It was … Fu Rong. That's right, it was Fu Rong. Fu Rong was wearing a black robe and standing firmly inside the barrier while Lin Feng was nowhere to be seen as though he had disappeared into thin air.
"Dao technique? You think I don't have it? " A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Hua Wenrong's mouth. He was looking at the deep hole under his feet. His eyes were filled with pity and arrogance. After that, he lowered his body and looked at Lin Feng, who was kneeling in the deep hole. He looked extremely miserable and his Qi was extremely weak. Hua Wenrong couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
"You think you're the only one who has a Dao technique? I don't have it? Lin Feng, aren't you being too arrogant? " Fu Surong's face was filled with a playful expression. Then, his eyes gradually turned purple, and his entire skin became purple. After the blood aura around him dissipated, a dark purple aura spread out. It was less bloody than the blood aura from before, but it was much more evil.
"Dao technique of Zida? H-could it be … " Jiang Yitian and Jiang Yize's expressions changed at the same time as they looked at Fu Rong in disbelief. They were shocked. How could Dao technique of Zida be in Fu Rong's hands?
"Isn't that Divine Master Zida's Dao technique? Could he be Divine Master Zida's disciple? "Both of them were shocked as they could not believe that Fu Rong was Divine Master Zida's disciple.
Who was Divine Master Zida? He was an old monster at the same level as the Old City Lord. He had lived for more than 100,000 years and had almost no regrets in his cultivation. The only regret was that he had no children and no descendants. The old man had made it clear that he would be alone for the rest of his life. However, Fu Rong had used Divine Master Zida's Dao technique, which made them realize that Divine Master Zida might have taken Fu Rong as his disciple.
"What should we do?" Both of their eyes became gloomy and their tone became more serious. Divine Master Zida was different from other High-Level Ultimate Gods. He was an old monster who was almost on the same level as their father, Divine Master Lang Xie. They did not know what to do with his disciple.
While they were thinking, Lin Feng coughed up some more blood. A moment before, the people outside hadn't been able to see it clearly, but Lin Feng had been fighting against Lin Feng, so he had seen it clearly.
At the moment when Fu Su Rong was about to injure Fu Su Rong, a gigantic face emerged from Fu Su Rong's body. That face belonged to an old man. The old man just glanced at Lin Feng and Lin Feng had the impression that his blood technique had been penetrated by that old man's eyes. That old man's eyes had also pierced through the hole and pushed Lin Feng into it.
Lin Feng hadn't lost to Fu Su Rong, it was more accurate to say that he had lost to the old man behind Fu Su Rong. That face was just a clone, but Lin Feng sensed the Qi of death from it.
Lin Feng was lucky that the old man wanted to kill him, but at the critical moment, Zu Ti shouted furiously. Lin Feng didn't hear what the old man said, but it was obvious that the old man was scared and disappeared.
Divinity Zi Mo? When Lin Feng heard the two leaders talk, he realized that the face belonged to Godly Zi Dao's clone. He was a hundred thousand years old, which meant that he was the same age as Zu Ti.
Had Lin Feng lost? Maybe not, but everybody had seen that Lin Feng had lost. Fu Su Rong hadn't been injured at all, but Lin Feng had been thrown into the hole. Everybody thought that Fu Su Rong had used his Dao technique, but nobody had thought that it was Divinity Zi Mo who had done it.
Lin Feng didn't want to explain anything. He immediately jumped out of the pit. He looked around at the countless people who were looking at him with pity and mockery. Lin Feng turned around and looked at Jiang Xuan, whose eyes were glistening with tears. Jiang Xuan was obviously disappointed that Lin Feng had lost, but he was more worried about his own safety.
Lin Feng didn't want to look at him, so he turned around and got ready to leave Lang Ye City. He didn't want to stay in Lang Ye City, no matter how much it would help him improve his body.
"Lin Feng, you can't leave."
Lin Feng was about to leave when the old man's voice came from Zu Ti's sword. He sounded worried. Lin Feng stopped and asked Zu Ti using telepathy, "Why?"
"Zi Mo has his eyes on you. No matter where you go, it's useless." Zu Ti's voice sounded gloomy and complicated.
"Divinity Zi Mo?" asked Lin Feng.
"Yes, Divinity Purplish. He's on the same level as Divinity Nephrite. He's very terrifying. Even when I was at my peak, I had to give him face. There are only three people who can make me treat him with respect, and he's one of them."
When Zu Ti said that, he looked perplexed. Lin Feng could see Zu Ti's facial expression and couldn't help but remain silent.
Lin Feng really wanted to ask the world what he had done to attract so many people's attention.
Three High-Level Ultimate Gods from the Lun Bi Empire had their eyes on him. He didn't know them and there was no conflict between them, but they still wanted to kill him. Of course, it couldn't be because of Lun Biba. Lun Biba might have seen him in Emperor Yu's memory, but he definitely didn't have the ability to hire three High-Level Ultimate Gods to kill him.
Divinity Zi Mo also wanted to kill him for no other reason than he had a good disciple. That was Fu Rong.
Lin Feng couldn't help but look at Fu Rong in a new light. Fu Rong had changed his master in just a few months and was much stronger than Lei Gang. There was no way to compare them. One was only a Low-Level Ultimate God while the other was a High-Level Ultimate God. They were the strongest in Lang Ye City.
Fu Rong stared at Lin Feng mockingly and playfully. That was his confidence and the reason why Lin Feng couldn't defeat him no matter what technique he used. His eyes were filled with mockery as he looked at Lin Feng.
How would he have accepted Lin Feng's challenge if he didn't have any confidence? How would he have dared to fight against Lin Feng? It was because he had the support of an old man who treated him like his own son.
This battle was too complicated. There were too many complicated factors involved in this battle. Jiang Yitian and Jiang Yize dared not come to a conclusion so easily.
"Lin Feng, you don't have to rely on your own strength in this world. Sometimes, having someone behind you is also a kind of strength. It's a pity that you don't have one."
"Haha, what else have you done since you came to this world other than stirring up chaos in the Scattered Nation? Do you really think you can obtain the final victory by relying on yourself? Impossible! "
"I have a master now and he's my support. What do you have? Hmm? "
Said Hua Rong mockingly while staring at Lin Feng. His tone was filled with mockery. Hua Rong already despised Lin Feng and now he despised him even more.
Lin Feng looked glum. His eyes were filled with murder, but he knew that Fu Rong's backer was terrifyingly strong. Lin Feng couldn't kill Fu Rong, otherwise, he would have been able to kill Fu Rong and avenge Mister Tian Ji and the other strong cultivators of the Continent of the Nine Clouds.
"Haha, you want to kill me? You want to avenge the people of the Continent of the Nine Clouds? Wake up, Lin Feng. From now on, you won't dare attack me. In the future, the gap between us will only grow bigger and bigger. Haha! "
Fu Su Rong laughed even louder. He had Godly Zi Mo to protect him, so he didn't have to be afraid of anything.
Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Fu Su Rong. After that, he slowly walked towards Fu Su Rong. He looked like he could sever nails and could chop iron. He released some deadly Qi which looked like a sharp sword, incomparably sharp.
"Even if Godly Zi Mo kills me today, I'll kill you to avenge the people of the Continent of the Nine Clouds. Fu Rong, I won't let you be so arrogant even if I die!"
Shouted Lin Feng furiously. His eyes had turned blood red. This time, it wasn't because of his blood technique, Lin Feng was completely infuriated. Lin Feng's heart was pounding but he only had one thought in his mind, that was to kill Hua Huirong.
Lin Feng's body was releasing death Qi. No matter what the consequences were, he had to kill Fu Huirong, he couldn't change anything.
When Fu Rong sensed Lin Feng's Qi, his facial expression drastically changed. He looked at Lin Feng's ice-cold eyes, but he didn't move at all.
"It seems like you really want to die!" Said Fu Rong ferociously. He was scared, but he didn't show it. Then, he clenched his jade pendant and crushed it.
Lin Feng took a step forwards and punched out. Lin Feng didn't care about Godly Zi Dao anymore, he just wanted to kill Hua Rong. That was the only thing that mattered.
Lin Feng's eyes were burning with the desire to get revenge. He just wanted to get his revenge, nothing else.
He punched again and the entire Lang Xie Mountain started shaking. Lin Feng had already given up, so what was there to be scared of? That was why he had used the most terrifying Tyrannical Punch in his life.
Boom boom boom … Lin Feng flew towards Fu Su Rong at an incredible speed. He didn't waste any time and immediately punched Fu Su Rong. A terrifying sound spread in the air, but a purple light flashed and Lin Feng was immediately blown away. His bones were all broken and he crashed onto the ground.
Lin Feng looked ferociously at the old man who had suddenly appeared in front of Fu Su Rong. That old man looked extremely old. If one only looked at him, they would think that he was an old man who was approaching the end of his life.
But that old man in purple clothes was one of the two strongest cultivators in Lang Xie City, Godly Zi Mo.
When Jiang Yi Tian and Jiang Yi Ze saw Godly Zi Mo, they immediately jumped down from the top of the mountain and ran towards the old man.
"Greetings, Master Zi Mo."
The two leaders had no choice but to clench their fists and bow in front of the old man because he was from the same generation as their fathers.
The old man waved his hand and shouted impatiently, "Get up, I'm going to kill that little boy today."
Then, he looked at Lin Feng, his robe fluttered and he flew towards Lin Feng.
In less than half a second, a silhouette in a purple robe appeared in front of Lin Feng.
The old man didn't feel like talking nonsense with Lin Feng. He immediately raised his hand and the atmosphere around them froze. Nobody dared move. Only the old man in the purple robe could move his hand.
Lin Feng closed his eyes in despair, but he didn't want to give up.
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