Chapter 900: Instant Kill! The Overlord's Presence

"What kind of aura is this?"

Liu Fanyu's pupils shrank as he stared at Ling Feng, disbelief written across his face. A month ago, Ling Feng's presence hadn't been this overwhelming. Clearly, he'd gained something extraordinary in Qingtian Fortress's Ancient Tower Grove.

Though no one favored the East Court Sword Team, the Fourth Prince was thorough. He'd sent Liu Fanyu to probe Ling Feng's limits.

If Ling Feng couldn't even match up to Liu Fanyu, then there was nothing to worry about. But if he managed to defeat him, then the East Court's Sword Team was not to be taken lightly.

The Royal Sword Team, as the empire's pride, could not lose!

Liu Fanyu steadied his breath, gripping his sword. Ling Feng's oppressive aura made his skin crawl.

"My god, that's Ling Feng!"

"Look! The East Court Sword Team's dark horse is fighting the Royal Sword Team's Liu Fanyu!"

A crowd swarmed the streets. This duel, right before the official match, was a golden chance to gauge the East Court's real strength.

Would they be crushed? Or could they truly rival the Royal Sword Team?

"Didn't Liu Fanyu already lose to Ling Feng once?"

"Fool! Last time, Ling Feng's maid intervened. I saw it! Beautiful and terrifyingly strong!"

"But today, it's just Ling Feng versus Liu Fanyu. No maid to save him. This'll be good!"

"To the northern district, quick!"

The news spread instantly.

Liu Fanyu clenched his sword, his palms damp with sweat. "He's only early-stage Transformation Realm," Liu Fanyu muttered. "I'm a second-level Spiritual Element Realm genius with sixty-six meridian gates!"

Yet Ling Feng's aura chilled his soul.

"Not attacking?" Ling Feng tilted his blade. "Then I'll start."

Liu Fanyu gulped. "Ling Feng, don't think—"

Whoosh!

Ling Feng vanished, leaving an afterimage.

"Fifth Primordial Lock—open!"

His elemental qi exploded, a hurricane-force shockwave hurling bystanders back. Buildings shuddered, tiles nearly ripped away.

Silence. Then—

"W-What was that?"

"Ten times stronger than during the tournament!"

Liu Fanyu's robe split. Blood sprayed as he collapsed against his sword.

One move. Instant kill.

He gaped. That strike could've cleaved him in two.

A single month. How had Ling Feng grown

this

much?

"Run back to Yan Jinghong. Tell him to prepare for death!"

Ling Feng sheathed his sword. His gaze alone froze the crowd's blood.

Liu Fanyu fled, clutching his chest.

By the time the crowd recovered, Ling Feng and his maid were gone.

"Ten steps, one kill. A thousand miles, unstoppable. That's dominance!"

"Maybe this is what it means to be a genius, a peerless talent who rivals even the legendary figures of the Empire."

A cold wind swept by as admiration lit up everyone's eyes.

Perhaps that undefeated legend would truly fall at the hands of this monster!

...

Atop a tall building, a man in a golden robe, appearing to be around thirty years old, held a luminous jade cup filled with fine wine.

His eyes were deep and quiet, yet naturally imposing. Standing at the edge of the windowsill, no one could tell what he was thinking.

"Your Highness, Fourth Prince! Liu Fanyu has been defeated!"

Outside the door, a guard hurriedly reported.

Crack!

With a crisp snap, the Fourth Prince's luminous cup shattered into dust in his hand. His cold eyes locked onto the messenger, and he spoke in a chilling tone, "How many moves?"

"O-one... just one move!"

The guard shuddered under the Fourth Prince's murderous aura. Given the prince's temperament, displeasing him often meant death.

"One move!"

The Fourth Prince slowly blew the powder from his palm, gazing out the window. With a faint wave of his sleeve, he said tonelessly, "Leave."

"By your command!"

The guard bowed and retreated, grateful to escape with his life.

"Your Highness Fourth Prince, Liu Fanyu was merely trash within the Royal Sword Team. That Ling Feng defeated him in one move means nothing."

A man in violet martial attire rose and addressed the Fourth Prince calmly. "Your Highness Fourth Prince need not concern himself."

"Exactly. Ling Feng is nothing but trash. Even slightly stronger trash remains trash. When the time comes, I'll execute him personally."

Yan Jinghong, who had been present in the room, spoke with slightly tempered arrogance in the Fourth Prince's presence.

"

Oh?

Is that so?"

The Fourth Prince let out a cold sneer. "This Ling Feng, from enrolling in Tianwei Academy to now, has risen from a remote village wild boy to a monster capable of rivaling our Royal Sword Team members in less than a year. Tell me..."

He whirled around, his gaze sweeping across the room like a blade.

"Can any of you so-called geniuses claim the same?"