328: Chapter 327 Who is the hunter? Who is the prey?

The Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect was the first to strike. His voice was like a great bronze bell, making the Void Realm hum and vibrate. "You have acted perversely in the Secret Realm, plundering our Sect's divine medicine and humiliating our Sect's first disciple! You have committed heinous crimes! Today is the day you die!"

"If you hand over the divine medicine and the Demon God Legacy now, cripple your own cultivation, and follow me to the Ten Thousand Sword Sect's Sword Tomb to kneel and repent, perhaps I will show mercy and leave your corpse intact!"

"Amitabha..."

A Buddhist Bodhisattva, clad in a kasaya with a golden wheel of Karma behind his head, pressed his palms together and spoke with a benevolent expression. "Benefactor, your killing spree is too heavy, and your demonic nature is deeply rooted. You should come with this poor monk to Spirit Mountain to reflect on your sins. Entrusting the treasures on your person to my Buddha's care will serve to wash away your sins; this too is a form of karmic reward."

"Bah! Hypocrite!" The Master of the Demon God Palace roared with all nine heads simultaneously, a deafening sound. "This brat stole my son's tiger fangs and injured countless children of my Yao Race! I will swallow him alive! I'll crush his bones to pieces!"

Faced with this scene of being accused by a thousand people and hunted by ten thousand, an ordinary person would have been scared witless, likely unable to even stand straight.

Even Princess Yao Ji, a princess of the Demon Realm, was as pale as paper. Her palms gripping the demon sword were slick with cold sweat, and her body trembled slightly.

"Boss... we've really blown it this time."

Yao Ji swallowed hard, her voice trembling. "Thirteen Immortal Kings, plus the regular army of the Heavenly Court. And looking at this setup, they've brought their Sect-Protecting Treasures. Even if you are the Immortal King of Myriad Daos, your Breakthrough was just now and isn't stable. Two fists can't fight four hands, and a hero can't withstand a pack of wolves. How about... we use that 'Space Jump' move and slip away first?"

Although Nezha was a belligerent fellow who feared nothing in heaven or earth, looking at the sky full of gods and Buddhas, he also shrunk his neck and tightened his grip on the Fire-Tipped Spear.

"Boss, there are a lot of people on the other side, and that bald donkey looks like he's not to be messed with. Should I go back to Chentang Pass to call for reinforcements? Or should I go steal Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King's pagoda? As long as he doesn't have the pagoda, that old man is a total weakling."

Only Lin Feng remained as calm as a breeze, as if the group of murderous powerhouses before him were just a bunch of relatives coming to collect a debt.

Not only was he not flustered in the slightest, he even leisurely pulled out a grandmaster's chair from his storage ring and sat down in mid-air under everyone's watchful eyes.

That wasn't all; he also pulled out a handful of melon seeds and even a pot of steaming immortal tea, pouring a cup for Yao Ji and Nezha.

"Come, come, drink some tea, don't be nervous. This is the Dao-Enlightenment Tea I just dug up inside; it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Crack."

The sound of a melon seed shell cracking was particularly piercing in the silent and tense standoff.

The faces of all the powerhouses present turned green.

What kind of attitude was this?

This was blatant contempt! It was rubbing their dignity into the dirt!

"Lin Feng! How dare you be so arrogant when death is at your doorstep!" Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King's beard shook with rage, and the pagoda in his hand was trembling. "Do you really think we don't dare to kill you?"

"Slip away? Why slip away?"

Lin Feng spat out a melon seed shell, patted the dust off his hands, and scanned the circle of high-and-mighty powerhouses with a playful gaze. "Yao Ji, your perspective is still too narrow. Since you're following me now, you need to take a longer view."

"Do you think we are the ones being surrounded right now?"

Yao Ji was stunned and looked at the densely packed enemies all around. "Isn't that the case? There are people in front, behind, left, right, above, and below! Not even a mosquito could fly out!"

"No, no, no."

Lin Feng extended a finger and shook it gently, his face showing that signature "kindly" smile that made people want to punch him twice.

"You've got the relationship between hunter and prey all wrong."

He slowly stood up and put away the grandmaster's chair and tea set.

As he rose, an invisible ripple began to spread in all directions. It wasn't ordinary magical power; it was pure rules, the "Dao" that transcended everyone present.

"System, wake up. Turn on the panoramic scanning function. Evaluate the total value of these 'walking experience packs.' Calculate it carefully for me; don't miss the spare change in their pockets."

The light in Lin Feng's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

That wasn't the look of someone seeing enemies at all; it was the look of someone seeing a group of walking ATMs, a bunch of leeks waiting for him to harvest.

"Everyone, since you are so enthusiastic and have come all this way to give me gifts, I would be remiss to decline."

Lin Feng stretched, his bones making a series of popping sounds like crackling beans. The Laws of Ten Thousand Daos condensed behind him into a nine-colored halo that reached from heaven to earth, holy and majestic.

He looked at the powerhouses, whose expressions were gradually turning sour as a faint unease rose in their hearts, and said indifferently:

"Let me correct what I said earlier."

"It's not that I've been surrounded by you."

"It's that—you've been surrounded by me, alone."

Before his voice had even faded, Lin Feng's figure suddenly vanished into thin air.

In the next second, a crisp slap rang out between heaven and earth, like a sudden clap of thunder.

"Slap!"

The Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, who had been standing atop the clouds with his hands behind his back looking full of prestige, was sent flying like a high-speed spinning top. Half his face was instantly mangled, and teeth sprayed out mixed with blood.

The seven protective immortal swords he was so proud of fell to the ground with a clatter, like startled sparrows.

Lin Feng's figure appeared where the Old Ancestor had originally stood. He shook his hand with a look of disgust:

"His skin is so thick it made my hand hurt."

Then, he suddenly looked up and let out a thunderous shout that echoed through the world:

"Robbery! Men on the left, women on the right, and hermaphrodites in the middle! Hand over everything valuable! If anyone dares to hide anything, I'll show them why the flowers are so red!"