"It's dangerous! Meng Qing, You You, dodge!"
Lin Feng hadn't even landed on the ground when his facial expression changed. He let go of the two women's hands and threw them away. At the same time, he punched behind him.
Boom boom boom …
Three explosive sounds spread through the air. Lin Feng's sudden attack couldn't compare to the power of the sneak attack. Lin Feng groaned and his silhouette was pushed back a hundred meters. Lin Feng was able to see his opponent's face clearly.
When Lin Feng saw the iron-faced Saint, he was astonished. He felt much more pressured. Lin Feng knew he was in danger.
Although the iron-faced saint son and the cold-faced saint son were known as the newest Holy Sons of the Spirit Sacred Temple, one was an advanced completion Saint Emperor while the other was only an initial completion Saint Emperor. There was no comparison between the two. The iron-faced saint son was able to fight evenly with the Imperial Book, which showed his strength.
Lin Feng looked at the iron-faced son and the other disciples of the Ling District Holy Temple. They were looking at him as if he was a prey that was going to die. Even though he didn't like it, he knew that he was going to die that day.
"Meng Qing, You You, that's a teleportation scroll. Run!" shouted Lin Feng, punching at the iron-faced son. The latter used all his strength to block. At that moment, Lin Feng took out a teleportation scroll and threw it in the air. He hoped the two girls could escape as fast as possible.
Even though the two women didn't know where Lin Feng had made new enemies, they knew that Lin Feng was extremely strong. Lin Feng was worried about them. However, the two women weren't peerless Saints anymore. They were low-level Saint Emperors. Even if they couldn't defeat the iron-faced son, they could still help Lin Feng distract his disciples.
"Meng Qing, attack!" shouted Tang You You. She clenched her fists and ran towards the disciples of the Ling District Holy Temple.
Meng Qing wasn't going to retreat. Her white clothes were fluttering in the wind. She looked like a celestial being and appeared in front of the two disciples.
The iron-faced son was astonished. He hadn't thought that Lin Feng's two women would be so strong. They were able to distract four of his disciples in a flash.
Lin Feng slightly sighed. He knew that the two girls wouldn't carry him on their backs. He was too worried about their safety.
"Lin Feng, your women really love you," said the iron-faced son, smiling coldly. He sounded like he was playing with Lin Feng. In his heart, Lin Feng was already dead. After all, they weren't as strong as each other.
"Can you stop talking shit?" shouted Lin Feng expressionlessly. He looked at the iron-faced son.
When the man heard that, he didn't mind Lin Feng's tone at all. He smiled in a resplendent way and glanced around, "Lin Feng, you understand level four space-time Dao energies. Don't you sense anything different here?"
"Of course I know. You set up a cage," replied Lin Feng straightforwardly. However, his facial expression didn't change at all.
"Hehe, it seems like you don't care about my time and space cage, do you?" said the iron-faced Saint, smiling at Lin Feng's face in a mocking way.
Lin Feng glanced at the iron-faced saint. He waved his left hand and threw the teleportation scroll into the air. However, there was a rumbling sound as the scroll turned into ashes and disappeared.
Lin Feng looked at the invisible cage in the air. It was a cage attack, because it contained enough strength to kill a low-level Saint Emperor.
"Haha, Lin Feng, do you still look down on my cage?" asked the iron-faced son when he saw Lin Feng's scroll turn into ashes. He couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
"Hehe, forgive me, but I don't know how strong your cage is." Said Lin Feng mockingly. The iron-faced Saint's face changed drastically. "You're right, Lin Feng.
Just as he was about to shout, he abruptly raised his head and looked up into the sky. He didn't know what had happened to the scroll that had turned to ash, but it had actually scattered into countless pieces, passed through the cage, and gathered in the sky to form a new teleportation scroll.
"What … what's going on?" The Iron-Faced Saint was shocked and flabbergasted. Why did the scroll fly out despite the Space-Time Cage?
"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Meng Qing, You You, let's go!" said Lin Feng smiling coldly. He raised his left hand and a scroll appeared in his hand. He used his full speed dao energies and arrived next to Meng Qing and You You.
Lin Feng grabbed Meng Qing and Tang You You's hands and disappeared into the scroll. When they saw Lin Feng again, they were already in the air.
That was called teleportation. The iron-faced son's space-time cage had been teleported. However, it would take him a few seconds to get out of the cage. Lin Feng had enough time to take the two girls back to Yuan Fei and Song Zhuang.
Escaping wasn't Lin Feng's style, but he had to take the two girls into consideration. After all, those disciples were low-level Saint Emperors. If they fought for a long time, the two girls would be at a disadvantage.
"Bye bye, iron-faced son. Next time we meet, I won't run away," said Lin Feng, smiling indifferently. He waved at the iron-faced son and got ready to leave.
However, in the next second, Lin Feng was stupefied. Meng Qing and Tang You You were also astonished, they didn't dare move.
The iron-faced saint sneered as he looked at the unconscious man who had suddenly appeared beside him. It was a handsome man in blue robes.
"Run, Lin Feng, why aren't you running away?" Asked the iron-faced son, smiling evilly at Lin Feng. He was holding the fainted young man's neck with his left hand. His spear could pierce through the young man's chest at any moment.
Lin Feng pulled a long face. He was nervous. Hou Qing Lin had been captured by the iron-faced Saint. Lin Feng couldn't bear it. His bad premonition had come true.
Meng Qing and Tang You You were also worried. Hou Qing Lin was in the iron-faced son's hands. Lin Feng couldn't escape, he couldn't abandon his friends.
As expected, Lin Feng threw the scroll towards the two women and gently pushed them into the scroll.
"That's a teleportation scroll for Yuan Fei. Tell them not to worry about me."
Shouted Lin Feng to the two girls in a deep voice. Lin Feng looked at the two girls' silhouettes and felt a bit relieved.
"Tell me, what do I have to do to make you let him go?"
Lin Feng stared at Hou Qing Lin, who had fainted and was covered with scars. He was furious. The Holy Temple's disciples had injured him, but Hou Qing Lin was in their hands. Lin Feng didn't have the upper hand.
"Let him go? Haha, how's that possible? " When the iron-faced son heard Lin Feng, he couldn't help but laugh mockingly. His laughter spread far and wide, his eyes were filled with mockery.
Suddenly, the iron-faced saint son shouted coldly and punched Hou Qing Lin's chest again. Hou Qing Lin frowned in pain as he fainted. His body flew backward and landed heavily on the ground. However, the disciples of the Spirit Realm Temple caught him and pulled him back.
"Iron-Faced, how dare you …?"
When Lin Feng saw that, he shouted furiously and released Forbidden strength. Merciless demon strength surrounded his body. Lin Feng clenched his fists and punched towards Tian Mian. Tian Mian flew towards Tian Mian.
"If you dare touch me, I'll kill him!"
Lin Feng was furious, but the iron-faced son looked even more relaxed. He raised his left hand and a spear appeared in front of Hou Qing Lin's chest. Hou Qing Lin's chest was about to be pierced through.
Lin Feng's face turned deathly pale. He was gnashing his teeth in anger. He forcefully pulled his fist back and tried to control his anger.
"Tell me, what do I have to do to make you let him go?"
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