52: Chapter 52 A mere fifth level of the Core Formation realm, and I'll avoid your sharp edge?

The City Lord's rage caused the wind and clouds to change color!

Ling Xiaotian's terrifying pressure of the fifth level of the Danyuan Realm swept across the entire Martial Arts Field like a physical tide, without any restraint!

The weaker spectators felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on their chests; their breathing became difficult, and their faces turned deathly pale.

With a flicker of his body, he transformed into a streak of light, instantly crossing a distance of a hundred meters to appear in the center of the Martial Arts Field.

"Yueer! Yueer!"

Looking at his daughter lying in a pool of blood with her breath fading, Ling Xiaotian's eyes nearly split from rage, his heart aching beyond measure.

Without a second thought, he immediately pulled a jade bottle from his robes and poured out a verdant green Medicinal Pill that radiated a thick Aura of life, carefully feeding it into Miss Ling Yueer's mouth.

The pill melted upon entry, turning into a gentle warm current that quickly protected Miss Ling Yueer's heart meridians, temporarily preserving her life.

"Father..."

Miss Ling Yueer weakly opened her eyes. Seeing her father's anxious and furious face, her tears began to flow uncontrollably again. "Am I... am I very useless..."

"Silly child, what nonsense are you saying!"

Ling Xiaotian held his daughter tightly in his arms, his voice trembling. "Don't speak for now. Father is here; no one can bully you!"

After comforting his daughter, he slowly stood up. His eyes, filled with endless fury, were like unsheathed sharp swords, deadlocking onto the perpetrator who still had his back turned as if nothing had happened.

"Lin Feng!"

Ling Xiaotian's voice was as cold as if it had come from the Nine Serenities of Hell.

"You are good, you are truly good! To heavily injure my daughter in front of all the city's people! You are slapping my, Ling Xiaotian's, face! You are provoking the majesty of the entire City Lord's Manor!"

The dozen or so elite guards from the City Lord's Manor behind him also drew their weapons in unison, surrounding Lin Feng with thick Killing Intent.

A great battle was on the verge of breaking out!

However, facing this monstrous Killing Intent that was enough to make anyone feel terror, Lin Feng merely turned around slowly.

On his handsome face was that same expression of an unruffled ancient well, as if the fifth level Danyuan Realm City Lord before him was no different from the random nobodies he had previously cut down with a single blade.

His gaze calmly swept over the enraged Ling Xiaotian, past the murderous guards, and finally landed on Miss Ling Yueer, who was still sobbing in Ling Xiaotian's arms.

Everyone thought he would explain, apologize, or at least show a hint of wariness.

But he didn't.

He simply spoke in an extremely flat, even slightly... curious tone, asking:

"You, this City Lord, also want to try my blade?"

A mere fifth level Danyuan Realm, and I should avoid your edge?

As soon as these words were spoken, even the wind in the entire Martial Arts Field seemed to freeze.

What kind of arrogance, what kind of madness, what kind of tone was this that completely disregarded a fifth level Danyuan Realm expert!

Ling Xiaotian's face, which had turned the color of pig liver from rage, instantly turned ashen due to extreme shock. He had dominated Nanyan Prefecture for half his life and held the position of City Lord; his word was law. When had he ever been defied like this? Especially by a brat who had almost become his son-in-law!

Almost subconsciously, he was about to circulate the Danyuan within his Dantian to blast this arrogant fool who didn't know the heights of the heavens into dust on the spot.

However, Lin Feng's eyes, calm as an ancient well, made alarm bells ring wildly in his heart.

That gaze was too calm.

So calm it was like a bottomless cold abyss, with a giant beast hidden beneath that could swallow everything. That was not the gaze a True Qi Realm Martial Artist should have when facing a Danyuan Realm expert; it was clearly... the gaze of a hunter looking at prey!

An absurd and ridiculous thought flashed through Ling Xiaotian's mind: He... he seems to really want to cut me down as well!

Once this thought arose, it grew like wild weeds and could no longer be suppressed. He recalled various legends about Lin Feng: soloing the Golden Corpse King in the Crying Ghost Mine, wiping out a half-step Danyuan expert with one strike in Black Wind City, and cleaving the third level Danyuan Realm Li Batian with three strikes at the gates of the Demon Suppression Division...

Every single instance was tinged with an irrational, sinister nature!

This guy was simply a monster that couldn't be measured by Realms!

In this tense moment where things were on the verge of exploding, Lin Feng's inner thoughts were exceptionally rich.

'To cut him down? Or not to cut? That is the question.'

He appeared as steady as an old dog on the surface, but his mind was calculating rapidly.

The benefits of cutting him down were obvious. A fifth level Danyuan Realm would contribute at least eighty to a hundred thousand critical hit points, and his critical hit multiplier could jump even higher.

Furthermore, that group of guards looked quite valuable. If he cut them all down as a package, he could probably reach a small goal.

But the downsides were also clear.

If the City Lord died, the prefecture city would surely fall into chaos. Then there would be trivial matters everywhere, affecting his efficiency in grinding mobs.

Most importantly, the big fish hiding behind the scenes hadn't appeared yet. If he blew up the fish pond now, where would he go fishing in the future?

After thinking it over, Lin Feng eventually suppressed this strong "pay-to-win impulse."

"Forget it, sustainable development is the hard truth."

His mind settled, and the faint Killing Intent on his face also retracted.

All these psychological activities happened in the blink of an eye, but to outsiders, it looked like Lin Feng and City Lord Ling Xiaotian had engaged in a thrilling duel of Auras, and in the end, the City Lord... chickened out.

"Hmph!"

Ling Xiaotian gave a cold snort, forcibly suppressing the Killing Intent and fear in his heart to find a way out for himself. "A martial arts duel has no eyes. Yueer's skills were lacking, so her injuries are her own fault! But your hand was so heavy, it was truly too ruthless!"

He carefully picked up his daughter and gave Lin Feng a fierce glare: "The City Lord's Manor will remember this matter! Let's go!"

After saying that, surrounded by his guards, he transformed into a streak of light and sped towards the City Lord's Manor without looking back. That panicked retreating figure looked like someone fleeing for their life no matter how one viewed it.

An earth-shattering drama concluded in such an anticlimactic manner.

The people on the Martial Arts Field looked at each other, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

It... ended just like that?

The City Lord just left in such a dejected manner?

When everyone looked at Lin Feng again, their gaze could no longer be described as just awe.

It was the gaze of looking at a monster.

Daring to go head-to-head with the City Lord and even making him back down—this King of Hell Lin is going to poke a hole in the sky of Nanyan Prefecture!