314: Chapter 313 Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road: Provocation at the Entrance

As Lin Feng's words—arrogant to the extreme and completely disregarding the thousands of people present—fell, the entire entrance to the God-Falling Abyss fell into a brief, deathly silence.

One could have heard a pin drop.

Only the "hissing" sound of the Divine Vessel's engine cooling down after being shut off could be heard.

Then, a clamor more violent than before erupted, as if a pot had boiled over.

"Lin Feng? He said he's Lin Feng?!"

"The same madman who renamed the City of Sin and even sold City Lord's head?"

"I heard that a few days ago he even had a fight with Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Li Jing, sending the Heavenly King fleeing in panic and even losing his Lifebound Treasure, the exquisite pagoda?"

"Is that for real? He must be bragging, right? Look at his pretty-boy face; there's not a hint of a powerful expert's Aura on him (Lin Feng had restrained his divine light). In my opinion, he's just some rich second-generation heir out here to act tough because his family has money."

The crowd discussed fervently, their eyes filled with wariness, suspicion, and even more so, disdain and greed.

After all, Lin Feng was currently the Heavenly Court's number one wanted criminal, with a terrifyingly high bounty. If they could take him down here...

Especially Sun Qi, whose face had just been sprayed black by the exhaust, his image completely ruined.

He was the biological grandson of the Seven Luminaries Immortal King! Wherever he went, wasn't he always fawned over? Today, he had lost so much face in front of everyone! How was he supposed to mingle in the circles of the 'Immortal Second Generation' from now on?

"Lin Feng!!"

Sun Qi jumped down from his war chariot, haphazardly wiped the black soot from his face, and pointed at Lin Feng, roaring with a voice that had gone out of tune: "You have some nerve! This is the God-Demon Secret Realm, not your City of Sin! You, a criminal wanted by the Heavenly Court, dare to come here and act wild?!"

This shout immediately resonated with several other second-generation heirs who usually hung around with him.

"Exactly! A wanted criminal should hide in the gutters like a rat! You actually dare to show up so brazenly?"

"You even dare to damage this Young Master's flying vessel? Pay up! Compensate me with that ship of yours, then kneel and kowtow three times, crawl through my crotch, and this Young Master might consider sparing your life!"

"This is that Lin Feng? He doesn't look like much, just the face of a nouveau riche."

A group of second-generation heirs, dressed in magnificent clothes and with their noses in the air, surrounded him. One by one, they released Golden Immortal-level pressure, the light of their Magic Treasures flashing, intending to give Lin Feng a daunting display of power.

Nezha's brow furrowed, and the Fire-Tipped Spear instantly appeared in his hand. The spear tip spat Samadhi True Fire, and a trace of violence flashed in his eyes.

"A bunch of trash, you're worthy of speaking to my boss like that? Watch this Young Master string you up like candied haws and roast you to feed the dogs!"

As he spoke, Nezha was about to take action. He despised these types who used their influence to bully others the most.

"Hey, stay calm."

Lin Feng reached out and pressed down on Nezha's shoulder, that harmless smile still hanging on his face, as if he didn't see the Killing Intent from the crowd surrounding them at all.

"Nezha, we are civilized people. Don't always resort to fighting and killing. We must win people over with virtue; we must be reasonable."

"Win people over with virtue?" Nezha was stunned. This didn't sound like Lin Feng's style. Didn't the boss always believe in 'if you can hit them, don't bother arguing'?

Lin Feng walked slowly up to Sun Qi, stopping less than half a meter away. He looked Sun Qi up and down, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"The grandson of the Seven Luminaries Immortal King? A Seven-Star Divine Body?"

"I think you have a 'Seven-Spot Ladybug Body.' You're dressed so gaudily, and the powder on your face is thicker than wall plaster—it even flakes off when you talk."

"Who are you calling a ladybug?! Who are you saying flakes?!" Sun Qi's face turned green with rage, his whole body trembling. "My grandfather is an Immortal King! I am a Prodigy! You dare to humiliate me?!"

"Humiliate you?"

Lin Feng shook his head with a look of sincerity. "No, no, no, you've misunderstood."

"I'm not targeting you alone."

Lin Feng glanced around at the indignant second-generation heirs, his voice suddenly rising with a hint of mockery:

"I'm saying... everyone here, every single one of you, is trash."

"What? Not convinced? If you're not convinced, come and hit me."

This wave of AOE taunting instantly maxed out the hatred levels.

"Arrogant!!"

"Seeking death!"

"Everyone, attack together! Destroy this wanted criminal who doesn't know the heights of the heavens! Take his head to the Heavenly Court for the reward!"

Sun Qi could bear it no longer. He violently waved the folding fan in his hand, which transformed into seven stellar Flying Swords, piercing toward Lin Feng's throat with sharp Killing Intent.

The surrounding second-generation heirs also attacked. Some threw lightning pearls, while others cast fire Spells. A kaleidoscope of attacks instantly submerged Lin Feng.

Nezha was just about to help when he heard Lin Feng's indifferent voice:

"Don't worry about it, just watch the show. Let me show you what 'winning people over with virtue' really means."

The next second.

At the instant the sky-filling attacks were about to land, Lin Feng moved.

He didn't use any fancy Divine Abilities, and he didn't even blink; he simply raised his right hand.

Snap!

The sound of a slap—crisp to the extreme, loud to the extreme, even producing a sonic boom—echoed through the area, drowning out the roar of all the Spells.

Everyone felt their vision blur.

The originally aggressive Sun Qi, with his imposing Sword Intent, felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hand. His protective immortal light shattered instantly. He spun three hundred and sixty degrees on the spot like a top, and then flew out in an extremely graceful parabolic arc.

"Ah—! My face!!"

Sun Qi screamed as half of his face swelled into a pig's head. Teeth mixed with blood sprayed across the ground, and finally, he slammed hard into a solid mountain wall several hundred meters away, pinned there in the shape of a star, unable to be pried off.

As for the other attacks, within three feet of Lin Feng, they seemed to encounter an insurmountable barrier and were all silently annihilated.

This was the 'Immunity to All Spells' of a Half-Step Immortal King! This was the absolute defense of a Saintly Physical Body!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Before the others could react, Lin Feng's figure moved like a ghost, weaving through the crowd.

Every time he paused, it was accompanied by a crisp slapping sound and a flying figure.

In the blink of an eye.

The dozen or so second-generation heirs who had been shouting the loudest just now were all lying neatly on the ground. Each face bore a bright red five-finger print, swollen like steamed buns. They couldn't even scream anymore, only clutching their faces and moaning.

The entire area fell silent once more.

This time, truly no one dared to speak.

Everyone looked in horror at the white-clad youth standing in the center of the field, who was currently using a snow-white handkerchief to wipe his hands.

An instant kill!

A total and complete instant kill!

Those were Golden Immortal-level Prodigies! Though some were a bit inflated, they were by no means weaklings. Yet they couldn't even take a single slap? What kind of monster was this Lin Feng?

Lin Feng unhurriedly finished wiping his hands and casually tossed the handkerchief on the ground, as if he had wiped something filthy. He looked at Sun Qi, who was still embedded in the wall, and asked with a smile:

"What did you call me just now? A wanted criminal?"

"I'm sorry, I am your nightmare."

"Now, is there anyone else who wants to teach me how to be a person? Or anyone who wants me to pay up? Step forward. I don't charge tuition, but I do collect medical fees."

No one dared to move.

The crowd that had been so overbearing a moment ago now shrank their necks, not even daring to breathe loudly, for fear of catching Lin Feng's eye.

"Boring."

Lin Feng curled his lip and turned to call Nezha and Fugui.

"Let's go. This group of noobs is too weak; there's no sense of accomplishment in hitting them. I hope the monsters in the Secret Realm are a bit more durable."

Just then.

Rumble—!

The massive light gate that pierced through heaven and earth suddenly vibrated violently, emitting sounds like a great bell, and its light intensified.

"The Secret Realm is open!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.

The crowd, which had been intimidated by Lin Feng, instantly became restless. Compared to getting beaten, seizing an Opportunity was more important. Once they entered the Secret Realm, it would be a random teleportation; maybe they could shake off this bringer of calamity.

"Charge!"

"Get in first to seize the advantage!"

Countless streaks of light vied to be first as they rushed toward the light gate.

Lin Feng was in no hurry. He watched the frenzied crowd and said to Nezha, "Remember, after we go in, what is our slogan?"

Nezha grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Take good things when you see them, hit those who aren't convinced when you see them! If I see a pretty... uh, that's not necessary."

"Vulgar!" Lin Feng slapped his head. "That's called 'returning things to their original owners' and 'convincing people with reason.' Also, if you see a second-generation heir who looks very rich, remember to keep them alive first and have them pay a ransom."

"Let's go!"

Lin Feng led Nezha and Fugui, transforming into a long rainbow that charged directly into the light gate.