Sen Lin had seen Feng Feiyun at the sacred lake so he had a deep impression of him. It should be said that all the disciples from the ten halls had a deep impression of Feng Feiyun. This was a character that gave them headaches.
Sen Lin quickly steadied himself and took a deep breath. How could he lose his composure like this? Wasn't this just a poisoned demon's son? What was there to be afraid of?
So it was the demon's son!
Xue Yi and the other disciples from the Seventh Hall became alert. The former number one genius of the Jin Dynasty couldn't be underestimated even after being poisoned by Yama's Decay Blood.
The young ladies from the Feng got up from the ground. Their hair was messy and their clothes were torn in many places. They clutched their chests and stared at this young man who made all the disciples from the Senluo Temple act as if they were facing a great enemy.
Their pretty eyes were full of curiosity. They had heard about this legendary hero from the Feng Clan. Even though he was expelled from the clan, many young ladies and young nobles still admired him and considered him to be the pride of the Feng Clan.
Feng Qingyu was infatuated with Feng Feiyun. This was the number one genius of the Jin Dynasty, a cousin who had beaten countless heroes into submission. She had wanted to meet him for a long time and today, her dream had finally come true.
She was trembling with excitement as she carefully stared at Feng Feiyun with admiration as if she was looking at an idol. Even though he was poisoned and had a weathered face, she still saw that he still had a heroic and arrogant aura. No one else could compare to him.
"Cousin, if you're back, then these heretics won't be able to get away scot-free." Feng Qingyu had this thought and had a blind admiration for Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun slightly glanced at her. She immediately blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
"Cousin, these heretics wanted to bully me and my sister. You have to avenge us and beat them until their teeth fall all over the ground."
Feng Qinglan was still young and had been stripped down to her pink underwear. She was sitting on the ground with tears streaming down her face.
Feng Feiyun slowly walked over and took off his loose robe to cover her: "Even though I'm no longer a disciple of the Feng, since you called me cousin, I won't let anyone bully you anymore."
Feng Feiyun was not a cold person. In his previous life, he was a phoenix that hatched from an egg without parents or siblings. He didn't even know where he came from. Thus, he placed great importance on family in this life. Even though he was expelled from the Feng, he only hated the ancestors and clan master of the Feng, not the other disciples.
Feng Qinglan's snow-white fingers tightly gripped the clothes on her body. Her heart was beating exceptionally fast, as if she was being hugged by the person she loved.
"Whoosh!"
Xue Yi flew down from the warship with a black spear in hand. Two beast souls circled around his body as he sneered: "Feng Feiyun, do you still think you're the demon's son who could defeat Nalan Hongtao? You're just a piece of trash who doesn't have long to live right now."
Feng Feiyun suddenly turned around with a sharp gaze. Two fiery rays shot out from his eyes. An invisible divine intent came out and caused Xue Yi's legs to tremble. He couldn't stand still and took three steps back. His golden boots were pierced through.
"The demon's son is only a short-lived ghost. I'll take his demon blood and offer it to the Supreme Elder."
A skinny disciple from the Seventh Hall flew out. His black robe fell off his body and turned into a black gale that engulfed this area.
"Killing the demon's son will make you famous."
"Feng Feiyun dares to interfere in our Seventh Hall's business? He's touching a tiger's butt. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll think he's so great."
Following that, another two disciples from the Seventh Divine Palace took out their Cosmic Weapons and each of them cast out nine demonic spells. The spells turned into ripples that floated in the air with terrifying power.
The young misses of the Feng Clan were so scared that they hid together. These heretical disciples were too powerful. Any one of them had a higher cultivation than their fathers. They were like Asuras that came out from hell. "Can this legendary cousin really beat them away?"
Only Feng Qingyu and Feng Qinglan had absolute faith in Feng Feiyun. They had a fanatical worship and only wanted to see Feng Feiyun killing everyone. This was their idol, a godlike man.
Feng Feiyun reached out with his palm. It wasn't fast, but the image of a dragon-tiger appeared. This was the power of a dragon-tiger.
The strength of a tiger was equal to the strength of ten bulls, which was a force of 10,240,000 Jin.
A dragon-tiger could carry a mountain. Even some Heaven's Mandate cultivators wouldn't necessarily be able to unleash the power of a dragon-tiger.
The image of a dragon-tiger dozens of meters tall appeared. It had a dragon's head and a tiger's body. It was covered in scales just like a real ancient dragon-tiger. It was the size of a small mountain, instilling fear in others.
"Pluff! Pluff! Pluff!"
The three disciples from the Seventh Divine Hall were sent flying by the power of the dragon and tiger. Their bodies exploded and turned into three clouds of blood mist. Blood droplets fell into the fast-flowing Jin River.
Feng Feiyun took the initiative and killed decisively. His body was countless times faster than the wind. After just one round, seven cries rang out. Seven disciples of the Seventh Palace had their internal organs crushed, lying on the ground like a pile of mud.
The scene was so terrifying that all the disciples of the Seventh Divine Hall who were still alive were so frightened that their legs cramped up. Two of them turned around and fled. Their bodies shot up and turned into two streaks of dark light, flying to the other side of the Jin River in just a breath's time. They were only the size of two black dots as they fled in the direction of Longzhe Prefecture.
"Pluff! Pluff!"
Feng Feiyun stood outside the Heaven Gate and pointed out with two fingers. Two black beams of light pierced through the two disciples of the Seventh Palace. They fell to the ground, blood flowing out from their bodies.
"Everyone, go all out! I don't believe that we can't defeat a dead man with so many of us!"
Xue Yi took the lead with his black spear. The two Exotic Beast Fighting Souls coiled around him rushed out as well, leading the thirteen elite disciples of the Seventh Palace with a murderous aura.
Xue Yi was naturally not easy to deal with. He could be considered a hero among the younger generation of the Seventh Palace. His talent was even more extraordinary. He had already reached the level of a heaven-defying genius.
"Dragon King's First Slash!"
A white brilliance appeared in Feng Feiyun's hand. A huge stone saber appeared in his hand. He stood straight and slashed with the saber. With a loud dragon roar, a long white dragon flew out.
After one slash, the thirteen elite disciples of the Seventh Palace were all cut in half at the waist. Their internal organs turned into a bloody pulp and flowed out.
"Bang!"
The black spear in Xue Yi's hand broke. The two Exotic Beast Fighting Souls were crushed. There was a foot-long saber mark on his body. The overbearing saber aura surged into his body, shattering his soul. His body fell straight down.
With just one slash, he had killed 14 elites from the Seventh Divine Hall, including a leader of the younger generation like Xue Yi.
Feng Feiyun put away his saber and propped himself up before coughing again.
The young ladies from the Feng were so shocked that their jaws almost fell off. This was the legendary number one genius of the Jin Dynasty? Too handsome, too powerful. Killing these heretics was as easy as cutting vegetables.
Sen Lin was the only one who was still alive. At this moment, he could no longer stand steadily and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Whoosh!"
A jade talisman flew out of his hand and turned into a white shuttle flying towards the horizon. He wanted to send a message to a super expert from the Seventh Palace.
Feng Feiyun unleashed another slash and shattered the talisman.
Sen Lin wanted to use this chance to escape. His blood began to burn as he used a forbidden heretical art to increase his speed. A bloody cloud appeared beneath his feet as he tried to fly away.
"Come back!" Feng Feiyun's voice came from above.
A huge palm imprint descended from the sky. Flames curled around it, and there were countless patterns on it. It directly crushed Sen Lin's body, turning him into dust.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. It didn't take more than a minute for all the disciples from the Seventh Palace to perish on the spot.
Nevertheless, Feng Feiyun didn't feel any sense of accomplishment. The cultivators from the Seventh Palace were more than one level stronger than the Feng. They have been in Longzhe for four days now, did they manage to take the ancestral ground?
If the Seventh Hall were to break through the ancestral ground, the Feng would be destroyed for sure. The Nine Doves Gown would also be taken away. This was something Feiyun didn't want to see.
"The Nine Doves Gown is the only thing my mother left me. Anyone who dares to covet it will die." Feng Feiyun thought to himself. He didn't linger and rushed towards Longzhe.
"Cousin Feiyun, wait." Feng Qingyu mustered her courage and chased after him.
Feng Feiyun stopped and didn't turn around: "What is it?"
Qingyu's eyes were sparkling with tears: "The heretics from the Seventh Hall slaughtered my family. My father, uncle, and grandfather died to their hands. My sister and I have no home to go back to, can we come with you?"
Feng Qinglan also bit her lips with tears in her eyes while looking at Feiyun with a pitiful expression.
"No."
With that, Feng Feiyun activated his Swift Samsara and turned into a gust of wind. He crossed the vast Jin River and the Wuzhe Mountain Range like a specter flying through the air towards the Feng Clan's ancestral ground.
If it wasn't for the Yama's Decay Blood and the Feng Clan wouldn't be in this predicament, Feng Feiyun wouldn't mind taking these two pretty cousins with him. He wouldn't feel bad even if he had to sleep with them.
There were too many examples of little girls worshiping big brothers and being pushed down by them.
Although they were all from the Feng Clan, the bloodline in their bodies was very faint. They were separated by many generations so they weren't close relatives. Feng Feiyun would never refuse these beauties who came knocking on his door. Pushing them down was a biological necessity.
Alas, time was of the essence right now. Feng Feiyun didn't have time to take care of these girls.
Besides, the Eighth Elder was enough to protect them. Now, he wanted to take back the robe his mother left behind before he died.