenge gate, free challenges, requiring three consecutive wins to pass, with any loss resulting in elimination." Ren Yundu said.
"Understood!" Lin Feng nodded, comprehending that the Witch Clan aimed to kill him in the second and third gates.
Among them, the third gate seemed best suited, bound to be a battle of life and death.
While Lin Feng and Ren Yundu talked, a steady stream of talents continued arriving, the gathered crowd growing denser.
The Black Scale Clan arrived, humans fully covered in black scale armor except for eyes and hair, their bodies gleamed chillingly, shocking observers.
This clan’s geniuses were plentiful, three to four thousand strong, each with formidable aura.
