Peerless Martial God 2

"Using a hidden weapon? Do you think you can win?" Lin Feng looked at Qilin teasingly, and with a slight push of the silver needle in his hand, it turned into powder.    

    

"I'm just curious as to why these silver needles can even penetrate my Devil Qi. I want to know." Lin Feng looked at Qilin and asked with interest.    

    

Qilin held onto his arm and fell to the ground with a painful expression on his face. His face was filled with hatred. When Lin Feng saw this, his eyes immediately turned cold as he shouted in a deep voice, "Don't look at me like that. In the current situation, you are the one asking for humiliation. It has nothing to do with me! "..."    

    

"Humph, Lin Feng, we have a grudge against each other!" Qilin bellowed as he stood up and prepared to leave.    

    

"Wait, you want to leave just like this after losing the competition?" Lin Feng lazily shouted as he walked in front of Qilin, his eyes filled with ridicule.    

    

When Qilin heard Lin Feng's words, his eyes immediately froze for a moment before he roared in a deep voice, "Are you really going to fulfill your end of the bet?"    

    

"What? Don't tell me you want to go back on your word?" Lin Feng slightly raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.    

    

Kylin's face immediately darkened, and he couldn't help but shout, "I am the blood brother of the Fourth Son of Saint."    

    

"It has nothing to do with me. I only won the competition!" Lin Feng shook his head, completely ignoring the Fourth Son of Saint and the Fifth Son of Saint.    

    

"I can kneel to you, but if you call me grandpa, I'm afraid the Fourth Son of Saint won't let you off!" Qilin's face was extremely gloomy, and his tone was filled with threat.    

    

"That's not for me to think about. If he doesn't let me go, he can make trouble for me, but you've lost today's competition, so keep your promise!"    

    

Lin Feng did not even consider the Fourth Son of Saint. The one who won today was him, not the Fourth Son of Saint.    

    

Kylin's face turned completely cold. Today, no matter what Lin Feng said, he would not let him go, so this grudge was completely set. In the future, when he saw Lin Feng, he had to kill him, even if he was the head disciple of Da Mo.    

    

"All right, I'll kneel!!" The Kirin clenched his teeth, his heart filled with humiliation. He fell to his knees with a plop, causing countless cries of surprise and mocking laughter.    

    

Qilin's face was completely red. Today, he had completely lost face, so how could he continue living in the Divine Sect in the future?    

    

"Lin Feng, from today onwards, you and I will be enemies that will fight to the death!" Qilin raised his head, his eyes filled with hatred as he roared. His roar was like thunder, causing the entire Exchange Hall to tremble.    

    

Lin Feng smiled indifferently, lowered his head, and said to Qilin: "You still haven't called me grandpa three times."    

    

"You...Don't go too far!" Qilin bellowed, his eyes sinister and sinister.    

    

"What? You are the brother of the Son of Saint, do you want to go back on your word?" Lin Feng shouted coldly as he glared at Qilin.    

    

"That's right, could it be that the younger brother of the Fourth Son of Saint wants to go back on his word?"    

    

"That's right, could it be that only if you win will you be able to fulfill your end of the bet?"    

    

"Tsk, do you really think of yourself as someone important? Brother of the Fourth Son of Saint, who here isn't as powerful as you?"    

    

Qilin's performance attracted the ridicule and humiliation of countless people, allowing Lin Feng to know that this Exchange Hall was the true gathering of the big shots. Even the blood brother of the Fourth Son of Saint was not the strongest background in the eyes of these people, so no one dared to think about how strong these people were.    

    

"Call me grandpa." Lin Feng retracted his gaze and looked at Qilin with a faint smile.    

    

Qilin clenched his teeth so hard that they were about to break. He endured the humiliation in his heart and prepared to call him grandpa.    

    

"Lin Feng, you're courting death!"    

    

At this moment, a monstrous roar sounded out. Countless people only saw a white light flash past, and the entire figure rushed straight towards Lin Feng.    

    

Lin Feng's face turned serious, and his figure moved extremely fast. In a panic, Lin Feng threw out a punch, straight towards the figure in white.    

    

The figure also threw out a punch. Lin Feng groaned and took a few steps back before he could barely stabilize himself. A trace of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.    

    

"Fourth Son of Saint?"    

    

When the people below the stage saw the figure in white, they couldn't help but shout out.    

    

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the white-robed man in front of him. It was the Fourth Son of Saint, but at this moment, the Fourth Son of Saint's face was gloomy and his eyes were filled with killing intent.    

    

"Lin Feng, if you don't die today, then consider it as my Fourth Son of Saint's loss!"    

    

The Fourth Son of Saint's face was sinister. He stepped forward and rushed towards Lin Feng, determined to kill him.    

    

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you." Lin Feng was not afraid at all. Although the Fourth Son of Saint was a Holy Emperor with Initial Success, he might still have the strength to fight against him.    

    

With both fists thrown out, Lin Feng and the Fourth Son of Saint instantly clashed. The only thing that could be seen in the sky was the rolling thunder and the demonic sound waves. It was extremely shocking. Everyone was curious about Lin Feng's background. What guts did he have to fight with the Fourth Son of Saint?    

    

Song Zhuang smiled faintly as he looked at the two of them trembling in the sky. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile. Lin Feng did not disappoint him. It seemed that it was just as that person had said, he was truly fearless.    

    

"You're courting death." The Fourth Son of Saint and Lin Feng exchanged a few punches. Every time, Lin Feng would fall into a disadvantageous position and continuously retreat, but he did not manage to push back Lin Feng's arrogance and courage, causing him to feel a huge sense of humiliation.    

    

"Saint Technique!" The Fourth Son of Saint roared, and finally used one of the most terrifying techniques he had ever used in his life. He had to kill Lin Feng.    

    

Lin Feng felt that the surroundings of the Fourth Son of Saint could no longer be described as terrifying. He would definitely die if he touched it. This was the difference between a Holy Emperor with Initial Success and a Half-Step Holy Emperor.    

    

Lin Feng knew that he would not be able to withstand such a move and might even die from serious injuries, but he would not back down in the slightest.    

    

"Ninth Heaven Saint Devil Art!"    

    

Lin Feng roared, and instantly turned into a monstrous devil. The terrifying Devil Qi made countless people retreat, and the feeling of being devoured was very uncomfortable.    

    

"You're courting death!" The Fourth Son of Saint let out an angry roar, and his sacred art was suddenly activated. His palms struck out, bringing with them a terrifying amount of power, like a thunderstorm.    

    

"Who's looking for death? Not necessarily!" Lin Feng roared, and he also struck out with both of his palms. A Devil Sovereign appeared behind Lin Feng, and a terrifying Devil Qi rushed into the clouds. The sound of thunder rolled, and it was a black Heavenly Thunder.    

    

The two of them exchanged four palm strikes, and Lin Feng immediately felt that his Elemental Strength was insufficient, causing him to immediately fall into a disadvantageous position. Lin Feng continuously retreated, and the Will of Devil Dao began to dissipate, while the golden sacred art continued to advance.    

    

"Kneel down and beg me. I'll spare your life!" The Fourth Son of Saint roared with a sinister expression as he looked at Lin Feng.    

    

Lin Feng gritted his teeth. His face was pale, but he did not change his mind at all.    

    

"In your dreams!"    

    

"Alright, then I'll let you accompany the King of Hell!" The Fourth Son of Saint roared, and golden light shone brightly. His sacred art became more and more profound, and Lin Feng's Will of Devil Dao collapsed even more. Lin Feng only felt a sharp pain in his arm, as if it was going to be cut off.    

    

All of them sighed. They were not of the same rank, and in the end they would be at a disadvantage.    

    

"Lin Feng, step back and let me do it!"    

    

Just as Lin Feng couldn't hold on any longer, Song Zhuang's footsteps were light and his speed was extremely fast. He rushed into the clouds like a black giant eagle.    

    

When Lin Feng saw Song Zhuang attack, he did not want to retreat, but the Elemental Strength was too scattered. If he did not stop, he might be seriously injured.    

    

"Thank you!" Lin Feng shouted as his body suddenly retreated.    

    

"Where are you going?" The Fourth Son of Saint bellowed as he slapped his palms towards Lin Feng's back. The bright golden energy of the sacred art was simply too terrifying.    

    

"Mo Da, you have to be forgiving wherever you can. Don't be too presumptuous!"    

    

Song Zhuang bellowed, and threw out a punch. His fist was covered with a bright blue light, which was the color of the blue sky. The pure and noble Elemental Strength was something that even the sacred arts of the Fourth Son of Saint could not compare with.    

    

"Who are you? How can you have the right to order me? Scram!" The Fourth Son of Saint Moda roared, he struck out with his palms towards Song Zhuang.    

    

Song Zhuang, on the other hand, used his fist to exchange blows with him. The two of them were in a deadlock in the air, neither of them was willing to retreat, and admitted defeat.    

    

Lin Feng stood on the ground, holding onto his chest as he hurriedly recovered his vitality.    

    

"Here's the Divine Stone."