Peerless Martial God 2

Song Zhuang stopped Fan Shengjun from opening the Space Ring and stood in the middle of the few people with a bright smile on his face. The Fourth Son of Saint looked at Song Zhuang gloomily, but that was all. He did not dare to provoke Song Zhuang anymore, and only he knew why.    

    

"Ai ai ai, listen to me." Song Zhuang's face was filled with smiles. Lin Feng was speechless, he did not understand what the former was up to.    

    

"Speak." Fan Shengjun looked at Song Zhuang and said with a smile, while Song Zhuang chuckled and continued: "If the quality and number of the corpses that Lin Feng stole far surpass that of Da Mo, how would the Divine Sect reward him?"    

    

When Song Zhuang said this, he looked at everyone, and instantly, everyone's expression changed. Other than Lin Feng, everyone else looked at Song Zhuang in shock. Of course, under this shock was ridicule and ridicule.    

    

"Haha, this is too funny. Martial Uncle Lin Feng can actually surpass the grandmaster Da Mo. What kind of joke is this?"    

    

Wu Lin was the first to laugh sarcastically. He pointed at Song Zhuang with a smile on his face and then shook his head forcefully. Song Zhuang's words were simply sensational.    

    

Qilin also looked at Song Zhuang with a teasing expression and said: "It's already amazing enough for you to obediently hand over one and a half corpses. Even my brother only managed to steal three corpses, so what can you do?"    

    

As Qilin spoke, he shouted with a cold expression.    

    

"That can only mean that your brother is trash!" Lin Feng looked coldly at Qilin and shouted indifferently. Immediately, the Fourth Son of Saint Moda's face darkened, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Lin Feng, you humiliated the Son of Saint, what crime should you commit?"    

    

"And what do you mean by humiliating me?" Lin Feng shouted at Mo Da with a cold expression. He did not give the latter any face at all, nor did he need to give the latter any face, because the latter never gave him any face.    

    

Lin Feng's goal in treating people was that if you respect me by a foot, I will respect you by a foot. If you humiliate me by even half an inch, I will torture you to death!    

    

"Humiliate you? I am a Son of Saint, of course I can. Don't forget, I am your Martial Uncle? "The Fourth Son of Saint Moda looked at Lin Feng with a face full of ridicule and shouted.    

    

Hearing this, Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and smiled sarcastically. He shook his head and didn't say anything.    

    

"Senior Brother Sect Master, please open it." Lin Feng looked at Fan Shengjun and said.    

    

Fan Shengjun nodded and prepared to open it.    

    

"We can't fight, Lin Feng. They haven't said anything about the rewards. We can't fight." Song Zhuang stopped Fan Shengjun and put the Space Ring into his hand. By the time Fan Shengjun reacted, Song Zhuang had already grabbed the ring, causing Fan Shengjun's eyes to narrow as he looked at Song Zhuang in shock.    

    

There were very few people who could snatch something from Fan Shengjun's hands. Even the few Sons of Saint were unable to do it in the Grand Sect Master's generation, but Song Zhuang was able to do it so easily. Fan Shengjun once again began to doubt Song Zhuang's identity, but his own master, the Grand Sect Master, asked Song Zhuang to move around the Divine Sect at will, causing him to be even more puzzled.    

    

"Song Zhuang, stop messing around. Give the ring to the sect master. I believe he will make a decision." Lin Feng bellowed as he looked at Song Zhuang.    

    

Song Zhuang's expression dimmed, and then he shook his head indifferently. He threw the ring to Fan Shengjun, who grabbed the ring tightly, opened the Space Ring, and placed the things inside on the ground.    

    

In an instant, everyone's breathing froze, especially the Fourth Son of Saint Moda's as he looked at the corpses on the ground. He couldn't help but clench his fists and creak.    

    

Fan Shengjun's eyes widened as he looked at the twenty or so corpses on the ground. Among them, there were four Great Perfection Holy Emperors, a dozen or so Holy Emperors with Initial Success, Sovereign Holy Kings, and so on.    

    

Although the number was not as much as the number of corpses that Da Mo had stolen, the level was far higher than that of Da Mo. Furthermore, Da Mo was a hundred years ago, so there must have been very few Corpse Devils at that time, but now that a hundred years had passed, how many corpses had been transformed?    

    

Therefore, if Lin Feng's result was really calculated, the position of Grand Elder would most likely be taken. If that was the case, then he would instantly be on the same level as the Fourth Son of Saint.    

    

The Fourth Son of Saint's face was ashen and even a little purple. If that was the case, his face would be completely gone, because all the corpses he had stolen were now with Lin Feng.    

    

Qilin also saw the corpse on the ground and roared. He pointed at Lin Feng and shouted, "Speak, where did this come from?"    

    

"I don't like others pointing at me. Do you want to be like Wu Lin?"    

    

Lin Feng slowly raised his head, looked at Qilin, and shouted.    

    

As soon as Lin Feng's words came out, Qilin immediately felt a cold and terrifying killing intent sweep over. Qilin avoided his gaze and looked at Wu Lin. Although the latter tried his best to hide, he could still see that Wu Lin's index finger had been chopped off.    

    

Qilin's eyes focused, and he no longer dared to point his finger at Lin Feng. It was also because of this that Wu Lin held a grudge against Lin Feng, but he was no match for Lin Feng, so he could only use this opportunity to humiliate him.    

    

"Lin Feng, what my brother wants to snatch are these corpses, but the seven great Corpse Devil Generals forced us to retreat. May I ask how you obtained them?" Qilin asked in a deep voice as he pointed to the corpses on the ground.    

    

When Mo Da heard his brother's question, he couldn't help but raise his eyes. He wanted to know how Lin Feng had done it.    

    

Lin Feng glanced at Qilin, then looked at Mo Da. Finally, he looked at Fan Shengjun and said with a faint smile: "Secret, you only need to know that this was stolen by me, Lin Feng."    

    

"Alright, Lin Feng, we'll see!"    

    

The Fourth Son of Saint Moda shouted coldly, and nodded his head with a ferocious gaze. After that, Er fiercely left the Sect Master's pavilion, and Qilin did not have the face to stay here any longer, so he followed Mo Da out.    

    

Wu Lin also wanted to follow him, but he was stopped by Fan Shengjun's angry shout and did not dare to move.    

    

"Master." Wu Lin looked at Fan Shengjun with a face full of fear.    

    

Fan Shengjun glanced at Wu Lin and shouted in a deep voice: "You are not allowed to interact with them in the future, or else I will send you to the life and death arena!"    

    

Fan Shengjun's words caused Wu Lin's face to be filled with fear, scaring Wu Lin so much that he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, causing Lin Feng to feel surprised.    

    

Was the life and death arena really so terrifying? It actually made a person like Wu Lin feel fear?    

    

"Junior brother Lin Feng, I'm afraid your contribution is incomparable to anyone else in the Divine Sect. I will immediately take the corpse to my master and the other Martial Uncles to discuss. I hope that there will be a countermeasure very soon. Please calm down!"    

    

Fan Shengjun cupped his fists and smiled at Lin Feng.    

    

Lin Feng did not care about this and allowed Fan Shengjun to bring these bodies out of the Sect Master's pavilion, heading straight for the Grand Sect Master's palace.    

    

"Tsk tsk, Lin Feng, you're going to be famous this time. If you become the Grand Elder, wouldn't you be on the same level as your master?"    

    

Song Zhuang looked at Lin Feng and asked in ridicule.    

    

Lin Feng laughed bitterly and did not say a word. These were all worldly possessions. What he wanted was only the Divine Stone, and only the Divine Stone could increase his strength and break through to the next level.    

    

Especially now that he had broken through to the Divine level, ordinary epiphanies and teachings were useless. Now was the time to use the Divine Stone. Whoever had more Divine Stones, had a stronger ability to break through, and had a stronger comprehension ability would be able to advance.    

    

Lin Feng did not say anything. After bidding farewell to Song Zhuang, he immediately returned to the Da Mo's palace.    

    

Before Lin Feng even entered the palace, he had already seen the figure of Da Mo standing at the top of the palace. His black robe fluttered in the wind, and his black iron mask seemed so aloof.    

    

"Lin Feng, come in. I have something to talk to you."