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"Brother?"

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

Lin Feng had a deep relationship with this slave warrior.

As Lin Feng approached step by step, the old man's body flashed, blocking Lin Feng's path and said, "No matter what your relationship was before, now he has been branded as a slave."

"If I were to brand you as a slave, would you also become a slave?"

Lin Feng's expression was cold, making the old man's gaze freeze. He then sneered, "Are you seeking death?"

"Before I die, I will kill you all."

Lin Feng's tone was icy, and a chilling aura surged towards the old man.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

The old man sneered, and his body trembled slightly. Suddenly, his figure turned into a gust of wind, instantly breaking through the cold ice and appearing in front of Lin Feng. Like the wind and shadow, a palm floated out.

"Draw your sword!"

A dazzling cold light appeared in the icy airflow. Lin Feng's soft sword was drawn out, exploding with intense power. The Sword Drawing Technique, one sword guaranteed to kill.

However, the old man completely ignored Lin Feng's Sword Drawing Technique, and his palm, light as a breeze, moved through the gaps in the sword, landing on Lin Feng in just an instant.

"Poof!"

Lin Feng's body trembled violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as he crashed into the prison.

"Seventh level!"

The crowd trembled. This old man's strength should be at the seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm, while Lin Feng was only at the fourth level. The difference was too great; Lin Feng was simply not a match, unable to even withstand a single move.

However, to their surprise, Lin Feng lifted his foot and continued to step towards the old man, his gaze still cold and firm.

The prison was filled with a chill and a sense of desolation.

"You have good strength and could have had a bright future. It's a pity you came here to die; then I have no choice but to fulfill your wish."

The old man saw Lin Feng approaching again and sneered, "The fourth level of the Spirit Martial Realm. It's impossible to withstand my palm, let alone kill me, it's a fool's dream."

"Why bother killing him? Brand him as a slave, tame him like a beast, and let him be a slave here. Wouldn't that be better?"

At this moment, Bai Ze's cold voice sounded, causing the old man to pause, then smile, "Young master has a good idea. This person is stronger than a wild beast, and his killing intent is even stronger. If tamed as a beast, it would be quite interesting."

"Indeed." Bai Ze's face darkened, staring at Lin Feng. This was what he had brought upon himself.

However, Lin Feng didn't even look at him, his steps steady as he continued to advance, his intent to kill growing stronger.

"Roar!" Han Man let out a roar like a beast, his body trembling violently. However, the middle-aged man firmly held him with the chain, preventing him from breaking free.

Another palm strike, blood flying in the air, Lin Feng's body crashing into the prison again, causing it to tremble slightly.

As the old man had said, Lin Feng, only at the fourth level of the Spirit Martial Realm, even though he had strong talent, was still no match for the old man at the seventh level. He couldn't even handle a single move.

The seventh level of the Spirit Martial Realm was already considered strong in the realm.

Seeing Lin Feng being knocked into the air again and again, Liu Fei and others had all stood up, wanting to go to the prison.

"Wait."

Wen Aoxue blocked their path, stopping them from moving forward.

"Let us through." Liu Fei's voice was cold, ignoring Wen Aoxue's words, her voice still ice-cold.

"I'll go." Wen Aoxue shook her head, her body flashing, turning into a white phantom, instantly appearing outside the prison. However, he did not enter the prison to rescue Lin Feng, but stood at the entrance of the prison, feeling that Lin Feng would not be easily killed.

However, seeing Lin Feng being knocked into the air time and time again, Wen Aoxue's heart was also moved. This guy could risk his life for a friend.

Po Jun was also shocked. The face branded with the slave mark revealed a strange light. To be able to do this for a friend was enough to earn anyone's respect.

Lin Feng's footsteps slowly advanced, his black pupils merciless and cold, devoid of any color, his heart filled only with the desire for destruction.

"Kill!"

A ruthless roar came from Lin Feng's mouth, the Death Sword dancing, carrying a gray death aura, sweeping out.

"Is this the limit?" The old man sneered, waving his palms, palm prints of wind filling the sky, continuously dissipating the death aura, and Lin Feng's sword became elusive.

However, at this moment, a cold light pierced through everything, rushing towards the old man. Lin Feng, unexpectedly abandoned his sword, directly throwing it towards the old man.

"Is this effective?" The old man's mouth curled up in disdain.

As his palms flew, palm shadows filled the sky, elusive like the wind. When the sword reached the old man, it suddenly stopped and froze in front of him.

"Go!"

The old man shouted, and the long sword flew away. Meanwhile, Lin Feng had already reached him, his palm turning into a sword, slashing towards the old man.

"Seeking death."

The old man's mouth curled in a cold smile, the force of his palm trembling, the sword energy dissipated, and his palm landed on Lin Feng, causing a large amount of bright red blood to flow from Lin Feng's mouth.

Lin Feng clasped his palms together, not retreating but gripping the old man's palm tightly, causing the crowd's eyes to tremble once again.

"What does he want to do?"

Lin Feng's actions were tantamount to seeking death.

Indeed, the old man's palm trembled, stirring in Lin Feng's chest, and a huge bloody handprint appeared on Lin Feng's chest, fierce and terrifying.

Lin Feng's hand still did not let go, gripping the old man's palm tightly.

The crowd's eyes were all on Lin Feng's hands. This person was so ruthless that even in such a situation, he still didn't let go. Was Lin Feng really seeking death?

Han Man was trampled underfoot, his body congested, breathing heavily as he sprayed from his mouth.

Under Han Man's body, dust rolled up, the earth trembling slightly, and his bloodshot eyes gradually changed color.

From blood red to earthy yellow, Han Man's eyes gradually turned yellow like the earth. However, this yellow still carried an overwhelming hatred.

"Roar!"

A beast-like roar came from Han Man's mouth, as if a hurricane swept across the earth. On the ground, rolling yellow sand surged, covering Han Man's body with a layer of yellow sand.

The middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and at this moment, his heart unexpectedly couldn't help but beat faster.

"What's going on?"

The middle-aged man looked at the roaring yellow sand, his eyes fixed on it.

But at this moment, an extremely strong force came from under him, accompanied by continuous cracking sounds. The iron chains on his body were breaking inch by inch.

The old man who was fighting with Lin Feng also noticed the anomaly here. He looked over and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Hmm?"

A look of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. However, at this moment, a sense of crisis came, making the corners of his eyes twitch, and his gaze instantly turned away.

"Amaterasu!"

A brilliant light burst out from Lin Feng's gray, merciless pupils, dazzling like the sun.

Amaterasu, the ability awakened when the Amaterasu Martial Spirit awakens. It was a power that Lin Feng had never used before. At this moment, he used it for the first time.

The old man, who had just turned his eyes away, trembled slightly, then closed his eyes slightly. A strong sense of crisis came, making his body tense. He exerted force with his palm, trying to shake Lin Feng's body away, but Lin Feng's hand still held onto him tightly, allowing the force to wreak havoc in his body.

The old man's body floated back, like a gust of wind, pulling Lin Feng along, floating unsteadily.

"Shadowless - Kill!"

A low voice came from Lin Feng's mouth, and the old man's figure, like the wind, left clear traces under the gaze of Amaterasu, unable to hide.

At the same time, Lin Feng's body turned into a shadow.

A weird cold light bloomed, and drops of bright red blood splattered in the air.

"Shadow!"

The crowd trembled, only to see that at this moment, both Lin Feng and the old man's bodies stopped, but Lin Feng's figure gradually turned into nothingness, leaving behind a shadow!

"Strength difference doesn't mean I can't kill you!"

A cold voice sounded in the silent space. The old man's throat moved, blood crazily pouring out. His body also slowly fell!