“BOOOM!”
The crowd was stunned. They couldn’t believe their eyes. How was that possible? Really, how was that possible?
At the moment when Hei Mo temporarily enhanced his power to have the strength of the seventh Ling Qi layer, they all thought that Lin Feng was going to be exterminated by Hei Mo’s flames. They all thought that Hei Mo would easily kill Lin Feng. But Lin Feng remained calm throughout the entire battle. He had taught the crowd a lesson to not be so quick to judge. His sword had pierced straight through Hei Mo’s chest.
Yu Qiu was stupefied. Lin Feng had surprisingly killed Hei Mo with his sword.
“Yan Er.”
The leader of the Nie Clan stood up. The smile that he had on his face a moment before had completely disappeared. He was shocked. How… How could it turn out like this?
“Rrrghgghghh…….”
The only sound that came from Hei Mo’s mouth was something that sounded bestial. His long and messy hair was flowing in the wind. The black lines which covered his body were unceasingly moving while a surge of deadly Qi emerged from him.
“Die!” shouted Hei Mo. His fist rushed towards Lin Feng and crashed onto his body. Lin Feng’s sword slipped from his grip and his body was pushed backwards. That punch left a black mark on Lin Feng’s chest. His clothes were completely burned where the punch had landed.
“Psss…” Blood was flowing from the corner of Lin Feng’s mouth. Hei Mo was walking like a madman towards Lin Feng. When he arrived in front of Lin Feng, he punched him again and Lin Feng’s body flew away. Blood filled the air.
“Die!”
Hei Mo was in a frenzy. He was completely insane. Surprisingly, Lin Feng had injured him with his sword. If he had bent down an inch, Lin Feng’s sword would have penetrated directly into his heart. That was an extraordinary humiliation for him.
He was walking very fast. At that moment, Hei Mo really looked like a demon. He wanted to brutally slaughter Lin Feng.
But at that moment, an extremely cold and powerful force emerged. It was so freezing cold that it made Hei Mo stop. The crowd was also stupefied. They looked behind Lin Feng. Not far from him, there was a pure and holy silhouette. She was walking slowly towards Lin Feng.
“It’s her again.” The crowd was astonished. It seemed like she was ready to attack. In the end, Lin Feng couldn’t compete with Hei Mo, but nobody would make fun of Lin Feng. Hei Mo’s strength was too incredible. Lin Feng had already achieved something great and had nearly killed Hei Mo. Lin Feng could be proud of himself. Everybody would remember that.
But what stupefied the crowd is that Lin Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his hand and said to the silhouette behind him: “Let me do it myself.”
Meng Qing looked at him with a strange expression. She wanted to shake her head. How was she supposed to watch Lin Feng die and not help him?
At that moment, Lin Feng stood up. He looked like a proud and lonely man. He was firm and tenacious.