Furious Lin Hai

"I want you dead," Lin Hong shouted, "Snow Shadow Cold."

As the words fell, frosty cold froze the air around Lin Hong. Snowflakes drifted down, and the space around him was filled with swirling snow shadows. The temperature plummeted to freezing, and even Lin Feng's hand holding the sword felt like it was freezing.

"You want me dead, but you must have the ability to do so." The cold snow and frost covered Lin Feng, making his eyebrows white. However, his pitch-black pupils remained firm, his hand still resolute.

Stepping forward, the ground trembled. Lin Feng's momentum not only did not weaken due to the cold, but it also became stronger, as if nothing could stop him.

Momentum grows with advance, diminishes with retreat. Only unwavering determination can achieve a swift victory, borrowing the momentum of wind and snow, borrowing the momentum of fists and swords, and even borrowing the momentum of heaven and earth.

Thunderous Sword, a thunderous momentum, snowflakes scattered, and the frozen air seemed to be broken open.

Lin Hong's pupils contracted. This sword was stronger than the one before, not only in power but also in momentum, as if there was a sword intent pervading the space.

His hands flew, and Lin Hong no longer underestimated Lin Feng. A powerful icy Qi bloomed, nurtured in the sword light, and extinguished in the sword light. Lin Hong's steps retreated further.

"The sword shatters all, sincerity is strength." Lin Feng thought to himself, his steps once again stepping out, the sword shining brightly, unmatched.

Lin Hong retreated further!

Lin Hong's face became increasingly ugly, gloomy.

At this moment, everyone around was shocked. Lin Feng had actually forced Lin Hong to retreat continuously.

"How is this possible? How can Lin Feng be so strong? Lin Hong is a powerhouse in the Spirit Martial Realm." Everyone clearly did not expect Lin Feng to be so powerful. The Spirit Martial Realm was not on the same level as the Martial Qi Realm. Unless one was a true genius, challenging beyond one's level was impossible. How could the useless Lin Feng possibly become a genius?

Lin Ba Dao was even more shocked, his face ugly, staring fixedly at the two figures on the stage.

Only Lin Hai, with a thick smile on his lips, understood. No wonder Xiaofeng was so confident. He was actually so powerful, one sword surpassing another, as if he would never truly reveal his full strength.

"It seems like Xiaofeng has never released his Martial Soul. If one day his Martial Soul undergoes an Awakening, what a spectacle it would be!" Lin Hai was ecstatic, envisioning the day when Lin Feng would rise. His son was not a waste, but a genius, both in cultivation and in Martial Soul.

Glancing at Lin Ba Dao, Lin Hai's eyes were full of irony.

"Ah!" Lin Hong almost went crazy, roaring, and the ice and snow began to condense again, the frost chilling the sky.

"Does making noise help?" Lin Feng sneered, his sword aura rolling, filled with an irresistible force. The situation was set, and Lin Hong could not turn the tide.

"Slash." The sound of the sword's roar exploded, and the ice and snow that had gathered were torn apart by the sword aura. This time, Lin Hong finally couldn't resist, wounded by the sword aura, his clothes torn, blood seeping out of his body.

In this instant, Lin Hong felt icy all over. For the first time, he felt this bone-chilling cold within his own ice and snow. He was injured, not just injured, but he might even die. Lin Feng's sword was absolutely ruthless, as long as there was a chance, Lin Feng... would kill him.

Indeed, it was only now that Lin Hong realized the danger. Not long ago, in his consciousness, Lin Feng could only be slaughtered at his will, to be killed at will. He never thought that the situation would be completely reversed.

Lin Hong regretted not practicing body techniques and martial skills diligently. Now, he couldn't get away. Every step Lin Feng took was ingenious, integrating with the sword's momentum.

"Boom." The fierce wind swept, and Lin Feng took another step, the world chilling, only the sword, the strongest, never extinguished.

"Not good." Lin Ba Dao's face turned cold, shouting angrily, "You dare, beast."

"Shut up, Lin Ba Dao. Don't forget, it was you who provoked this. Now that Lin Hong can't beat Lin Feng, do you want to intervene?" Lin Hai took the lead, stepping forward to block Lin Ba Dao's attempt to step forward. Even he was desperate for his brother now. Although there was still friendship in his heart, the other party hated him to the bone, insisting on taking his son's life. Lin Hai had no choice.

"Ah!" Lin Hong screamed, making Lin Ba Dao's face change drastically. He shouted, "Get out of the way."

"Never." The icy breath was extremely powerful. The Martial Soul released by Lin Hai caused the surrounding space to freeze. Elder Seven's face stiffened, and he immediately felt an incomparable coldness rushing towards him, freezing his entire body.

"Help me." Elder Seven shouted loudly, but it was too late. Lin Hai's palm directly pressed against his chest, causing Elder Seven's chest to collapse. His pupils widened, staring at Lin Hai in disbelief.

"You... dare to kill me." Blood kept seeping from Elder Seven's mouth. Lin Hai's palm showed no mercy, the icy aura directly destroying his internal organs, taking his life.

"You, as an elder, attacked my son by surprise, unforgivable." Lin Hai's voice was extremely cold, his palm trembling. Elder Seven's body slowly fell, his eyes wide open, filled with hatred and regret.

Everyone's gaze froze. Elder Seven, dead?

At this moment, everyone's eyes towards Lin Hai were filled with fear. Only strong strength could deter everyone. Even Lin Ba Dao dared not move.

Lin Hai turned around, looking at Lin Qian, his voice cold, "Genius of the Haoyue Sect? Genius of the Snow Shadow Villa? Shameless."

Lin Qian gritted her teeth, feeling the killing intent emanating from Lin Hai. She dared not speak, and Lin Hai's steps moved towards her, the killing intent thickening.

He didn't go after Lin Hong because Lin Hong was just a defeated warrior. Elder Seven and Lin Qian were attackers. When they thought Lin Hong could defeat Lin Feng and set up a fight to the death, wanting Lin Feng's life, when they found that the situation was completely different, they actually resorted to attacking. Lin Hai, how could he not be angry.

"What do you want to do?" Lin Qian stared at Lin Hai.

"Kill you." Lin Hai's voice was decisive, his killing intent naked. At this moment, he was truly provoked.