Yan Zhen's face was deathly pale. He was waiting for death. The three Zun cultivators of the Luo Bi Empire had retreated. He knew he was doomed. Lin Feng could easily defeat him and even kill him, not to mention Prince Wu Hen. At first, he didn't know, but after hearing the old man's words, he realized that Prince Wu Hen was the famous Jing Wu Hen.
Who was the strongest in the Western Region? The answer was Jing Wu Hen. Everybody called him Prince Wu Hen. He had finished third in the Western Region. The other two, Prince Gui and Prince Mo, were too mysterious. They had never shown their faces, so Jing Wu Hen was more famous than them.
Compared to Jing Wuhen, the Scattered Nation's Seven Laws were simply too weak. They probably didn't even have the qualifications to carry Jing Wuhen's shoes. There was also his daughter, Yan Tianjiao. Her most worshipped idol was Jing Wuhen. Now, Jing Wuhen was here, but she could never become a friend or confidant.
It was because Lin Feng and Jing Wuhen had become friends before the others.
Lin Feng put away Zu Ti's sword, and the beast of chaos landed on the ground. Lin Feng jumped down from the beast's back. He didn't look happy or excited, because he didn't know why the Divine Masters of the Lun Bi Empire wanted to kill him, but they hated him. Lin Feng was confused.
Besides, the three Zun cultivators had retreated because of Jing Wu Hen. If Jing Wu Hen hadn't been so famous, the three Zun cultivators would have tried to kill Lin Feng. Even though Lin Feng knew that the three Zun cultivators were extremely strong, it didn't mean that he couldn't defeat them. At the very least, the three Zun cultivators wouldn't be able to kill him.
However, in this way, the Three Supremes would always think that he was inferior to Jing Wuhen. It could even be said that Jing Wuhen had saved his life. From the beginning to the end, Jing Wuhen would never think highly of him. There was no need to consider this point. The latter would definitely think so.
Lin Feng knew that Jing Wuhen really wanted to help him, but Lin Feng didn't want to use such a method. Lin Feng wanted to use his own strength to show the three Zun cultivators that killing him would be harder than reaching the heavens.
Jing Wu Hen glanced at Lin Feng. How could he not know what Lin Feng was thinking? After all, he and Lin Feng had become friends because they were very similar, at least in terms of their personalities. Jing Wu Hen knew that Lin Feng was arrogant and didn't want to accept such help.
But if Lin Feng really fought against the three Zun Zun cultivators, he might not be able to escape unscathed. Just as Lin Feng had thought, the three Zun Zun cultivators didn't understand Lin Feng, they would definitely underestimate him. But Lin Feng didn't understand the three Zun Zun cultivators either.
"Lin Feng, don't blame me for using such a method. You don't know the three Zun cultivators' trump cards, so you can't be rash.
"Let me tell you. The three Zun cultivators can summon their fellow Zun cultivators and Zun cultivators in half a minute, but can you win in half?"
"Can you also summon Godly Supreme Zhi Dao here in half a minute?"
"The answer is no, so you can't fight against the three Zun cultivators. You might be wondering why the three Zun cultivators are afraid of me, a Middle Ultimate God, if they can summon the other two High-Level Ultimate Gods in half a minute. That's because I can also summon the Four Great High-Level Ultimate Gods from Ze Kingdom in half a minute.
"I can summon my master, my father, and my two uncles in half a minute."
Jing Wu Hen tried to reason with Lin Feng in detail. At first, Lin Feng couldn't accept it, but after Jing Wu Hen's persuasion, Lin Feng understood Jing Wu Hen's thoughts and realized that there was a huge gap between him and those people.
To put Jing Wu Hen's words in the simplest way, Lin Feng didn't have a strong High-Level Ultimate God supporting him or a team that belonged to Lin Feng.
Jing Wu Hen had one, which was why the three Zun cultivators were afraid of Young Master Wu Hen and mocked Lin Feng.
It was a very practical reason. Lin Feng felt lucky that he didn't start a war. Otherwise, he would have been in trouble.
"Brother Jing, I was too arrogant." Lin Feng cupped his fists and admitted his mistake. Lin Feng was indeed a little arrogant and took things for granted.
Said Jing Wu Hen while smiling indifferently. He didn't care about Lin Feng's apology. In his eyes, Lin Feng hadn't done anything wrong. If a strong cultivator didn't have a strong heart, he would never be able to progress.
Lin Feng was arrogant, but so was Jing Wu Hen. At first, when Jing Wu Hen had seen Lin Feng, she had been curious, but she hadn't taken him seriously. She had thought that he was someone with potential, but after the battle on Zi Wei Mountain, Jing Wu Hen understood how terrifying Lin Feng was.
It was also at that time that Jing Wu Hen realized his arrogance. Jing Wu Hen was only helping Lin Feng to recognize his arrogance. The sooner he recognized it, the sooner he could correct it, in case of a real crisis in the future.
"Alright, let's stop here. What should we do with him?" Asked Jing Wu Hen waving his hand. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. It was already in the past. Now, he had to deal with Yan Zhen.
He pointed at Yan Zhen and looked at Lin Feng. It was obvious that Jing Wu Hen wanted to kill Yan Zhen to prevent future troubles.
Lin Feng looked at Yan Zhen. If he killed Yan Zhen, Lin Feng wouldn't feel comfortable. Killing Yan Zhen was the same as destroying the country. That would be unfair to the scattered Zun cultivators. No matter what, the country was built by the scattered Zun cultivators. If it was destroyed, Lin Feng would have to face the scattered Zun cultivators.
Even though Yan Zhen didn't have anything to do with the scattered Zun cultivators, he still managed the country. That was an important achievement.
"Don't be softhearted. If you are softhearted, you will be in danger." Said Jing Wu Hen to Lin Feng in a cold way.
Lin Feng knew that being softhearted was dangerous, but it was too difficult.
Jing Wuhen knew that Lin Feng couldn't make that decision, it wasn't a good thing.
"Think about it, he invited the three Zun cultivators to the capital of the country to kill you, isn't that right?"
"Besides, he stole your primordial chaos beast and separated you and your servant for half a year. A moment ago, he wanted to sign a blood contract and steal your beast. Isn't that enough for you to kill him?"
"I know what you're thinking about, but I'll tell you one thing, if you kill Yan Zhen, I'll tell you where the descendants of the scattered Zun cultivators are and then you can go find them."
Said Jing Wuhen. Lin Feng was surprised. That was what Lin Feng was really worried about, the problem of spreading the inheritance of the country.
Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Jing Wu Hen. The latter nodded at him.
Lin Feng nodded and looked at Yan Zhen. He didn't hesitate anymore, Yan Zhen deserved to die.
Yan Zhen also realized that he was going to die, so he didn't struggle. It was normal for the losers to be in the wrong, but the only person he couldn't let go was his daughter, Yan Tianjiao.
"Lin Feng, I can die without regrets. I just hope that you don't kill her." Yan Zhen raised his head and looked at Lin Feng with a complicated expression on his face. This was his only wish.
Nodded Lin Feng. No matter what, Yan Tian Jiao was Lin Feng's benefactor. Lin Feng only hated Yan Zhen, he didn't hate Yan Tian Jiao. As long as Yan Tian Jiao didn't seek revenge, Lin Feng wouldn't kill Yan Tian Jiao.
"Alright, I promise you." Lin Feng nodded as a way to keep his promise.
Yan Zhen smiled in a resplendent way. Suddenly, a dagger appeared in his left hand and he stabbed himself in the heart. He wanted to kill himself. He didn't want Lin Feng to kill him.
"You want to kill yourself? Keep dreaming."
However, Lin Feng wasn't fast enough to take out Zu Ti's sword. The dagger hadn't penetrated his heart yet, but Zu Ti's sword had already pierced through his heart. Blood splashed everywhere. Yan Zhen's eyes were wide open. He was staring at Lin Feng. He had planned everything, but in the end, he had lost.
Yan Zhen's Qi was gone. Just like that, a high-level Zun cultivator had died in front of his house!
"No, Father!"
Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream spread through the entire stronghold. Lin Feng only saw Yan Tian Jiao run towards Yan Zhen's corpse and kneel down on the ground. She couldn't stop her tears from flowing down her face. Yan Tian Jiao's face was filled with tears.
"No, Father, wake up, Father!"
Yan Tian Jiao shook Yan Zhen's body, hoping to hear her father's voice. Unfortunately, Yan Zhen was already dead.
Yan Tian Jiao sat paralyzed on the ground. Tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto her hands. The cool sensation made her despair.
"Hehe, hehe, he's dead, he's dead."
Yan Tian Jiao suddenly laughed. Her laughter was very strange and her face was extremely pale.
Lin Feng and Jing Wuhen became cautious and looked at Yan Tian Jiao's reaction.
Suddenly, a white light flashed and a dagger appeared in Yan Tian Jiao's hand. It was the same dagger that Yan Zhen had just used. Yan Tian Jiao held the dagger and stabbed it into his heart.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense!
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