Purple Extremity Skykill

"What an extraordinary and formidable young man."

At this moment, people could no longer describe their inner turmoil with mere shock. Lin Feng, how old could he be?

Just about the same age as Ziqiong, perhaps even younger, but he, with a single sword, killed the Rain of Gold swordsman Lin Haojie, and with another sword, slaughtered the Purple Mansion crowd. Still, with one sword, he defeated the Lingwu Realm peak expert Ziyin and annihilated Ziqiong.

A prodigy, only these two words could aptly describe Lin Feng. What place was the Purple Mansion, reigning supreme for thousands of miles? Ziyin was the lord of the Purple Mansion.

And Lin Feng, barely having stepped into adolescence, dared to wield his sword to slaughter in the Purple Mansion, looking down on everyone, killing anyone who opposed him.

As for Ziyi and Ziling, the two words to describe their current mood could only be summed up as "fantasy"!

They believed that not only was Lin Haojie incomparable to such a genius, but even Ziyin, he could fight and defeat with just one sword.

Duan Xinye watched Lin Feng's figure, her smile becoming brighter and brighter. She knew how determined and strong Lin Feng was. That day, for her sake, Lin Feng pursued and killed eight strong opponents alone.

None of the eight were weaker than Lin Feng. The weakest of them all had the strength of the seventh level of the Lingwu Realm. But Lin Feng, relying on his tenacity and fearless determination, challenged gods, and in the end, only one person walked away alive.

Lin Feng was willing to sacrifice his life for her, and she could also take her own life for Lin Feng. In this life, she wished to accompany him.

"Ah..."

A miserable roar awakened the crowd. They saw Ziyin staring blankly at the body lying on the ground, his only son, whom he had spent more than ten years nurturing, now motionless on the ground.

"I want you dead."

Ziyin's words were incredibly venomous, staring fiercely at Lin Feng. The power of his martial soul behind him roared wildly, as if there was an illusory figure appearing behind him.

The sword in Lin Feng's hand was dripping with blood. Looking at the roaring Ziyin, his eyes also gleamed with killing intent.

"I equally want you dead."

With a step forward, Lin Feng's figure moved towards Ziyin.

"Boom!"

A spiral of purple fists roared out from Ziyin, and the phantom of his martial soul also moved. Endless purple light surged, and the purple fists crazily surged forward, rushing towards Lin Feng.

The roaring purple fists turned into an angry figure, just like the phantom behind Ziyin, and the surging purple clouds rolled towards Lin Feng, as if to engulf him in that furious purple haze.

"Kill!"

Lin Feng swung his sword, and the roaring purple giant was directly split in two. However, the purple clouds continued to surge forward, the split purple clouds gathered again, still taking on a human form.

"Kill, kill, kill, die for me."

Ziyin's furious roar echoed again. The gigantic purple figure's illusory hands unexpectedly moved, and endless purple fists fiercely struck out again. The gigantic purple figure's huge pupils also carried human emotions, hatred, coldness, killing intent; this should be the expression in Ziyin's eyes.

"What kind of technique is this?"

The crowd's hearts trembled as they saw this scene. The attack actually turned into a purple giant, and this purple giant could continue to attack, as if possessed by Ziyin.

"Purple Extremity Skykill!"

Some of the powerful individuals from the Purple Mansion branches were trembling with their gaze. This was the Purple Mansion's ultimate technique, the Purple Extremity Skykill, a technique that only the direct bloodline descendants of the Purple Mansion could wield.

The "Purple Extremity" represents the utmost, where the purple energy takes shape. At this moment, that purple giant was actually under the control of Ziyin, the indomitable entity of death.

"Skykill," killing across space. That purple giant was indestructible, its attacks unable to be nullified, and it could even unleash secondary attacks, making it extremely formidable.

"What peculiar martial soul and martial technique."

At this moment, Lin Feng's eyes narrowed. His previous strike didn't completely make the purple giant disappear, wasting precious time. Now, the rolling purple clouds were already descending upon him with the power of destruction.

The destructive power contained within these purple clouds was formidable, capable of causing annihilation.

Lin Feng's eyes became empty as he stood there, seemingly non-existent, in perfect harmony with the universe.

"Die!"

The mouth of the purple phantom unexpectedly opened, uttering a cold sound that drowned and devoured Lin Feng with the power of destruction.

The hearts of the crowd trembled violently as they stared at the mass of purple clouds. Had Lin Feng been engulfed?

"No, Lin Feng is over there!"

Someone exclaimed in the silent space. Indeed, beside Duan Xinye, a white figure stood quietly, none other than Lin Feng.

Just now, everyone's attention was so focused on the purple clouds and Lin Feng that they didn't even notice Lin Feng standing on the corridor.

"How did he move so quickly?"

The crowd wondered silently. It was too fast; Lin Feng seemed to vanish into thin air, catching them all off guard.

"If it weren't for reaching the state of unity between man and nature, I would have been severely injured by that strike. What a peculiar martial soul; one must never let their guard down."

Lin Feng watched the roaring purple giant, its huge face eerily resembling Ziyin's, horrifying and terrifying. Yet, Ziyin stood behind it, unmoving, with his martial soul phantom already gone, leaving only the mass of purple clouds.

"Roar!"

The purple giant roared furiously, charging towards Lin Feng. Lin Feng stood there quietly, sensing the aura of the purple giant. Then, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Taking Duan Xinye's hand, Lin Feng stepped back.

The purple giant lunged forward, and he retreated again, letting the opponent roar thunderously.

"Roar!"

The purple giant roared madly, and with it came a muffled grunt. Then, the crowd saw the purple giant gradually disintegrating, the purple clouds dissipating slowly, leaving no trace behind.

"Gone?"

The crowd's gaze hardened as they looked at Ziyin. His martial soul phantom returned behind him, but it appeared somewhat weaker and smaller.

"With your current strength, you cannot fully unleash the power of your martial soul."

Lin Feng sneered. In the state of unity between man and nature, his senses were incredibly acute. When the purple giant lunged, he could clearly feel the diminishing destructive power. The control Ziyin exerted over the purple clouds weakened with distance. Therefore, Lin Feng chose to retreat.

Sure enough, without him making a move, the purple clouds dissipated on their own. Just now, Ziyin wanted to use all his strength to kill him in one blow, but unfortunately, he failed.

"Now, is it my turn?"

Stepping forward, Lin Feng's killing intent surged, a suffocating aura pervading the air. His sword reflected a cold brilliance.

Ziyin's face turned iron blue. Just now, his full-force strike failed to kill Lin Feng. He would never have another chance, and it was fortunate if Lin Feng didn't kill him. His face was ferocious and terrifying.

"It's not your turn, you'll never have a chance."

At this moment, a majestic and angry voice descended from the sky, like rolling thunder, shaking in the ears of the crowd.

Ziyin trembled violently all over, a strong light flashing in his eyes. The strongest in the Purple Mansion had arrived.

The crowd and Lin Feng raised their heads and looked towards the palace. On top of the palace, a majestic figure stood there. From afar, looking at the bodies scattered on the ground, the killing intent in his eyes was overwhelming.

"A Xuanwu Realm expert!"

The crowd's hearts trembled. There had always been rumors that the strongest person in the Purple Mansion was not the current family head Ziyin but an old man, a powerful existence in the Xuanwu Realm. It seemed that the rumors were true.

This old man of the Xuanwu Realm had appeared, and he was brought here by Lin Feng.

If he hadn't come, the Purple Mansion might have been overrun by Lin Feng, and even the life of the Purple Mansion's family head, Ziyin, could not have been spared.

A young man who could bring the powerful Purple Mansion to such a state was something the crowd couldn't even dream of. However, sometimes reality was more surreal than dreams.

This white-clad, elegant young man with a three-foot green peak in his hand appeared in the Purple Mansion to save his beloved, wreaking havoc everywhere.

Only he could match the beauty of Duan Xinye; only he could match the temperament of Duan Xinye. As for Ziqiong, he was simply not worthy. He was far inferior to Lin Feng, killed with just one sword; he couldn't compare at all.

The Xuanwu Realm expert took a step in the void, landing directly on the corridor, standing beside Ziyin. As he looked at the bodies scattered all around, his clothes fluttered without any wind.

"Good!"

Perhaps driven to the extreme, the Xuanwu Realm expert repeated "excellent" three times. When he looked at Lin Feng, his killing intent was chilling!