Peerless Martial God 2

"Oh, let him go?" Iron-faced Son of Saint smiled coldly. He looked at Lin Feng's face that was filled with ridicule, and then looked at Hou Qinglin who was beside him. Lin Feng was actually willing to stay here for the latter without any fear of danger. It could be seen that the relationship between the two of them was not ordinary.    

    

With this guess, the Iron-faced Son of Saint was no longer afraid of Lin Feng running away.    

    

"Let him go, but I have a condition." The Iron-faced Son of Saint smiled coldly as he looked at Lin Feng with a playful expression.    

    

"Don't waste time with me, just state your condition." Lin Feng roared and pointed at the Iron-faced Son of Saint. He did not have the time to waste on the former right now. Every second was of utmost importance to Lin Feng, so how could he be in the mood to waste time with the Iron-faced Son of Saint?    

    

Lin Feng's angry roar caused the Iron-faced Son of Saint's face to immediately turn solemn and gloomy. He clenched his fists and roared with a cold smile: "The condition is that you return to the Spiritual Realm Temple with us!"    

    

"I'll go back to the Spiritual Realm Temple with you?" Hearing the Iron-faced Son of Saint's request, Lin Feng's heart couldn't help but tighten. If he were to go to the Spiritual Realm Temple, it would be even more difficult to guarantee his own safety, but if he did not accompany the Iron-faced Son of Saint to the Spiritual Realm Temple, Hou Qinglin would definitely harm the Second Senior Brother in their hands.    

    

"I'll answer..."    

    

"Lin Feng, don't worry about me. Hurry up and leave."    

    

Lin Feng raised his head and was about to nod in agreement when Hou Qinglin suddenly opened his eyes and roared at Lin Feng with all his strength, scaring everyone.    

    

Hou Qinglin shouted angrily. At the same time, he gripped the long spear in Iron-faced Son of Saint's hand tightly and fiercely stabbed it towards his chest. At this moment, Hou Qinglin only had one thought in his mind, and that was to not become a burden to Lin Feng, and even more so, he couldn't let Lin Feng be controlled by the people from the Spiritual Realm Temple.    

    

"You're courting death." Iron-faced Son of Saint's face changed greatly. With a furious roar, he gripped his spear tightly and pulled it backward with all his might. His left foot kicked out fiercely, landing on Hou Qinglin's chest and sending him flying.    

    

Hou Qinglin groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, causing his internal injuries to worsen.    

    

"Lin Feng, cough, cough, hurry up and leave, don't worry about me." Hou Qinglin held onto his chest, enduring the intense pain in his chest, and roared at Lin Feng.    

    

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in anger. Seeing his Second Senior Brother suffering in front of his eyes, Lin Feng became even more furious, and the more furious he became, the more the Devil Will in his body rose up, as if it could feel the Devil Will in Lin Feng's body swelling up, the Blackyou hidden within the Space Ring let out a buzzing sound, and with a whoosh, the Devil Sword flew out.    

    

Lin Feng's chest turned into a black line and Heiyou trembled as it stopped in front of Lin Feng. Lin Feng angrily snorted, and held the Devil Sword in his hand. Today, even if he was heavily injured, he would still save the Second Senior Brother, and the Iron-faced Son of Saint wanted to use Hou Qinglin to control him.    

    

"Second Senior Brother, get out of the way."    

    

Lin Feng bellowed, the Heiyou Sword in his hand turned into a black stream of light, bringing with it a sky full of killing intent and Devil Will as it rolled out. The entire space seemed to have turned into a ball of Devil Qi, rushing straight towards the Iron-faced Son of Saint. Its speed was simply too fast, and even the Iron-faced Son of Saint could only roughly see it.    

    

After Lin Feng's angry shout, Hou Qinglin used all of his remaining strength to dodge the attack range of the Heiyou Sword, and was instantly pierced through by Lin Feng's Heiyou Sword. With a loud bang, countless large holes were pierced through by the Heiyou Sword.    

    

The Iron-faced Son of Saint bellowed. With a light step, he flew up with the spear in his hand and stabbed towards Lin Feng.    

    

"Capture Hou Qinglin." The Iron-faced Son of Saint did not forget that Hou Qinglin was the hostage. Everything was centered around him, so the Iron-faced Son of Saint naturally had to keep an eye on him.    

    

The four disciples of the Spiritual Realm Temple nodded their heads, and all of them ran towards Hou Qinglin with weapons in their hands. Suddenly, at this moment, a black Devil Qi appeared out of thin air. With a whoosh, Hou Qinglin was swept away by the Devil Qi, and everyone disappeared from the ground, leaving only the four disciples with their eyes wide open, and no one knew where they went.    

    

"Lin Feng, I'll take him with me. Remember to come to the Elder of the Devil Domain."    

    

Lin Feng stood high up in the sky, nervously watching Hou Qinglin's figure being swept away by the black Qi. Just as he was about to give chase, he heard the Sound Transmitting of the figure in the Devil Qi just now, causing Lin Feng to be shocked.    

    

So it was someone from the Devil Domain Elder...    

    

But why did the Devil Domain Elder want to help him? Forget it, let's focus on dealing with the Iron-faced Son of Saint first.    

    

Thinking about this, Lin Feng clenched the Heiyou Sword tightly, and his heart relaxed slightly. Without Hou Qinglin as a hostage, Lin Feng could fight with the Iron-faced Son of Saint freely.    

    

"You threatened me with the Second Senior Brother. Let's settle this score." Lin Feng bellowed, he took a step forward, the Heiyou Sword in his hand turned into a ball of demonic light, and Lin Feng also disappeared into the sky, as if he had never appeared.    

    

"Not good." When the Iron-faced Son of Saint saw Lin Feng's figure disappear, his expression immediately changed. He used all his strength to lean forward, and at this moment, Lin Feng's Heiyou Sword suddenly appeared behind the Iron-faced Son of Saint. It was only half an inch away from piercing into the Iron-faced Son of Saint's back.    

    

The Heiyou Sword appeared, and Lin Feng's figure also appeared behind the Iron-faced Son of Saint. He struck out with his palm, but it missed, because the Iron-faced Son of Saint had dodged it.    

    

"Lin Feng, give up. I am at the peak of the Great Perfection Holy Emperor. You can't beat me." The Iron-faced Son of Saint gripped his spear tightly, and shouted at Lin Feng with a cold expression.    

    

"I will kill you today." Lin Feng did not waste any more time with the Iron-faced Son of Saint, and directly attacked. He threw out a punch, and at the same time, he kicked out the Heiyou Sword with his left foot. The Devil Sword turned into a ray of light and flew straight towards the four disciples behind the Iron-faced Son of Saint.    

    

Pop, pop, pop...    

    

The sound of three swords piercing into flesh could be heard, followed by three miserable cries. The Iron-faced Son of Saint's face darkened as he watched his subordinate's heart being pierced by the Heiyou Sword. The three disciples instantly lost their breath and died here, and the remaining disciple slipped and dodged the fatal blow.    

    

But he was also frightened and wanted to escape, but Lin Feng did not give him the chance. The Heiyou sword continued to fly towards the disciple's chest.    

    

"You're going too far! How dare you kill someone from my Holy Hall? You're courting death!" The Iron-faced Son of Saint bellowed, he threw out his spear, blocking the Heiyou Sword's attack, and at the same time, he struck out with his palm, heading straight for Lin Feng.    

    

"I'm not afraid of you. I am no longer the Holy Emperor with Initial Success Lin Feng. Your peak has no advantage over me." Lin Feng charged forward fearlessly. With a furious roar, he punched out with both of his fists, and a terrifying wave of air struck both sides.    

    

Lin Feng let out a muffled groan as he was sent flying dozens of meters away by the Iron-faced Son of Saint's punch. At the same time, the Iron-faced Son of Saint was unable to take advantage of him and was sent flying dozens of meters away. There was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.    

    

Iron-faced Son of Saint wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. This was the first time he was injured. The last time he fought with Di Shu, he was only at a disadvantage and was not injured at all. But this time, he was actually injured by Lin Feng, this yellow-haired brat, which made him feel humiliated.    

    

"Ahh!! You're courting death!" The Iron-faced Son of Saint roared, and his face instantly turned ferocious. He clenched his fists and quickly punched towards Lin Feng's chest.    

    

Lin Feng calmly changed his hand gestures, and the aura of time and space became stronger and stronger.    

    

He had arrived!    

    

Suddenly, Lin Feng shouted in his heart. He waved his hands and a black demonic light spread out. In an instant, the surrounding area became pitch black and the surroundings became somber.    

    

"Silence Array, come out!" Lin Feng bellowed, and the power of the array formation was completely unleashed as he rushed towards the Iron-faced Son of Saint.    

    

The Iron-faced Son of Saint was not prepared enough. He did not even feel the formation of the array silently forming. He was suddenly struck by a terrifying killing intent and the attack of the array caused the Iron-faced Son of Saint's face to turn deathly pale. His chest was heavily injured and had already collapsed.    

    

"Run!" The Iron-faced Son of Saint held his chest and shouted angrily at the disciples behind him. The two of them prepared to escape.    

    

"Where are you going?" Lin Feng roared, holding onto the Heiyou Sword, he chased after it at lightning speed. Today, he was fighting with his back against the water, and he was afraid that even if he exhausted all of his Yuan Qi, he would still be severely injured or even killed by the Iron-faced Son of Saint. Otherwise, the further he went, the more disasters he would bring.