238: You are not qualified to negotiate terms.

Lin Feng extended a hand, and a cluster of eerie flames materialized out of thin air.

The flames appeared as a strange, dark black, as if formed from congealed blood and endless resentful spirits, yet at its core, a golden lightning, capable of purifying all, shone through.

Asura Holy Fire.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature did not rise; instead, it sent a bone-chilling shiver through the Divine Souls of the six Nascent Soul Old Monsters.

“You have ten breaths to consider.”

Lin Feng’s indifferent voice, like the Grim Reaper’s final ultimatum, echoed in everyone’s hearts.

“Ten.”

He slowly uttered a single word.

The sound was not loud, but it struck the six people’s hearts like a heavy hammer.

Qing Yi Hermit, kneeling on the ground, trembled violently, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall.

He looked at the cluster of flames that seemed capable of incinerating Divine Souls, then at Lin Feng’s emotionless eyes.

He understood that the being before him was decisive and meticulous.

He slammed his head heavily against the solid ice, emitting a dull thud, his voice hoarse and sharp from extreme fear.

“Qingyi is willing to serve Senior as a dog and horse! To follow him forever, with no second thoughts!”

He prostrated himself on the ground, his posture utterly humble, not even daring to raise his head.

This scene stunned the other five people.

Even Lin Feng was slightly surprised by his decisive reaction.

Immediately, a playful smile curled on Lin Feng’s lips.

“Very good, you are very clever.”

He nodded approvingly, his gaze then sweeping over the remaining five, his tone turning sinister.

“Since that’s the case, you can all die.”

The instant his words fell, he flicked his finger.

The cluster of Asura Holy Fire transformed into a dark red streak of light, not shooting towards Qing Yi Hermit, who was closest, but instead arcing in a cunning trajectory, heading directly for Old Ancestor Extreme Yin, who was pinned in place by the immense pressure!

“No!”

Old Ancestor Extreme Yin watched, wide-eyed, as the fire of death approached, terrified to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, his eyes splitting with rage.

He wanted to hide, but his body couldn’t move.

He wanted to resist, but his magical power was as solid as iron.

“Senior, spare my life! I’m willing to surrender! I’m willing to surrender!”

He let out a desperate plea for mercy, his voice filled with endless regret and fear.

If he had known this, he would have been the first to kneel!

However, Lin Feng turned a deaf ear to his wails.

The speed of the Asura Holy Fire did not decrease in the slightest, landing precisely on Old Ancestor Extreme Yin’s body.

“Ah—!”

A scream, not human, erupted from Old Ancestor Extreme Yin’s mouth.

The dark red flames, as if alive, instantly burned through his protective Demonic Qi, greedily licking at his Physical Body and Divine Soul.

His body twisted and melted in the flames, and even his Nascent Soul, which had just left his body, let out an agonizing roar.

Black Xuanyin True Qi emanated from within him, but it was firmly confined by the golden lightning within the flames.

Lin Feng flipped his wrist, and a pitch-black, blood-eyed, infant-like Yao Beast appeared out of thin air.

It was the Soul-Devouring Beast.

“Go.”

The Soul-Devouring Beast let out a joyful shriek, opened its small mouth, and inhaled sharply.

The Xuanyin True Qi, which was extremely poisonous to ordinary Cultivators, was all sucked into its belly like rivers flowing into the sea.

The Soul-Devouring Beast let out a satisfied burp, and the aura around it actually solidified a bit more.

The remaining four watched in horror as Old Ancestor Extreme Yin completely vanished without even leaving ashes, their faces ashen, their bodies trembling like sieves.

Qing Yi Hermit remained prostrate on the ground, but a sense of relief at having escaped disaster surged within him.

He had made the right gamble.

This Senior was meticulous and utterly decisive, and any hesitation would lead to death!

Lin Feng did not stop.

He shifted his gaze, landing it on Wan Tianming.

The Asura Holy Fire drew an elegant arc in the air and shot out again.

“How dare you, young man!”

Wan Tianming’s face changed dramatically, and the instinct for survival made him unleash his full potential.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out an ancient small shield. The shield grew with the wind, instantly transforming into a light screen that protected his entire body.

This was his strongest life-saving ancient treasure!

But Lin Feng merely snorted coldly.

An invisible wave instantly slammed into Wan Tianming’s mind.

Wan Tianming felt as if his head had been struck by a giant hammer, his vision went black, and his consciousness experienced a momentary blank.

It was this momentary pause.

The Asura Holy Fire had arrived before him.

The light screen, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a Mid-Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, melted silently before the Holy Fire, like thin ice meeting the scorching sun.

The aura of death assailed him.

Wan Tianming was startled awake by this aura, his liver and guts splitting with fear, and he shrieked.

“I am willing to offer the Heaven Mending Pill! Spare my life!”

“Oh?”

Lin Feng’s movements paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He remembered that in the original work, it should have been Barbarian Hu who ultimately obtained this pill.

However, it made no difference to him who got it.

“Hand over the Heaven Mending Pill,” Lin Feng’s voice remained calm.

Wan Tianming felt the flames, so close that they almost singed his eyebrows, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth, clinging to a final sliver of hope, and stammered, “Senior, could you first swear a Heart Demon oath to spare my life?”

Lin Feng’s brow furrowed slightly.

“You are not qualified to negotiate with me.”

The cold words completely shattered all of Wan Tianming’s illusions.

He dared not utter any more nonsense, his hands trembling as he took out a jade box from his Storage Pouch and threw it forward with all his might.

He only hoped that the other party, as a Soul Transformation Stage mighty figure, would consider his reputation and not go back on his word.

Lin Feng waved his hand, drawing the jade box into his grasp, and with a sweep of his Divine Thought, confirmed its contents.

And at the same time he put away the Heaven Mending Pill.

The cluster of Asura Holy Fire, suspended before Wan Tianming, suddenly pounced forward, instantly engulfing his Physical Body completely.

“Ah, ah, ah! You don’t keep your word!”

Wan Tianming let out a venomous howl in the raging flames.

Lin Feng sneered, too lazy to bother with the impotent rage of this Righteous Path hypocrite.

He turned his head and cast his gaze upon the burly Barbarian Hu.

This Demonic Path titan, watching Wan Tianming burn to death, actually showed an expression of extreme excitement.

“Hahaha! Well killed! Well killed indeed!”

Barbarian Hu burst into laughter, his voice like thunder, “That old bastard Wan Tianming is finally dead! A satisfying death!”

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and slowly walked in front of Barbarian Hu.

He reached out and squeezed Barbarian Hu’s bulging, muscular arm, then nodded.

“This Physical Body is quite good.”

Barbarian Hu, upon hearing this evaluation, not only felt no fear but his eyes lit up.

He grinned broadly and laughed heartily, “If Senior fancies it, feel free to take this Physical Body and use it!”

“This Junior has only one request: I hope Senior can pass down my Heaven-Supporting Demonic Technique.”

Lin Feng’s heart stirred, and he gave him a deep look.

This brute was quite a character.

He nodded.

Receiving the affirmative reply, a look of relief appeared on Barbarian Hu’s face.

He clasped his fist at Lin Feng and, without hesitation, self-dissolved his body.

His Nascent Soul transformed into a streak of light, rushing into Reincarnation, without even a hint of pain.

Self-dissolving one's body still offered a chance at Reincarnation.

If he died by Lin Feng’s hand, it would be true Divine Soul annihilation.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Feng stored Barbarian Hu’s Physical Body and the Cultivation Technique Jade Slip.

He turned his head, looking at the two remaining people on the field.

Heavenly Enlightenment Master, and the Old Farmer.

These two, lacking Barbarian Hu’s free spirit or Wan Tianming’s bargaining chip, now knelt on the ground, their faces ashen, utterly despairing.

Lin Feng was too lazy to waste any more words with them. He turned to Purple Spirit and Ling Yuling beside him, a smile appearing on his face.

“Purple Spirit, Jade Spirit.”

“Haven’t you two always wanted to practice?”

“Here are two good targets.”

Upon hearing this, the two women’s beautiful eyes immediately lit up with excitement.

Lin Feng waved his hand, lifting the pressure on Heavenly Enlightenment Master and the Old Farmer, but he silently planted a Restriction within their bodies.

He said, “I’ll give you a chance to live.”

“As long as you can escape from the two of them, you will live.”

Heavenly Enlightenment Master and the Old Farmer exchanged glances, both seeing the desperate desire for survival in the other’s eyes.

They dared not hesitate in the slightest. Almost the instant the pressure disappeared, they each transformed into a streak of light, fleeing for their lives in two different directions with all their might, fearing that Lin Feng would go back on his word.

Purple Spirit and Ling Yuling chuckled, also transforming into two streaks of light, chasing after them.

Lin Feng stood with his hands behind his back, watching the four streaks of light disappear into the horizon, his expression completely unperturbed.

He was not worried.

Ling Yuling possessed the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light, which was most effective against Five Elements Cultivation Techniques.

And Heavenly Enlightenment Master and the Old Farmer, one with a wood Spiritual Root and the other with an earth Spiritual Root, could not stir up any waves in front of Ling Yuling.