Urban All-Round Master

Right now, everyone could clearly see Lin Zifeng’s potential and Combat Power. If they didn’t kill him, everyone would suffer for it.

With his temperament, he would definitely seek revenge for today’s hatred.

Who would keep such a huge disaster alive?

"Yao Qingjiao, if I don’t die today, I will flatten your Demon God Sect without fail. I’ll remember this debt. I hope you don’t forget it either." Lin Zifeng’s voice was bold and resounding, his words aimed straight at Yao Qingjiao.

"Talk about living first." Yao Qingjiao let out a cold laugh. In his eyes, Lin Zifeng might be a rising dark horse, but today so many Eastern Kings had gathered to besiege him alone; if he could still walk out alive, that would simply be defying the heavens.

"My Holy Hall has no feud with your Demon God Sect. Since your Demon God Sect chose to stick its nose into this slaughter today, fine! I’ll remember it. Demon Emperor, Demon Sect Master, you’d better make damn sure I don’t walk out of here alive today!" At this moment Lin Zifeng’s eyes were cold to the extreme.

The Heavenly Painting Halberd was sealed. He was still unafraid of anyone present.

He was closest to Yao Qingjiao; the Heavenly Hand almost in an Instant blasted toward Yao Qingjiao.

"You dare clash flesh with me head-on? Fine. I won’t use any weapon to beat you either!" Yao Qingjiao was full of confidence. In his view, Lin Zifeng was that ferocious only because he had the Heavenly Painting Halberd in hand. Now that he didn’t, Yao Qingjiao refused to believe Lin Zifeng could still act so crazy.

But he was wrong. Lin Zifeng’s ferocity did not rely solely on the Heavenly Painting Halberd. Even without it, his body alone was an invincible existence. Every time his Cultivation Realm rose, the toughness of his body would rise along with it.

Especially the Heavenly Hand, whose power was boundless; under the eruption of his current Slaughter Syndrome, it was even more terrifying.

"Bang!" Yao Qingjiao fought Lin Zifeng one-on-one, but the opponent’s fleshly body was simply too terrifying. After a hard collision, neither of them lost out, but Yao Qingjiao’s arms were shocked so hard they went numb!

"How can this be?" Yao Qingjiao was stunned. He hadn’t expected Lin Zifeng’s body to be this tough; it almost shattered his arms.

Only now did Yao Qingjiao realize that Lin Zifeng wasn’t invincible just because of the Heavenly Painting Halberd; the hardness of his body was even more unprecedented and unmatched!

"How can your body..." Yao Qingjiao furrowed his brows, feeling like his arms were about to break, numb beyond belief.

His momentary carelessness had nearly crippled one of his arms.

"Swoosh!" Lin Zifeng couldn’t be bothered with his shock. From that previous clash, he had also experienced the hardness of Yao Qingjiao’s flesh. If he pressed the assault, he might very well be able to kill Yao Qingjiao; with one more Eastern King dead, his pressure would decrease to the extreme.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng didn’t even pause before charging in to kill him.

"You—!" Branded as the Demon Emperor, Yao Qingjiao had suffered a dark loss in the very first exchange. His gaze hardened, and he no longer dared clash bodies with Lin Zifeng.

Swoosh!

He chose to retreat. The Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace once again floated up behind him, flames shooting into the sky.

"Suppress!"

Yao Qingjiao no longer had any intention of continuing to pit flesh against Lin Zifeng. To put it bluntly, he was scared now.

"Demon Qing-bug, you’re using your Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace this fast, huh. You’re at least an Eastern King, right, calling yourself Demon Emperor. What now? Going limp this quickly? You’re not ashamed, but as your opponent, Lin brat here is feeling ashamed for you."

The Handsome Guy started cursing at the top of his lungs.

He wasn’t very familiar with Yao Qingjiao, so he tried to find other things to insult, but other than his shameless cowardice he really couldn’t find much else to target.

"Ha~ everyone hurry up and look, this is the so-called man who claims to be Demon Emperor. In truth he’s just a pile of shit. Demon Emperor my ass. At best he’s a demon bug. They’ve only traded a couple of blows and he’s already using his Eight Diagrams Divine Furnace, even taking out his Holy Artifact. Yet he won’t let our little Lin use a Holy Artifact—aren’t you lot something. Isn’t that shameful?" Jia Zhenjing suddenly stood up, walked out from the crowd, exactly the same crude style as the Handsome Guy.

One man and one dog were absolute pieces of work, even standing in a line. They couldn’t really help in the actual fight, but they were great at causing trouble on the sidelines, raging at them to stir things up.

Throwing their emotions into chaos was a tactic too.

"What nonsense are you spewing!" Yao Qingjiao was so furious his nostrils were spewing smoke. But there was nothing he could do; he could only grit his teeth and continue blasting toward Lin Zifeng.

There was no point in saying anything more now. He just had to kill Lin Zifeng first, then find a way to kill every last remnant of the Holy Hall and Beiming. Who cared how many shameless curses he’d have to bear.

"Heavenly Painting Halberd!" Lin Zifeng shouted loudly again.

The Heavenly Painting Halberd was being restrained by the many Eastern Kings. It seemed a bit difficult for it to break through and return to Lin Zifeng’s hand.

"Whoosh!"

The Great Wilderness Saint Master took advantage of Lin Zifeng facing Yao Qingjiao and actually launched a sneak attack from behind. The Heavenly Pulling Axe carried an endless storm as it cleaved against the tide.

"Lin Zifeng, catch my Heavenly Touching Zither!" Suddenly, seeing the situation turn bad, Beiming Yu stopped holding back and hurriedly flung her Heavenly Touching Zither through the air. The Heavenly Touching Zither’s killing power was extremely terrifying; she feared Lin Zifeng wouldn’t be willing to use it. But in this life-and-death situation, Beiming Yu could no longer care about that. Get the Heavenly Touching Zither to Lin Zifeng first; even if it were destroyed in his hands, Beiming Yu wouldn’t feel a shred of heartache. Qing Fu’s death had hit her hard. If Lin Zifeng could kill a few more Eastern Kings because of it, even if the Heavenly Touching Zither were truly destroyed, Beiming Yu would not feel the least bit distressed.

"Hmph. You think he still has a chance to get that Heavenly Touching Zither?"

The Nine Heavens Holy Master let out a cold, heavy snort. He held a pitch-black War Bow, its entire body dark and gleaming with a terrifying radiance. A Big Iron Arrow, cold light flashing, was nocked on the black War Bow. As his fingers pinched the Iron Arrow and he drew the War Bow, it was as if all the Elemental Power between heaven and earth was surging around him alone.

Weng weng weng... weng weng weng... weng weng weng...

The War Bow was drawn to its limit, all the Elemental Power between heaven and earth condensed onto the Nine Heavens Holy Master alone, overwhelmingly domineering.

"Whoosh!"

The War Bow’s string twanged, and the Iron Arrow, like a primordial Barbaric Dragon, tore free of the string with a whoosh and shot violently toward the Heavenly Touching Zither, carving a pitch-black beam across the sky.

"Watch out for his War Arrow!" Beiming Yu and the others did their utmost to warn Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng’s brows moved as he saw the War Arrow shooting toward the Heavenly Touching Zither. With the hardness of the Heavenly Touching Zither, it should be able to withstand the War Arrow.

Clang!

The War Arrow, carrying endless power, crashed into the Heavenly Touching Zither. While it didn’t blow the Heavenly Touching Zither apart, it did knock it far away. Just as it was about to leave the high platform, two red tassels in Liu Jiuhuang’s hands tore through the air, wrapping around the Heavenly Touching Zither and flinging it toward Lin Zifeng.

"Let’s see if you can survive this time!" The Nine Heavens Holy Master’s lips curled slightly as he drew the War Bow to its fullest. A second War Arrow was nocked onto the Iron Bow. His eyes narrowed; the muscles on his thick arms bulged high like coiling flood dragons. All the Primordial Energy in his body poured into his arms.

"Weng, whoosh!"

The bowstring flicked lightly, and with a whoosh the War Arrow once again pierced through the Void, this time aimed not at the Heavenly Touching Zither, but at Lin Zifeng himself!