Night rain

Lin Feng, who had released his martial soul, might not have been aware of how calm and confident he was at this moment. This sense of control allowed him to merely tilt his head when the arrows shot towards him, a testament to his immense self-assurance and extraordinary composure, qualities that few could match.

With a step, he moved like a fleeting shadow, instantly appearing in front of the crowd, rendering their arrows ineffective.

His swordplay was precise to the point of being chilling. One martial artist attempted to dodge, only to find a sword descending from the heavens, unavoidable and fatal.

"Release your martial soul and kill him!" Nalan Hai shouted, but as Lin Feng approached him, Nalan Hai felt a deep fear, especially when he saw Lin Feng's eyes, calm to the extreme, stirring his very soul.

Hearing Nalan Hai's words, the others immediately understood. All kinds of martial souls were unleashed, brightening the dark night.

Lin Feng's martial soul was a vine, granting him unparalleled flexibility. When his strength grew, the martial soul would solidify, allowing him to entangle enemies and transform his body at will.

His movements were silent, as if the vine was spreading through the air without a trace. Seeing his hand about to touch Lin Feng, a smirk appeared on his face.

But just as he felt triumphant, a dazzling light pierced his eyes, and his life was consumed by this sword light.

The sword, fast, precise, and ruthless, left no room for error. Instantly, the enemy was vanquished.

After swinging this sword, Lin Feng didn't stop. The sword light cut through the night, blood spattered, and another fell in the darkness.

Even martial artists of the Eighth and Ninth Layers of the Qi Martial Realm could not last more than a move under Lin Feng's sword. His precise timing and swift speed made it impossible for them to evade.

"Above!" A meteor hammer whistled towards Lin Feng from behind, aiming for his head. If hit, Lin Feng would either die or lose his fighting ability.

"Trying to dodge?"

Just as Lin Feng prepared to turn around, a long spear came whistling towards him, with formidable force and impeccable timing. Caught between the two, Lin Feng seemed doomed.

"Kill."

Lin Feng's sword flew out of his hand, directly piercing the chest of the person in front of him.

The man stood frozen in place, staring dumbfounded at the sword in his chest, never dreaming that at this moment, Lin Feng would dare to abandon his sword.

Although Lin Feng was indeed stronger than them, they outnumbered him. As long as one of them hit Lin Feng, he would undoubtedly be severely injured, and the price of injury was death. In such a perilous situation, how could they have expected Lin Feng to abandon his sword?

Staring fiercely at Lin Feng, the man wanted to witness how Lin Feng would be struck by the meteor hammer before he died.

"Boom!"

A domineering explosion resounded, the sword light even more radiant than before. Before the meteor hammer descended, the person wielding it had already lost his head, and in Lin Feng's hand, the flexible sword was stained with blood.

"I see." The man closed his eyes, his body collapsing.

Only then did the head fall from the sky, and the crowd stopped their attack. The radiant sword from earlier was something they knew they couldn't withstand.

The art of unsheathing the sword, where the sword must taste blood, produced a power at the moment of unsheathing that no one at the Eighth or Ninth Layer of the Qi Martial Realm could contend with.

The crowd forgot to attack, but Lin Feng did not forget. One radiant light after another bloomed, and with each light, blood served as a backdrop. No sword stroke was wasted, each one releasing its full power.

By now, Lin Feng had forgotten about mercy. Besides his composure, there was only indifference in his heart.

Nalan Hai watched as strong individuals fell one after another, his body trembling uncontrollably. These were all powerful martial artists of the Eighth and Ninth Layers of the Qi Martial Realm, a formidable force even in the city lord's mansion. Yet now, they were like straw, easily cut down by Lin Feng, one by one.

What made Lin Feng's sword so deadly, and why did his eyes, calm to the point of frightening Nalan Hai, seem to have changed the immersed-in-slaughter Lin Feng into a different person?

The sound of swords whistling grew louder, overshadowing the sound of rain. In the space ahead, only the crisscrossing sword qi remained, nothing else, and this sword qi was constantly strengthening.

"Escape."

Nalan Hai snapped out of his shock, with only one thought in his mind: get away from this demon.

Without any hesitation, Nalan Hai turned and ran.

"Now you want to leave? Isn't it a bit late?" A mocking voice sounded particularly harsh in the night. The sound of swords suddenly disappeared, leaving only the sound of Lin Feng's footsteps in the puddles.

Nalan Hai's steps were stiff. Facing Lin Feng, he forced out a smile uglier than crying.

"Lin Feng, you also know this has nothing to do with me. It's Miss who wants to kill you, I'm just following orders."

"I know." Lin Feng nodded, giving Nalan Hai a glimmer of hope.

"So, a dog, when killed, is just killed. There's no regret in death." Lin Feng's next words made Nalan Hai's body stiffen, as he saw the final radiant light of his life, consumed by it.

Watching the fallen Nalan Hai, Lin Feng's face remained expressionless. Turning to look at the bodies lying on the ground, Lin Feng lifted his foot and walked away gradually.

"Nalan Feng."

A low voice drifted from afar in the rainy night.

Lin Feng didn't know how long he had walked until he arrived in a dark wilderness, sitting cross-legged on the ground. The white aura around him swirled endlessly, the essence of heaven and earth qi transforming into a substantial gleam on his body, flowing around him. At the moment when the dark martial soul stirred, he knew he was about to break through.

It is said that the martial soul is a part of a martial artist's soul and can be spiritually connected. When the martial soul is about to awaken, the martial artist can sense it.

Sitting on the ground, Lin Feng frowned. At this moment, he had a strange feeling, an indescribable sensation, as if something was calling him from the depths of his soul.

Moments later, a tearing pain struck, making Lin Feng's heart tighten. He knew the most dangerous moment had arrived.

Only those with unwavering wills could undergo the awakening of their martial soul. This was a universally recognized truth on the continent. No one doubted that those with weak wills could not awaken their martial soul.

The tearing pain gradually intensified. Lin Feng had a hallucination that someone was tearing his soul apart, ripping his complete soul into fragments. The pain of this torn soul made Lin Feng instantly bite his own lips, blood seeping out.

"Pain, how can it be so painful." Lin Feng still underestimated the pain he would endure during the awakening of his martial soul. In his two lifetimes, the injuries he had suffered before were nothing compared to the pain he faced now. The pain of the torn soul was indescribable unless experienced firsthand.

The rain gradually stopped, leaving Lin Feng drenched. He couldn't tell if it was rain or sweat dripping from his body. At this moment, he forgot everything, only focusing on enduring the pain.

"Ah…" A hoarse roar erupted from Lin Feng's mouth. The pain had not subsided; an even more terrifying soul pain descended upon him, making him wish for death.

"If I can't bear this pain, my martial soul won't awaken. I'll continue to be bullied in this life, like being driven out of the family with my father, being dared to be killed by Lin Qian and Nalan, living in such humiliation, it's better not to live this life again."

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng persisted. His unwavering belief prevented the pain from overwhelming him. No one could stop his determination to become stronger, not even the heavens.

The pain could not erode Lin Feng's strong will. It seemed to fade away at any moment, and his tense heart relaxed slightly. There shouldn't be any problem with the awakening of his martial soul now.

"Sss… Ah!"

A sound of despair echoed, and Lin Feng suddenly trembled violently, feeling a pain several times more intense than before. He closed his eyes, blood flowing from his seven orifices.

"Damn it, I… Damn!" Lin Feng spat out a few words, his body trembling, and then fell straight down, unconscious.