Bloodline

Gazing at the old man's body lying on the ground, the space fell into silence once again.

Lin Feng, with his cultivation at the fourth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, had killed a strongman at the seventh level of the same realm?

This scene made the crowd feel as if they were in a dream. In martial arts cultivation, even a difference of one realm could result in a significant gap in strength. Those who could challenge opponents of higher realms were considered geniuses.

Lin Feng, being three realms lower than his opponent, was significantly weaker and not a match at all. However, the final outcome shocked everyone.

With his strong willpower and tenacity, Lin Feng approached the old man in a self-destructive manner, getting closer until the final moment when he delivered that fatal blow. In just an instant, that strike was deeply engraved in the minds of the onlookers.

"So fast, such terrifying control, such resolute will."

The crowd silently praised. Lin Feng's strike embodied so much—it was his unwavering will that kept him standing. From the beginning, he had planned this strike, continuously approaching the old man with seemingly reckless means to catch him off guard, and finally, with extreme speed and precision, he thrust the dagger into the old man's throat.

For this one strike, Lin Feng had sacrificed so much.

"Cough!"

With a light cough, blood continued to seep from the corners of Lin Feng's mouth, and the blood palm print on his chest was very conspicuous.

After putting away the blood-stained dagger, Lin Feng took out a bottle of elixir, tossed two pills into his mouth, and felt a cool sensation flowing through his body. This moment of relief allowed his heart to relax.

"This guy is really reckless."

Watching Lin Feng, Wen Aoxue's eyes revealed a hint of a smile. He didn't think Lin Feng was so simple, but Lin Feng still surprised him greatly by actually killing the old man.

"The seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm!" Wen Aoxue licked his lips and muttered to himself, "Where did that dagger come from just now?"

Lin Feng had discarded his long sword, and no one had seen him with a dagger. It wasn't until the old man died that the blood-stained dagger appeared mysteriously in Lin Feng's hand.

"Feng Ge!"

At this moment, Han Man's pupils were half-bloodshot, and the other half was yellow, extremely eerie.

"Don't worry, I won't die." The coldness in Lin Feng's pupils dissipated, and he looked at Han Man, who had stood up, with a bright smile on his face.

Han Man pondered for a moment and then, with a roar from his mouth, he roared towards the sky.

Immediately, the yellow sand rolled, and the earth trembled.

A dazzling yellow light shot into the sky, spinning around Han Man like a top. In just an instant, it enveloped Han Man's body, turning him into a mass of yellow sand.

"What's going on?"

The crowd was once again shocked by the strange scene before them.

Han Man had been acting very abnormally just now, but Lin Feng's decisive blow had overshadowed his abnormality, attracting everyone's attention. Now, seeing the phenomenon occurring on Han Man's body, the crowd was stunned and did not understand what was happening to him.

The rolling yellow sand rushed into the air, shining brightly. The sand that enveloped Han Man became more and more abundant. Soon, it turned into a huge sphere, completely burying Han Man inside.

After a moment, the rolling yellow sand calmed down, and Han Man had become a huge ball, which was extremely shocking.

Seeing this scene, Lin Feng frowned, not understanding what was happening to Han Man.

"Crack."

A cracking sound came from the huge ball of yellow sand, and then, like a lotus blooming, Han Man's figure appeared again.

Everyone's pupils contracted, their gaze fixed, showing an incredulous expression.

At this moment, Han Man's pitch-black hair had turned yellow and hung loose on his shoulders. His body had grown taller and more robust. He now resembled a towering tower, shaking people's hearts.

Majestic and mighty, Han Man at this moment was like an ancient immortal, aloof and unchallenged. The only thing that remained unchanged was the slave mark on his face, still clearly visible.

Opening his eyes, Han Man's gaze was like lightning, emitting a breathtaking light.

"So refreshing."

Raising his palm, Han Man clenched it hard, and the sound of bones trembling came out. He could clearly feel the explosive power in his body, so strong.

Turning around, Han Man looked at the middle-aged man riding on him. The weird yellow eyes made the middle-aged man's heart tremble uncontrollably.

"Die!"

Han Man roared, stepping forward. His pace was not fast, but it covered a great distance. In two steps, he had reached the middle-aged man and directly struck out with a punch, with a earth-yellow light flickering.

The middle-aged man's gaze condensed, and he did not evade, directly meeting the punch with his own. A violent force erupted.

"Boom!"

As their fists collided, the earth trembled. Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, the middle-aged man's body was invaded by yellow sand, his arm was frozen, covered in yellow sand. Not only that, the yellow sand surged up, spreading over the middle-aged man's body at a terrifying speed. In just an instant, it completely buried the middle-aged man's body.

"Roar!"

Han Man roared, as if he wanted to vent all his anger. Another incredibly powerful punch struck out. In just an instant, the mass of yellow sand exploded, shattered into pieces. That said, the middle-aged man's body was completely split open, but not a drop of blood flowed out. On the ground, there was only yellow sand.

"Thud, thud..." The hearts of the crowd beat incessantly, their eyes staring fixedly at the shocking scene before them. This blow was too terrifying, defying common sense.

The impact Han Man brought was no less than Lin Feng's.

"This is... bloodline awakening!"

Wen Aoxue stood by the door of the prison, staring blankly at everything happening to Han Man, muttering to himself.

Indeed, this must be the awakening of the bloodline. Han Man's body contained the bloodline of an extremely strong individual, which caused this awakening phenomenon.

However, the descendants of bloodline strongmen must have the power of bloodline in their bodies and possess a bloodline martial soul, with talents superior to ordinary people. If they have the opportunity, they can continuously awaken the power of their bloodline and become stronger. However, awakenings like Han Man's, where strength instantly surges, are rare. Even Wen Aoxue had never heard of such a situation.

But this was indeed an awakening without a doubt, otherwise, the anomalies on Han Man's body could not be explained.

Lin Feng was also extremely astonished. Han Man was too strong now. At this moment, Han Man definitely possessed the cultivation of the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, even stronger than him.

At this moment, several figures flashed outside the prison, causing Lin Feng and the others to focus their gaze.

"Feng Ge, that kid, killed him. This prison is his death trap."

Han Man stared coldly at Bai Ze, giving him a glare that spoke volumes. Just moments ago, Bai Ze had been the one shouting about branding Lin Feng as a slave and taming him into a beast.

Bai Ze had to die.

Stepping forward, Han Man blocked off a path, and when he saw someone attempting to blink in, he unleashed a fierce punch of yellow sand, sending the person's body recoiling.

Lin Feng slowly turned his body, his gaze settling on Bai Ze. At this moment, Bai Ze couldn't help but tremble involuntarily under Lin Feng's piercing stare. Lin Feng, who had just obliterated an elder at the seventh level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, could easily crush him without breaking a sweat.

"You said earlier that you wanted to brand me as a slave and tame me into a beast?" Lin Feng's voice was low, his steps deliberate as he advanced towards Bai Ze.

Upon hearing Lin Feng's words, Bai Ze's trembling only intensified, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Save me, hurry up and save me."

Bai Ze shouted, feeling incredulous. How could this happen? This was supposed to be the territory of his Bai family, where he could do as he pleased. Yet now, he found himself imprisoned here, with no escape route in sight.

Hearing Bai Ze's desperate plea, the people rushing over from outside grew anxious, and many of them arrived at the entrance where Wen Aoxue was located.

Wen Aoxue lounged lazily against the door, a faintly mocking smile playing at his lips. Surprisingly, upon seeing him, the newcomers didn't immediately charge forward, but instead, their eyes narrowed, and they spoke in low tones, "Wen Aoxue!"

In their hearts, they cursed the reckless young master for stirring up trouble again. Even daring to provoke Wen Aoxue.