157: Annihilate them all

"Junior Martial Uncle!" Yun Tianhe's eyes were splitting with rage, filled with both shock and anger.

He looked at the Cultivator in green robes whose aura was gradually calming down, but whose eyes were colder than ice, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

Ice, Fire, Lightning, Wood... what kind of monster is this?

At this very moment, the entire battlefield was deathly silent.

The Blood Fiend Sect Disciples were ashen-faced, trembling all over, lacking even the courage to flee.

The female Cultivators of the Illusory Moon Sect stood frozen on the spot, Shui Qingxue's red lips slightly parted, her beautiful eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

She watched the man in the green shirt fluttering in the field, who had successively displayed various powerful elemental Cultivation Techniques, and a storm surged in her heart.

This had completely exceeded her understanding of the Foundation Establishment Mid-stage cultivation level.

Lin Feng turned slowly, his gaze locking onto the panic-stricken Yun Tianhe, the fire sword in his hand igniting once again:

"Now, it is time to settle the debts from before."

Seeing his Junior Martial Uncle turned into ashes, Yun Tianhe was terrified, that bit of ferocity completely drowned by fear.

He let out a strange cry, retracted his blood cicada saber, and a flash of blood light enveloped his body; he was actually attempting to use a blood escape technique to flee!

"Want to leave?"

Lin Feng's eyes turned fierce as he formed hand seals with both hands. Two beams of icy white light arrived before the blood light had fully formed, striking precisely upon the blood light surging around Yun Tianhe.

The power of extreme cold erupted, and the Spiritual Qi light of the blood escape technique solidified and faltered.

In that instant, Lin Feng transformed into a bolt of lightning and appeared before Yun Tianhe, his fire sword thrusting out without any fancy movements, carrying the resolve to avenge Mu Yurou.

"No!" Only desperate fear remained in Yun Tianhe's eyes.

"Puchi!"

The fire sword pierced through his heart, and the violent fire Spiritual Qi burned his heart meridians to ash. Yun Tianhe's body stiffened, the light in his eyes rapidly dimming, and he collapsed heavily to the ground and died, filled with endless regret and unwillingness.

With the leaders all executed, the remaining Blood Fiend Sect Disciples were already Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and under the siege of the Puppets and the Illusory Moon Sect Cultivators, they were quickly wiped out.

The valley temporarily returned to silence, with only the whimpering sound of the wind blowing over the rocks and the faint scent of blood lingering in the air.

Lin Feng let out a long breath, the lightning and Spiritual Pressure around his body gradually subsiding.

He scanned the battlefield, looking at the few Stone Puppets and vine Puppets that were completely wrecked, a flash of heartache crossing his eyes.

These Puppet Materials were rare, and refining them was not easy.

But there was more relief; this actual combat had fully verified the feasibility of multi-type Puppet cooperative combat, and the power far exceeded expectations.

"It seems I need to refine more in the future," he thought to himself.

At this time, the five female Cultivators of the Illusory Moon Sect walked over, supporting each other.

The leader, Shui Qingxue, was not lightly injured and her face was pale, but she still forced herself to stand, bowing solemnly to Lin Feng with a voice that carried weak but sincere gratitude:

"Shui Qingxue of the Illusory Moon Sect, along with my four Junior Sisters, thank you Fellow Daoist for saving our lives! May I ask for your name, Fellow Daoist? Our Illusory Moon Sect will surely repay this kindness!"

The four younger female Cultivators behind her also hurriedly bowed, but their expressions were much more complex.

A round-faced female Cultivator secretly looked up at Lin Feng, her eyes filled with gratitude for surviving the ordeal, but more so with a kind of awe, and even a trace of fear, after all, the strength and methods Lin Feng had just displayed were too astonishing.

Another tall female Cultivator glanced from time to time at the extreme yin essence emerging from the ground, then looked at Lin Feng, her lips pressed slightly, her face filled with obvious worry, fearing that this mysterious and powerful Cultivator had also come to snatch the treasure.

The other two female Cultivators seemed not to have recovered from the brutal battle, keeping their heads down, hands tightly clenched, bodies trembling slightly, not daring to look directly at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took in all their reactions, understanding in his heart.

His expression was calm as he returned the bow, his tone indifferent: "I saw an injustice and acted; it was a mere trifle, Fellow Daoists need not take it to heart."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the piece of extreme yin essence before moving away, looking at Shui Qingxue, and stating directly: "Since this item is needed by your sect, I, Lin, have no intention of competing for it. You are not lightly injured, and this place is not suitable for staying long; it would be best to collect the treasure quickly and leave this place of trouble."

Hearing Lin Feng clearly state that he would not compete for the treasure, the tall female Cultivator was visibly relieved, the worry on her face disappearing, replaced by shame and gratitude.

The other female Cultivators also relaxed, their gazes toward Lin Feng becoming friendlier.

A flash of surprise and appreciation crossed Shui Qingxue's eyes; she had not expected Lin Feng to be so open and honest.

She bowed deeply once more: "Fellow Daoist is righteous, Qingxue admires you! Great kindness needs no thanks; in the future, if there is any need, the Illusory Moon Sect will surely assist with all our might!"

Lin Feng nodded slightly, saying no more.

He skillfully collected the Storage Pouches of Yun Tianhe and the Emaciated Old Man, as well as the blood cicada saber, and also took away the valuable items from the other Blood Fiend Sect Disciples.

Subsequently, he cupped his hands to Shui Qingxue and the others: "Farewell." After speaking, he turned and flew away, his figure quickly disappearing into the mountains.

Leaving the five members of the Illusory Moon Sect looking in the direction of his departure, their feelings complex.

Shui Qingxue did not delay further, quickly collecting the extreme yin essence, and took her Junior Sisters away from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

Lin Feng flew through the clouds, the Spiritual Qi in his body still somewhat turbulent from the intense battle just now, the sharp aura brought by consecutively killing two Late Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators not yet fully calmed.

He was just pondering the matter of refining Puppets and breaking through to the Late Stage after returning to his sect, when two figures appeared silently at the mountain pass ahead, blocking his way.

These two did not deliberately emit Spiritual Pressure, but just by standing there, the flow of surrounding Spiritual Qi seemed to slow down by a few degrees.

Lin Feng's heart jolted; he immediately steadied the wine immortal gourd, suspended in mid-air, and cupped his hands in a salute: "This Junior greets the two Seniors."

He lowered his gaze, restrained his Divine Sense, and tried his best to smooth out the Spiritual Qi fluctuations around his body that were active from the battle, revealing not a shred of sharpness.

The cold-faced Cultivator on the left glanced at him: "Foundation Establishment Mid-stage? Coming from this direction, have you sensed any violent Spiritual Qi tremors?"

Lin Feng's heart tightened slightly; knowing he could not hide his path, he respectfully replied: "Replying to Senior, this Junior did indeed pass by the Badou Mountain Range direction. I sensed from afar that there were Cultivators fighting, and the momentum was not small. My cultivation is shallow, so I did not dare to go closer to pry, and circled around to here."

The middle-aged Cultivator on the right with a relatively calm face let his gaze linger on him for a moment, as if probing something, then spoke indifferently: "The Blood Fiend Qi on your body, though faint, cannot be hidden from us. It is evident that it is not as simple as just 'passing by'."

Cold sweat seeped from Lin Feng's back; he knew the other party's aura was not weaker than his Revered Master's, with a cultivation level of at least Mid-stage Core Formation, and their perception was exceptionally keen.

He dared not quibble, and had to lower his posture even further: "Senior is wise. This Junior was indeed inadvertently caught on the edge and almost suffered as an innocent bystander. Fortunately, I ran fast, and thus luckily escaped; I truly dare not hide anything."

The cold-faced Cultivator snorted coldly, appearing to have lost interest in such "trivial matters," and stopped looking at him.

The middle-aged Cultivator then asked indifferently again: "Have you detected any peculiar people or abnormal auras? For example, strange Cultivation Techniques, or fluctuations of exotic treasures?"

Lin Feng's thoughts raced, but his face showed an expression of trying hard to recall, mixed with confusion, and he hesitated: "This... at the time I was only concerned with fleeing for my life and did not dare to extend my Divine Sense far. I only felt that the Cultivation Techniques of both sides were fierce and ruthless, not of a good sort, but specifically... it is truly hard to distinguish."