Chapter 1467: "Wind Master" Song Feilian

"Junior Brother Ling, now is the time for you to win honor for the Hall of War! Please step forward and fight!"

"That's right. Whether for the greater cause or for personal reasons, you should take action!"

"..."

Voices of urging rose one after another without pause.

Those veteran elite disciples of the Hall of War were filled with righteous anger. One after another, they called for Ling Feng to fight. They all knew his strength was far from what it appeared on the surface. If he faced Clair, his chances were not zero.

If he could win back the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow, it would not only uphold the Hall of War's dignity, but also serve as consolation for the fallen Great Emperor experts who had died to that arrow.

These disciples, who had fought in the Hall of War for many years, carried a deep sense of belonging and honor towards the Hall of War.

"Junior Brother Ling, please fight!"

Yuan Ling rushed over while carrying the barely conscious Yan Wufeng. He stopped in front of Ling Feng, his eyes filled with pleading.

For him, the matter was simple. He wanted Ling Feng to avenge his comrade and the late Sun Yuling!

"Yeah, you act arrogant all the time. Now that there is a chance to bring glory to the Hall of War, you shrink back. Are you only capable of turning on your own people?"

From within the crowd, Yuwen Liang spoke in a strange tone, deliberately stirring trouble. Seeing Ling Feng remain silent, many disciples frowned and began to harbor resentment toward him.

"

Hehe!

"

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh. "Easy for you to say. Why don't you go instead? You want me to risk my life to reduce your threats? Keep dreaming!"

With that, Ling Feng turned to leave. He was not foolish.

It was not that he refused to fight. The stake offered by the other side was not enough.

Drucker had taken out three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows, yet Clair only put forward one.

One arrow was far from enough to make him act!

As expected, the moment Ling Feng withdrew, Clair immediately took out a second Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow.

"Brat, look carefully. That makes two arrows now. Aren't you going to think it over?"

"Two arrows?"

The Hall of War disciples were shocked. The sound of people swallowing nervously could be heard everywhere.

These arrows had claimed the lives of countless Great Emperor experts from the Hall of War. As long as they remained in barbarian hands, they would continue to reap more lives in the future.

If they could win them back, then one day they could use these arrows to kill barbarian Great Emperors. It would be returning the favor in the same coin and venting a long held grievance for the entire Hall of War.

"Junior Brother Ling!"

Feng Shaoan took a deep breath and stepped forward, blocking Ling Feng's path.

"Junior Brother Ling, perhaps you have not been in the Hall of War long enough to understand our hatred toward those arrows. Still, for the sake of us being fellow disciples from Dongling Immortal Pool, please set aside past grievances and fight!"

If he could fight in Ling Feng's place, he would do so without hesitation, even if he knew he might lose.

"Move!"

Ling Feng snorted coldly. His expression was icy, without the slightest trace of emotion.

Feng Ling and Chu Tiange both showed surprise. Ling Feng was usually not this cold and distant.

Even if not for the Hall of War's honor, with his temperament, he would likely want to deal with someone like Clair.

"Junior Brother Ling, please fight!"

Feng Shaoan took a deep breath. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly knelt before Ling Feng.

His father had died to the Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow!

If Ling Feng could reclaim those arrows, then in a sense, it would bring comfort to his father's spirit.

"Junior Brother Ling, please fight!"

Yuan Ling clenched his fists. Looking at the heavily injured Yan Wufeng and recalling the once lively Sun Yuling, he also dropped to one knee before Ling Feng.

"Please, you must fight!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips and replied in a flat tone, "Sorry. I only have one life!"

"What kind of answer is that!"

"This bastard! He really is a coward! Completely useless!"

For a moment, curses erupted among the Hall of War disciples. When fighting their own, he was ruthless. When facing the barbarians, he backed down?

If Lin Mu were here, his sharp mind would have seen through Ling Feng's intentions at once.

On the other side, Clair clearly did not expect Ling Feng to be so "cowardly". He furrowed his brows as he took out the third Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrow.

"Brat, open your eyes and look carefully. Three arrows now! You only get one chance. If you still refuse, you will have no face left to remain in the Hall of War!"

Clair raised all three arrows high. Countless resentful souls of fallen Great Emperors lingered around them. Even in death, they had not found peace.

At the moment Clair raised the third arrow, a white figure descended from the sky.

This person was the eighth of the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes, "Wind Master" Song Feilian.

Among those entering the Hunting Battlefield, the two Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes were the eighth ranked "Wind Master" Song Feilian and the ninth ranked "Thunder Master" Yang Zhen.

The instant Song Feilian appeared, the entire scene fell silent. Even the wind seemed to stop. The Red Stone Canyon became eerily quiet.

He was known as Wind Master, and naturally excelled in the power of wind.

"Ling Feng, accept his challenge!"

Song Feilian's gaze fell on Ling Feng as he issued the order in a tone that allowed no refusal.

Others were pleading. Song Feilian had the authority to command.

Although the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes were still disciples in name, their status within the Hall of War was equivalent to that of high-ranking elders.

All eyes turned toward Ling Feng.

With Song Feilian speaking, would Ling Feng still dare to refuse?

Refuse?

Why would he refuse?

Ling Feng's goal from the beginning had been to take all three arrows in one move. There was no reason to keep resisting.

Still, the act had to be convincing. Ling Feng frowned slightly and looked up at Song Feilian.

"Well, since Senior Brother Song has spoken, I can hardly refuse. But what about the three arrows if I win? After all, my opponent is a Great Emperor. I am only at the Spiritual Sea Realm. There is a good chance I might not come back!"

"..."

The moment those words were spoken, the veteran elite disciples of the Hall of War twitched at the corners of their mouths as they cursed him inwardly.

What nonsense!

Afraid of a Great Emperor?

How many Great Emperors had already been beaten down by you?

Song Feilian remained silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Since this is a wager duel directed at you, whatever you win will belong to you."

He then raised his voice and declared, "Everyone listen carefully. If Junior Brother Ling wins the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows, they are his. Anyone who dares covet them will be treated as my enemy!"