break your arm

This person is so bold, daring to speak like this to an elder.

"A lunatic who doesn't know the severity of the situation, seems to be tired of living."

The crowd murmured in their hearts, obviously not expecting Lin Feng to be so bold as to question an inner sect elder.

In the Nine Heavens Continent, sects are prosperous and powerful sects can even influence a country, controlling everything within the sect, from the fierce competition to the strict hierarchy. It starts with outer disciples, then core disciples, followed by outer elders, and finally inner elders.

Lin Feng, just an outer disciple, is nowhere near Mo Ye's status. It can be said that Mo Ye can decide whether he lives or dies.

Mo Ye's heart was extremely cold. Lin Feng had obviously said something he shouldn't have.

"Hou Qing, how do you explain your defiance towards an elder?" Mo Ye stared at Lin Feng, his gaze unwavering.

"Reporting to the elder, the punishment for such behavior is expulsion from the sect at the lightest, and at the heaviest, destruction of cultivation followed by expulsion from the sect." How could Hou Qing not understand Mo Ye's meaning? This was a great opportunity he couldn't miss.

"Elder, Hou Qing believes that Lin Feng's actions are extremely rebellious and should result in the destruction of his cultivation and expulsion from Yunhai Sect."

"No need, his cultivation is hard-earned, let it be. Disable one arm and then expel him from the sect." Mo Ye said generously.

"How ruthless." Lin Feng felt bitter. He had no enmity with Mo Ye in the past, but now the elder had framed him. No matter what, he would be expelled from the sect. Once expelled, Lin Qian and that strange youth would probably not spare him. This was obviously a plot against his life.

As Lin Feng had expected, this was a dead end for him.

"In the world of martial arts, without enough strength and talent, even sects are unreliable." Lin Feng understood clearly that in this world, everything depended on oneself. For example, now, the elder of the sect wanted to disable his arm and expel him from the sect, accusing him of crimes he did not commit.

Lin Feng glanced at Nangong Ling. The Sect Master had not spoken yet. There was still room for redemption.

"Everything relies on strength and talent. Now that my strength is not strong, I will show my talent." Lin Feng thought, if things got really bad, he would reveal the Zhonggu Juebi matter.

When all eight bells rang, two sect protectors appeared and personally escorted him back, concealing the truth. Lin Feng understood that the trial he had passed was not as simple as he had initially thought.

At this moment, Hou Qing had already come to Lin Feng's side, attracting the attention of countless people, even the sect and the Grand Elder were watching. Hou Qing was somewhat nervous and excited, as this was a great opportunity to showcase himself.

"Waste, cut off your own arm. There's too much of a difference in strength between us. I disdain to make a move against you." Hou Qing said arrogantly.

Lin Feng saw Hou Qing's flickering eyes and shook his head inwardly. This guy's will is so weak, just the tenth outer disciple, nothing more.

"Go ahead." Lin Feng drew the long sword from his back, holding it steadily in his palm, standing calmly in place, without a trace of disturbance in his heart.

"Hehe, since that's the case, I'll make a move." Hou Qing knew that Lin Feng would not cut off his own arm. Just now, he had deliberately belittled Lin Feng to elevate himself.

"Wind Accompaniment Technique."

With a low shout, Hou Qing's figure disappeared in an instant. With the Wind Accompaniment Technique, he could move with the wind, reaching an extreme speed.

"Hou Qing senior brother is a master ranked tenth among the outer disciples, with unparalleled lightness in his footwork and body movements. How can Lin Feng contend with him?"

"This guy can still stand so steadily, he's just asking for humiliation."

The crowd saw Hou Qing's figure fluttering like the wind, and a wave of voices erupted. Among the outer disciples, Hou Qing was ranked tenth, relying on his light footwork and body movements. Even those ranked above him were not necessarily able to hurt him.

Mo Ye saw Hou Qing's body movements and smiled. It seemed that Hou Qing's strength had increased again. He hoped that in the early stages of next year's sect competition, Hou Qing could break into the top five among the outer disciples, giving him, as the master, some face.

As for whether Hou Qing could deal with Lin Feng, Mo Ye didn't even consider it. He was only at the eighth level of the Qi Martial Realm. He probably wouldn't last three moves against Hou Qing.

Among the crowd, perhaps only Lin Feng himself believed in himself. He held the sword with one hand, unmoving like a mountain, watching Hou Qing's elusive figure.

At this moment, a whistling wind swept through, rustling Lin Feng's clothes and causing his long hair to flutter. Hou Qing's figure suddenly disappeared.

"It's over, Hou Qing senior brother's lightness technique is so exquisite."

The battle hadn't even begun, but the crowd had already reached a conclusion.

Lin Feng closed his eyes, quietly feeling the rustling wind, his breath and heartbeat stopping at this moment, only the sharp sense capturing the elusive figure.

The sword in Lin Feng's hand suddenly moved with the wind, and its trajectory carried the agility and elegance of the wind.

"Break." A domineering shout came from above Lin Feng's head, followed by a huge oppressive force.

"Go away."

Lin Feng uttered a word, the sword light flickered, and then everyone saw blood splattering.

A piercing scream echoed through the air, and the crowd looked at the scene before them in disbelief.

Hou Qing, unable to hit Lin Feng, had lost. With a simple and casual sword, Lin Feng had cut off one of his arms.

"How could this be? How did Lin Feng do it?" The outer disciples were amazed, especially those who had heard of Lin Feng's reputation as a waste. Lin Feng had cut off Hou Qing's arm with just one sword.

These outer disciples did not see how Lin Feng did it, but those above the inner disciple level saw it clearly. Lin Feng's sword seemed like a sword, yet like the wind, moving with the wind. It was as if it wasn't the sword that cut off Hou Qing's arm, but the wind.

"Integrating swordsmanship into the wind? Does the Star Pavilion have such a sword technique?" Nangong Ling's eyes flickered for the first time. Lin Feng's simple sword was too beautiful, almost perfect, with no excess strength. The sword moved with the wind, as if it was cutting off Hou Qing's arm not with the sword, but with the wind.

Lin Feng had never practiced the martial art of integrating swordsmanship with the wind. However, atop the cliff, he had a moment of enlightenment. In his view, the celestial sword imparted potential to all things; just as a sword possesses its own momentum, so does the wind. He had merely utilized the current of wind, concealing his sword within it, as if merging swordsmanship with the wind, ultimately defeating his opponent with a single stroke.

"Could it be the momentum?" Nangong Ling thought of another possibility, but then quickly dismissed it. Lin Feng was only at the Qi Martial Realm; how could he comprehend momentum?

Even in the Spiritual Martial Realm, only a few geniuses could grasp a hint of momentum. Martial artists in the Qi Martial Realm who wished to borrow momentum would have to rely on the power of their martial souls. However, Lin Feng hadn't even released his martial soul just now.

"This waste has indeed become stronger, which explains his arrogance. However, to me, he is still just a waste, and there is no hope of turning the tables." Lin Qian, now a formidable figure in the Spiritual Martial Realm with her martial soul awakened, coldly muttered to herself upon seeing Lin Feng sever Hou Qing's arm with a single sword stroke.

Mo Ye's face at this moment was extremely ugly. He had instructed Hou Qing to sever Lin Feng's arm, but he hadn't expected Hou Qing to have his arm severed by Lin Feng instead. This was undoubtedly a slap in the face for him. This boy must die.

Lin Feng paid no attention to the gazes of the crowd, his face remaining calm. Sheathing his long sword, he glanced at the kneeling Hou Qing, feeling no trace of pity in his heart."

The tenth-ranked outer disciple? You disdain to make a move against me?" Lin Feng mocked, "I truly don't understand, what is your pride based on?"