"Kill me? Come on! Lin Feng, let's see how you kill me!"
Lin Zhen, instead of getting angry, laughed. His cultivation had improved greatly recently, and he had long wanted to fight Lin Feng again.
"Good, I'll grant your wish!"
Lin Feng wasted no words. He immediately summoned the Youming Magic Pot, intending to trap Lin Zhen within it.
"Be careful!"
The moment Immortal Crane Zhenren saw the Youming Magic Pot, his expression changed drastically. He immediately stood up and pulled Lin Zhen away.
"Master, don't stop me. I must personally slay this little beast today!"
Lin Zhen said indignantly.
"You are no match for him. That is the Youming Magic Pot in his hands, a treasure even I fear!"
Immortal Crane Zhenren said sternly, forcefully pushing Lin Zhen aside.
Then, a fierce look flashed across his face. "Kid, you've even brought out the Youming Magic Pot. You truly intend to kill my disciple."
"Since that's the case, I can't let you live!"
Immortal Crane Zhenren harbored killing intent. Lin Zhen was his most beloved disciple, and he couldn't tolerate Lin Feng, a ticking time bomb, remaining by Lin Zhen's side.
"Fine, then you die too!"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and directly opened the Sealing Demon Lid.
Instantly, the Youming Magic Pot released a terrifying suction force, rapidly engulfing Immortal Crane Zhenren.
This scene shocked everyone present.
No one had expected Lin Feng to be so arrogant as to attack Immortal Crane Zhenren.
Even Lin Zhongtian and Lin Zhen were somewhat stunned.
Facing Lin Feng's attack with the magic pot, Immortal Crane Zhenren quickly used his clone technique, splitting himself into over a dozen figures.
However, it was useless. The dozen clones were instantly sucked into the pot by Lin Feng.
"Master!"
Lin Zhen couldn't help but cry out in alarm. He was terrified by the Youming Magic Pot, thinking that Immortal Crane Zhenren had been sucked into it.
At the same time, he deeply realized Lin Feng's current formidable power.
If it had been him, he would have had no chance to resist at all.
"Calm down. Senior Immortal Crane won't be defeated by this brat so easily,"
Ji Zhengchun said with a smile to appease him.
As his words fell, as expected, Immortal Crane Zhenren's true body suddenly appeared from the void.
It turned out that Immortal Crane Zhenren had known about the Youming Magic Pot's ability to devour people for a long time, so he had used his clone technique to shield himself from the disaster.
"Insolent child, die!"
Immortal Crane Zhenren roared and struck towards Lin Feng's forehead with his palm.
This palm strike was so fast that it was impossible to dodge. Even Lin Feng, using his Flying Pig speed, was hit on the arm.
With a bang.
He was sent flying backward, his left arm already mangled, revealing bone through the torn flesh.
Failing to land a decisive blow, Immortal Crane Zhenren decisively struck out again, having made up his mind to completely eliminate Lin Feng.
"No, no!"
Wang Huixin and Hua Yu cried out in shock to stop him.
Immortal Crane Zhenren was, after all, a master ranked fourth on the Heaven Ranking. Lin Feng had no chance of victory against him.
How could Lin Feng not feel the vast difference in strength between himself and Immortal Crane Zhenren?
Sensing the approaching crisis, he remained completely unfazed because he knew very well that Ying Tianqing would not stand by and watch him be killed.
As expected, at the critical moment, Ying Tianqing moved.
He slowly stood up and, with a single thought, appeared before Lin Feng.
He waved his hand, and the unstoppable Immortal Crane Zhenren, before he could even get close, was sent flying by a terrifying force.
"Lin Feng, you are truly too weak! However, I quite appreciate your defiant attitude. It reminds me of my own hot-blooded days."
Ying Tianqing said calmly.
Once upon a time, he too had been looked down upon by many, just like Lin Feng.
But he had never been afraid. No matter how strong his opponent was, he would just fight.
"Who, who are you?"
Immortal Crane Zhenren, who had fallen heavily to the ground, looked at Ying Tianqing with unprecedented fear.
Because the moment Ying Tianqing made his move, he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
Not only Immortal Crane Zhenren but Ji Zhengchun also couldn't sit still.
He was also very curious about Ying Tianqing's identity.
"Who am I? You are not worthy of knowing!"
"Is it fun to bully people with your backing? Then I'll tell you, I am Lin Feng's backing. Now I'll help him bully you."
Ying Tianqing smiled faintly and pointed with his finger.
With a snap!
In everyone's disbelieving eyes, Immortal Crane Zhenren's left arm exploded into nothingness.
"Ah!"
Immortal Crane Zhenren clutched his exploding arm, screaming in agony.
Ying Tianqing seemed unwilling to spare him. He pointed again, and Immortal Crane Zhenren's right arm also burst apart.
Then it was his legs, both of which exploded with a bang, leaving only half a torso that let out a shrill howl.
Such masterful skill stunned everyone, and they couldn't help but gasp in cold air.
Ji Zhengchun turned pale with fright, utterly unable to believe that someone like Ying Tianqing, a supreme master, could exist.
If it were him, he had no doubt that Ying Tianqing could end his life with a casual flick of his finger!
Too strong, simply a monstrous existence!
Lin Zhongtian and Lin Zhen's hearts pounded wildly.
They knew Immortal Crane Zhenren's strength best; he was an unrestrained existence.
Yet, facing Ying Tianqing, Immortal Crane Zhenren was like an ant, at his mercy.
What was Ying Tianqing's background?
How could Lin Feng befriend such a heaven-defying existence?
"Kid, are you satisfied? If not, you can handle the rest yourself. I have no interest in trash!"
Ying Tianqing glanced at Lin Feng and waved his hand. Lin Feng's injured left arm instantly healed perfectly.
This divine and unfathomable skill further astonished everyone.
Lin Feng stood up, looking gratefully at Ying Tianqing.
"Old man, you want to kill me? Come on, get up!"
Lin Feng looked at the half-bodied Immortal Crane Zhenren, a relaxed smile on his face.
Immortal Crane Zhenren was already sweating profusely from the pain. At this moment, looking at Lin Feng's smiling face, he felt as if he had seen a ghost.
Of course, he was not afraid of Lin Feng, but of Ying Tianqing behind him!