201: Chapter 200 A Shocking Secret! Wealth and Power, Actually in the Nine Netherworld Prison?!

"Die for this Lord! Blood Demon Domain!"

Boom!

A sea of blood Domain, more than ten times weaker than that of Demon Lord Xuetu, unfolded with a crash!

"Is that it?"

Lin Feng curled his lip.

"It's not even worthy of being a 'buffet' for this seat."

"Immortal-Slaying Sword Technique!"

"Slash!"

He didn't even bother to use his sword finger.

He simply glared.

A terrifying sword light, containing the Sword Intent of "Perfection," shot out from his eyes!

"No! This... what kind of sword technique is this?!!"

The old demon let out a terrified scream!

His proud "Blood Demon Domain" was like paper before that sword light!

Rip!

The Domain was split in two!

The sword light's momentum remained undiminished!

*Puchi!*

That first-stage Golden Immortal old demon, along with his terrified expression...

Was split in half from between his eyebrows by Lin Feng's sword!

Divine Soul utterly destroyed!

[Ding! Successfully killed a first-stage Golden Immortal!]

[critical hit multiplier increased to 165,000x! Obtained critical hit points: 500 billion!]

Lin Feng slowly withdrew his gaze.

He stepped forward and skillfully picked up the four Storage Rings and the old demon's Lifebound Treasure.

"Myriad Dao Furnace Sutra, activate!"

[Ding! Converted the demonic treasure vault, obtaining critical hit points: 300 billion!]

"Not bad."

Lin Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"This trip wasn't in vain."

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: First-stage Heavenly Immortal Realm]

[Cultivation Technique: Myriad Dao Furnace Sutra (Major Achievement)]

[Martial Skill: Immortal-Slaying Sword Technique (Perfection), Avici Prison-Suppressing Blade (proficient)]

[Movement Technique: Earth-Shrinking Step (proficient)]

[Domain: Myriad Laws Return to Void]

[critical hit multiplier: 165,000x]

[critical hit points: 5,050 billion!]

"Five trillion..."

Lin Feng took a deep breath.

He could feel the seven Golden Immortal Divine Thoughts that had been locked onto him from the shadows.

At this moment, they frantically withdrew as if they had seen a ghost!

"A bunch of cowards."

Lin Feng curled his lip.

He transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from the spot.

It was time to go back and ask Wan Sanqian for news about the Fugui!

...

Wanbao Tower, top-floor secret room.

Wan Sanqian still wore that smiling expression, as if he were completely unaware of the bloodbath outside.

He was brewing tea.

The fragrance of the tea filled the air.

"Fellow Daoist, you've returned."

As if he had calculated Lin Feng's return perfectly, he pushed a cup of freshly brewed immortal tea to the empty seat opposite him.

Lin Feng's figure appeared silently in the chair.

He picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp.

"The tea is good."

"Haha, I'm glad you like it, Fellow Daoist."

Wan Sanqian smiled and refilled his cup.

"Impressive methods, Fellow Daoist."

He spoke slowly, "The Fourth Elder of the Blood Demon Sect, the first-stage Golden Immortal Xue Wantu, is just... gone."

"He was in the way."

Lin Feng's answer was the same as always.

"Haha, well said! He was in the way!"

Wan Sanqian clapped and laughed, "Fellow Daoist, do you know that by killing him, you've poked a hornet's nest?"

"The Blood Demon Sect lost their Medicinal Pills and a Golden Immortal Elder."

"They will not let the matter rest."

"You won't be able to stay in this ghost market for long."

"So what?"

Lin Feng set down his teacup, his cold eyes staring directly at Wan Sanqian.

"Where is the news about my brother?"

"Hehe."

Wan Sanqian sighed.

He pulled a Jade Slip from his robes.

"Fellow Daoist, what you are looking for is likely not an ordinary Yellow Weasel Demon."

Lin Feng took the Jade Slip and swept his Divine Thought inside.

Buzz!

A massive amount of information flooded his mind!

"Huang Fugui."

"Suspected to be... an Ancient Variant, a cub of the 'Gold-Swallowing Divine Beast'."

"Talents: Treasure-seeking, gold-swallowing."

"Half a year ago, he ended up in the Tianlan Ghost Market."

"Because he stole and ate a ten-thousand-year 'Dragon Blood Lingzhi' from the Nether Palace's herb garden..."

Lin Feng's pupils suddenly constricted!

"The Master of the Nether Palace, the Golden Immortal Peak 'Ghost Mother of the Nether,' personally took action and suppressed him!"

"He is currently imprisoned at..."

Lin Feng stared fixedly at the last four words on the Jade Slip!

"[Nine Nether Heavenly Prison]!"

"Boom!"

An extremely cold killing intent erupted from Lin Feng!

That killing intent was so terrifying!

Even Wan Sanqian, the Golden Immortal Peak tower master, couldn't help but turn pale; the teacup in his hand shattered with a crack!

"Fellow Daoist! Calm your anger!"

Wan Sanqian was horrified!

He had still underestimated him!

He had underestimated Lin Feng's strength!

And he had also underestimated the weight that Yellow Weasel Demon held in Lin Feng's heart!

"Nether Palace..."

Lin Feng spoke each word deliberately, his voice sounding as if it came from the Nine Nether!

"They certainly have a lot of nerve!"

"Fellow Daoist! Be calm!"

Wan Sanqian hurriedly stood up; he didn't want Lin Feng to go berserk right here in his Wanbao Tower!

"The Nether Palace is the true controller of the ghost market! It is a cross-immortal-Domain assassin organization that even an Immortal Emperor would be wary of!"

"That Ghost Mother of the Nether is a Golden Immortal Peak old monster with heaven-defying means!"

"Fellow Daoist, you are currently only at the first-stage Heavenly Immortal..."

"So what?"

Lin Feng suddenly looked up, his Chaos Sword Eyes staring directly at Wan Sanqian!

"So what if she's a Golden Immortal Peak?!"

"I have even slain a Golden Immortal!"

"If that Nether Palace dares to touch my brother!"

"I will... exterminate their entire sect!"

"Sigh!"

Wan Sanqian sighed heavily, knowing that Lin Feng could no longer listen to reason.

He could only reveal the worst news.

"Fellow Daoist."

"Your brother... probably doesn't have much time left."

"What do you mean?!"

Lin Feng grabbed Wan Sanqian by the collar!

"According to my intelligence."

Wan Sanqian said with difficulty.

"The Nether Palace is recently preparing to receive a... great figure whom even they cannot afford to provoke!"

"A Great Figure!"

"Your brother, that 'Gold-Swallowing Divine Beast'..."

"Is the celebratory gift the Nether Palace has prepared to present to that great figure..."

"A gift!"

"A gift?"

"Yes!"

"That great figure loves to collect Ancient Variants."

"And the date of the presentation..."

Wan Sanqian closed his eyes and spat out the final words.

"Is... tonight!"

"Boom!!!"

A towering killing intent, mixed with the will of a 200,000x critical hit!

In this moment, it erupted!

The entire Wanbao Tower, that thousand-foot-tall Black Gold Pagoda, trembled violently under this killing intent, as if it might collapse at any moment!

"Fellow Daoist! Are you crazy?! You're going to make a move in the ghost market?!"

"A great figure?"

Lin Feng slowly turned around, and a smile more ferocious than a Demon God's appeared on the plain and ordinary face of "Night Wind."

"Who the hell does he think he is?!"

"He dares to touch my... Yellow Weasel Demon?!"

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the secret room.

Leaving behind only those chilling murderous words, cold enough to freeze even a Golden Immortal's Divine Soul.

"[Nine Nether Heavenly Prison]?"

"I..."

"Am coming to tear it down!"