Chapter 1951 - 33: No One Dares to Challenge

"Let me watch you show off in front of me!"

"I’ll let you show off!"

"Watch me kick you to death, you little scoundrel!"

"We’ll see if you dare to show off in front of me again!"

Bang bang bang...

Lin Feng shouted while wildly kicking Sikong Yun.

Sikong Yun felt so depressed he wanted to die.

He had not even managed to display his full cultivation before being knocked down by Lin Feng.

Thus losing the ability to resist.

What followed was a brutal beating scarcely meant for human eyes.

Now Sikong Yun regretted his decisions immensely.

Why didn’t he dodge just now?

He shouldn’t have attacked first.

He should have retreated and waited for his body to regain its youthful state.

To wait for his strength to recover fully.

But it was too late for regret.

Sikong Yun’s body had just returned to a youthful state, and he struggled to get up and fight Lin Feng to the death.

But before he could get up, Lin Feng delivered another kick.

Sikong Yun’s face and body were covered with shoe prints.

Moreover, Sikong Yun felt that Lin Feng kicked with ruthless force.

Because he felt as though many of his bones were broken.

"Ah!"

Sikong Yun roared with rage, "Lin, I will fight you to the death!"

He struggled to get up.

But he was met once again with the sole of Lin Feng’s shoe.

Bang!

This kick landed heavily on Sikong Yun’s face.

Sikong Yun heard the crackling sound.

His nose was broken.

His teeth were kicked out.

What was that warm substance?

Damn it.

Blood!

"You still dare to shout! I’ll beat you to death!"

Bang bang bang...

Lin Feng continued to kick Sikong Yun, foot after foot.

Around them, countless cultivators were watching with eyes wide and mouths agape.

Even some cultivators in the midst of duels on other martial arts platforms twitched at the corners of their mouths upon seeing this scene.

After all, Sikong Yun was a top-tier Heavenly Pride.

Yet he had been beaten into this state.

Seeing Lin Feng’s seemingly innocent smile, many people felt shivers running down their spines.

Sikong Yun could do nothing but get beaten, and in his extreme anger, he coughed up three mouthfuls of blood.

Then he fainted.

Lin Feng nudged Sikong Yun with his foot and realized he was indeed unconscious, muttering, "Damn, couldn’t even take a beating?"

Many people internally sighed.

"Big brother, you’ve almost beaten him to death; isn’t it normal for him to faint?"

"Get down there!"

Lin Feng kicked Sikong Yun down.

The people from Taixu Palace hurriedly leaped into the sky to catch Sikong Yun.

Taixu Palace had an ancestor-level expert presiding over the scene.

This ancestor-level expert’s face was as calm as still water.

With a somber face, he said, "Who among you will deal with that kid and restore the reputation of Taixu Palace? You’ll be heavily rewarded when we get back!"

There were still a few powerful cultivators on the Taixu Palace’s side.

One of them had even been on the Heavenly Pride List two thousand years ago, ranking ninety-seventh.

But now.

All these people had somber expressions and remained silent; no one stepped forward.

Lin Feng’s methods had truly frightened everyone.

If someone could defeat Lin Feng, it would be fine.

But what if they couldn’t win?

Would they end up the same as Sikong Yun?

Beaten half to death in front of so many people?

How could they continue to mingle in the cultivator world afterward?

They would inevitably become the topic of tea and meal-time conversations for countless people.

They would become a laughingstock for countless others.

So without absolute confidence in defeating Lin Feng.

No one was willing to provoke Lin Feng at this moment.

Upon seeing that none of the disciples dared to fight.

The ancestor of Taixu Palace was livid with anger, his face turning iron-blue.

But in the end, he could only sigh.

Now, calming down.

Thinking carefully.

He could understand the thoughts of these disciples.

Challenging Lin Feng now was indeed unwise.

...

After resting for fifteen minutes, Lin Feng’s martial arts challenge continued.

But no one dared to challenge him.

Other platforms were all in the heat of battle.

Yet his platform alone.

Had him standing there idly all by himself.

Lin Feng’s strength was formidable, and his methods could not be described as ruthless but shameless.

If it were a normal defeat.

Perhaps many people would unhesitatingly challenge Lin Feng.

But the key was that everyone feared if they lost, they would share Sikong Yun’s fate.

People care about their dignity as much as a tree cares about its bark.

In life.

Many people hold face in very high regard.

Experiencing something like what happened to Sikong Yun would be more unbearable than death.

Thus resulting in Lin Feng’s platform being unchallenged by anyone.

...

"This guy sure is enjoying his leisure!"

The Heavenly Dragon Saint Ancestor remarked.

The Phoenix Old Mother smiled wryly and said, "This kid... really is..."

The Phoenix Old Mother found it difficult to find an exact word to describe Lin Feng.

The Red Dust Immortal Venerable rubbed his forehead, somewhat exasperated.

Regarding this person whose fate was intertwined with his own.

This tribulation-born person of his.

Just what kind of character is he?

After some thought, the Red Dust Immortal Venerable said, "A scourge!"

The Phoenix Old Mother nodded immediately, saying, "That’s right! A scourge! A complete scourge! This word describes him too perfectly!"

...

Lin Feng pulled out a chair and a table, brewing a pot of tea.

Then while sipping spiritual tea.

He enjoyed watching the battles on the various platforms.

Seeing Lin Feng leisurely crossing his legs while drinking spiritual tea on the platform.

Many couldn’t help but smile wryly.

What kind of weirdo was this guy?

"Little Fengzi, you’re awesome!"

Someone yelled loudly.

Lin Feng saw it was the fatty.

"Ga ga ga! Ga ga ga!"

The little donkey brayed, seemingly greeting Lin Feng.

Lin Feng waved his hand at the fatty and the little donkey.

"Brother Scum is famous now..."

The disciples of the Reincarnation Immortal Sect said with wry smiles.

Back then, Lin Feng had stirred up public outrage in the Reincarnation Immortal Sect.

He took away the three Immortals: Xia Shiyun, Bai Yuxin, and Nangong Qimeng.

And the three Immortals stayed in the desolate mountain where Lin Feng lived for a whole month before being released.

Who knows what happened during that month?

Lin Feng’s reputation as a scoundrel spread through the Reincarnation Immortal Sect from then on.

"He used to only bring trouble to our Immortal Sect; now he’s out stirring up storms. It’s going to give these great forces something to worry about now!"

Then someone else continued.

This disciple’s words struck a chord with everyone.

"He used to be such a good kid, and after following Master Turtle, he got led astray!"

The old ancestor of the Reincarnation Immortal Sect, Xuanqingzang, said helplessly.

Back then, a group of them failed to get Lin Feng back from Master Turtle, and later they contacted the Lord of the Sect.

But the Sect Master advised them not to fight Master Turtle for disciples.

After all, Master Turtle is the highest-ranked figure in the Reincarnation Immortal Sect.

Although many times, the things Master Turtle does are hard for everyone to accept.

But displeasure aside, they could only keep it to themselves.

Moreover, in some ways, Master Turtle is considered the Guardian God of the Reincarnation Immortal Sect.

"Hmm, Young Master Yu..."

Originally drinking spiritual tea while watching the battles on the platform, Lin Feng squinted his eyes, actually recognizing an old acquaintance.

The son of the Heavenly Demon Emperor.

Young Master Yu.

He too had come to Jiuzhou.