115: Chapter 115 The Dark Side Under the Lamp, The Sword Demon Angrily Seizes the Imperial Treasure

The moment the "Momentum of Annihilation" took shape, every Martial Artist at or above the Gathered Crown Realm in the entire City of Chaos felt a tremor originating from the depths of their Souls.

They seemed to see a primordial god or demon standing tall between heaven and earth, slowly opening its eyes and looking down upon this world with the cold, indifferent gaze of one observing ants.

Before this "Momentum," their pitiful cultivation was as fragile as ice and snow under the sun; they couldn't even summon a single thought of resistance.

"This... what is this?!"

"Heavens! It's a Domain! It's the embryonic form of a Domain that only a powerhouse in the Martial Ancestor Realm can master!"

"That 'Sword Ghost' Night Wind... he... he's actually a Martial Ancestor?!"

In an instant, the entire City of Chaos fell into an unprecedented state of panic and awe.

As the instigator of it all, Lin Feng himself merely glanced calmly at his brand-new attribute panel and curled his lip.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Ninth-level Martial Soul Realm (Peak)]

[Cultivation Technique: Infinite Universe Art (Beginner)]

[Martial Skill: Slash of Gods and Demons (Perfection), Great Desolation Heaven-Imprisoning Finger (Perfection), Six Paths of Reincarnation Palm (Perfection), Wind and Thunder Sword (Perfection)]

[Movement Technique: Within Reach of the Horizon (Perfection)]

[Domain Embryo: Momentum of Annihilation]

[critical hit multiplier: 5000x]

[critical hit points: 0]

"Only an embryonic form? It seems that to truly step into the Martial Ancestor Realm, I'll need even more 'nourishment'."

Looking at his collection of Perfected Martial Skills, far from being satisfied, he felt the anxiety of lacking resources.

The City of Chaos—this den of vice that he once viewed as a "buffet base camp."

By now, he had squeezed out every last drop of profit from it.

The remaining small fry could no longer satisfy his ever-growing "appetite."

A furry head poked out from his collar; it was Huang Fugui.

It seemed to sense Lin Feng's thoughts, scratching his chest with its small claws, its tiny bean-like eyes filled with inquiry.

Lin Feng reached out to stroke its little head, his gaze shifting toward the distant east—the heart of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Where should I go next..."

Return to the capital for revenge?

That would undoubtedly be walking into a trap.

The Imperial Family's power was deeply entrenched; Martial Souls were everywhere, and Martial Ancestors were as common as dogs.

Though his strength had increased greatly, he was still just one man against many.

But if he didn't go back, where in this vast world could he find the "resources" to let him level up quickly?

Countless pieces of information flashed through Lin Feng's mind.

Finally, a crazy idea pierced through the fog like a bolt of lightning.

"Got it."

The corners of his mouth curled up into a cold smile.

"The most dangerous place is the safest place..."

He remembered a place—a place that made everyone turn pale at its mention, yet perfectly suited his needs.

The Demon Suppressing Tower!

That was the Forbidden Ground of the Great Xia Dynasty where the most heinous demons and death-row prisoners were held; it was heavily guarded and could be called a dragon's pool or a tiger's den.

But looking at it from another perspective, wasn't every prisoner inside a walking "experience pack" and "technique library"?

With the Critical Hit System, what he needed most were these endless "prey"!

More importantly, who would expect a wanted criminal hunted by the court to not flee to the ends of the earth, but instead actively crawl into the court's most tightly guarded prison?

This was hiding in plain sight!

With that thought, the plan took shape.

...

Seven days later, at Ghost's Sorrow Ravine.

The terrain here was treacherous, with ten-thousand-foot cliffs on both sides and only a narrow ancient path in the middle, like a scar carved by a giant axe.

This was the mandatory path to the capital, a strategic location contested by armies and infested by bandits since ancient times.

A massive convoy escorted by over a thousand Gold-Armored Guards was slowly driving into this natural cage like a long snake.

At the lead was a majestic general riding a tall horse, his aura having reached the fifth level of the Martial Soul Realm.

Looking at the sinister surroundings, an inexplicable sense of unease rose in his heart.

"Pass down the order! Full alert! Speed through this area!"

However, before his booming voice could completely dissipate in the valley...

A sudden change occurred!

A slender figure appeared without warning at the very front of the convoy like a wisp of green smoke, silently blocking everyone's path.

He wore simple hemp clothes and a plain bronze mask with no patterns, holding a rusty iron sword. He seemed to blend into the desolate surroundings, looking utterly unremarkable.

"Who goes there?! Are you blind? How dare you block the Imperial Tribute! You're looking for death!"

The majestic general was furious; he had never seen such a death-seeking madman.

He was just about to order a volley of ten thousand arrows to turn the man into a hedgehog.

But the figure in hemp clothes merely took a casual step forward.

Within Reach of the Horizon!

Whoosh!

With one step, space seemed to be infinitely compressed beneath his feet.

The figure vanished instantly from the spot and, in the next moment, crossed a hundred yards as if teleporting, appearing directly in front of the general!

"You..."

The general's pupils snapped to the size of needlepoints, the fury on his face instantly replaced by endless terror.

In his wildest dreams, he never expected the opponent's speed to be so fast that even his Divine Sense couldn't capture it!

He wanted to retreat, to draw his blade, to call for help, but it was already too late for any such thoughts!

Pfft!

A head filled with shock and confusion soared into the sky, blood staining the general's flag like a fountain.

[Ding! Successfully killed a fifth-level Martial Soul Realm Imperial Guard Commander!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 5100x! Obtained 5,000,000 critical hit points!]

The System's notification sounded like a bugle call signaling the start of a massacre.

Immediately after, Lin Feng's figure turned into a whirlwind of death rapidly weaving through the convoy.

"Slash of Gods and Demons!"

[5100x Critical Hit triggered!]

A terrifying sword light that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth in two emerged, carrying an aura that annihilated all things! That chilling Sword Intent caused the temperature of the entire valley to drop to the freezing point!

The thousands of well-trained, battle-hardened Gold-Scaled Guards were as fragile as fallen leaves in the autumn wind before this god-and-demon-like sword light.

The sophisticated armor they took pride in was easily torn apart like paper.

Amidst the chaos of falling men and horses, severed limbs and wreckage accompanied by desperate wails echoed through the clouds.

This was a one-sided slaughter with zero suspense.

In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, the entire Ghost's Sorrow Ravine was transformed into a Shura Hell.

Lin Feng did not kill everyone; he only slew those who resisted.

He walked leisurely past the laborers who were already scared out of their wits and kneeling for mercy, taking all the rare treasures and Heaven And Earth Treasures from the dozens of carts into his possession.

Before leaving, he used his finger as a brush, dipping it into the still-warm blood of the Imperial Guard Commander to leave a line of incredibly arrogant and domineering script on the most prominent prison carriage.

"Your treasures, I take. Your soldiers and generals, mere trash."

The signature was even more concise and full of mystery.

Sword Ghost.

...

The news spread back to the Imperial City like wildfire, shaking the entire court!

Demon Suppression Division Headquarters.

The atmosphere was as oppressive as the sea before a storm.

The Chief Commander, an ordinary-looking old man, was calmly reading the secret report in his hand.

His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, each tap making the hearts of all the high-ranking officials of the Demon Suppression Division present tighten.

"One man, one stick of incense, annihilated a thousand Gold-Scaled Guards, including a fifth-level Martial Soul Realm commander. Afterward, he even dared to leave a message in provocation..."

The Chief Commander's voice was very flat, showing no emotion.

"A total humiliation! This is the greatest humiliation our Demon Suppression Division has faced since its founding!"

The Chief Commander ignored him and instead turned his gaze toward a man standing below, wearing a dark iron mask and standing as straight as a spear.

"Qin Tian."

"Subordinate is here!"

Qin Tian, the Iron-Faced Judge, took a step forward, his voice as cold as iron.

"This person's Movement Technique is eerie, and his strength is at least at the Peak of the Martial Soul Realm, possibly even Half-step Martial Ancestor. You are the top tracker in our division; I give you one month and access to every resource available."

At this point, a sliver of cold killing intent finally flashed in the Chief Commander's eyes.

"Bring him back to me alive. I want to see for myself who has such audacity!"

"Subordinate obeys the command!"