326: Chapter 326 Feng Ling's Departure!

Western World:

In a glacial canyon where the biting wind howled, Xiong Lie let out a roar toward the sky. Every strand of fur on his body stood on end, shimmering with a bone-chilling, ice-blue light!

As his palms danced, ice-blue palm prints—so condensed they seemed physical and etched with the image of a roaring bear's head—swept out like a blizzard!

Wherever the palm prints passed, the air froze, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of frost.

Seven or eight geniuses of the Snow Demon Tribe, skilled in combined attacks, saw their ice shields and ice walls shatter like paper one after another before Xiong Lie's "Extreme Cold Bear King Seal"!

Ultimately, under the aftershocks of the palm force, they exploded into a cloud of ice crystal powder!

Northern World:

Although the turmoil at the core Blood God Hall had temporarily subsided, the slaughter had not stopped.

Feng Jin shuttled through the ruins of a palace complex. Whenever he encountered a genius who was not of his tribe or an ally, whether they pleaded for mercy or resisted, he usually just gave a cold wave of his hand.

"Azure Lotus Earth Fire Palm Qi!"

A flaming lotus flower bloomed in his palm and shot forward.

The lotus drifted accurately toward the target, then exploded with a bang, turning into a sea of azure fire that purified everything!

The screams stopped abruptly, leaving behind only charred marks on the ground.

His points were also increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not just these top True King Descendants, but in every world and every corner, almost all powerful geniuses confident in their strength had transformed into the fiercest hunters, beginning to frantically clear the field, plunder, and slaughter!

One by one, tribal geniuses completely disappeared from this world amidst repeated battles and deaths.

Meanwhile, at the border between the Northern World and the East World of the Canglin Ancient Peak.

A vast, blood-colored river roared and surged, forcibly separating the two worlds.

By the riverbank, a small team of Storm Winged People halted their steps.

Leading them was Feng Ling. His silver wings were retracted, and his brow was slightly furrowed as his gaze crossed the river toward the faintly visible ruins of a slightly different style on the opposite bank—that was the East World.

"Feng Ling, the assembly has reached its final stage, and every genius is fighting fiercely to compete for points!

We aren't seizing the time to hunt in the Northern World to grab more points and raise our ranking.

Why waste precious time traveling all this way to the border, and even cross the Blood River to leave the Northern World?"

Feng Ling's face was full of confusion and anxiety as she couldn't help but ask again.

The several Storm Winged Tribe geniuses behind her also nodded, their faces showing doubt.

Their team was powerful, with Feng Ling, a True King Descendant, presiding over them. They could practically walk unchallenged in the Northern World, and their efficiency in hunting other geniuses for points was extremely high.

Now, suddenly wanting to leave the familiar Northern World and run to the unfamiliar East World...

No matter how they looked at it, it didn't seem wise.

Feng Ling slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces. His voice was calm but carried an indisputable decisiveness:

"Do you still remember... that human, Qin Yan?"

Qin Yan.

This name was like a giant boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples in everyone's hearts.

Of course they remembered.

Outside the Blood God Hall, one person fought hundreds of geniuses alone, killing until blood flowed like a river.

He had confronted Feng Jin and Feng Ling, two True King Descendants, head-on, eventually forcing the two to bow their heads and make way.

The brutality and shock of that battle were still vivid in their minds.

After inquiring during this period, the name of that mysterious human youth, 'Qin Yan,' had already spread among many genius circles in the Northern World, becoming a name that commanded both respect and dread.

Feng Ling seemed to realize something, her beautiful eyes widening slightly with a hint of disbelief: "Feng Ling, you brought us all this way and aren't hesitating to cross the river and leave the Northern World... could it be... you're worried that Qin Yan will come to retaliate against us?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the other Storm Winged Tribe geniuses were also stunned, and then they all looked at Feng Ling, waiting for his confirmation.

Feng Ling nodded slowly, not denying it.

His gaze swept over his companions, his tone grave: "That Qin Yan being able to walk out of the mutated Blood God Hall alive has already fully proven his extraordinary nature and terrifying potential.

You must know, since the Canglin Ancient Peak was discovered, there has never been a precedent of a genius surviving the core areas of the Four Halls and obtaining an inheritance!

He did it, which in itself represents a 'miracle' that breaks all conventions."

He paused and continued his analysis: "That day outside the Blood God Hall, Feng Jin and I joined forces but failed to keep him there. This already meant our interception failed, and we have already offended him!

"Now, several days have passed.

With the talent and tenacity he displayed, plus the fortunes he likely obtained in the Blood God Hall... it is highly probable he has already digested his gains and his strength has progressed further.

If he holds a grudge for that day's enmity and comes to seek revenge..."

He looked at Feng Ling, and also at every clansman: "Once we encounter him, if I fight him alone, the chance of winning... I'm afraid is less than thirty percent. And the price of failure, you all know very well."

The price of failure...

Everyone's expressions changed.

In a place like the Canglin Ancient Peak, a duel between geniuses often meant—death!

Or at the very least, the fate of having one's points plundered.

For Feng Ling and the other clansmen, once Feng Ling was defeated, their chances of escaping before an enraged Qin Yan would likely be slim!

They would very likely be liquidated along with him!

Understanding the logic behind it, the confusion on the faces of Feng Ling and the others quickly faded, replaced by a wave of lingering fear and relief.

They had previously only thought about points and rankings, but had ignored the potential, even more fatal threat!

"Young Master, you are indeed thorough!"

A Storm Winged youth said with lingering fear.

Seeing that everyone realized the seriousness of the problem, Feng Ling's expression softened slightly as he spoke: "The Northern World has now become a place of trouble. That madman Feng Jin is still hunting everywhere, and Qin Yan might also be lurking in the shadows.

By leaving now, although we will lose some potential point opportunities in the Northern World, we can avoid the greatest risks.

By heading to the East World, we might also be able to open up a new situation and safely accumulate points until the end."

After speaking, Feng Ling said no more.

With his hands slightly clenched, a majestic blood-qi surged from within his body, condensing on the surface of the Blood River into a small blood-colored boat about three zhang long and one zhang wide.

The boat's hull was composed of pure blood-qi energy. With a flap of his wings, Feng Ling landed in the boat.

Seeing this, the other Storm Winged geniuses suppressed the complex emotions in their hearts and followed suit, each condensing a small blood-colored boat and following Feng Ling toward the East World on the other side of the Blood River.

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