Demon Dragon Mad God
Chapter 398 - 400 Do we have to fight again?_2

Chapter 398: Chapter 400 Do we have to fight again?_2

This is the advantage strength brings; with strength, everyone respects you, and without it, no one spares you a second glance. The world is just that realistic!

Not far to the side, three Core Disciples showed embarrassed expressions, keeping their heads down in silence.

Lin Feng turned his head to look at the three; they were the same fellow sect members he had encountered in the Misty Xuan Realm last time.

The three were two men and one woman. One of the men had a square face and a robust build; he was an Earth Martial Master Second Layer at the Middle Stage. The other man was tall and skinny with a cold face, and his Cultivation had reached the Earth Martial Master Third Layer at the Early Stage, his presence not weaker than Pang He’s.

The last was a woman, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a full figure and a beautiful face, also a beauty. Her Cultivation had reached the Earth Martial Master Second Layer Peak.

Among the many Core Disciples, the strength of these three was considered powerhouse-level.

Seeing Lin Feng look at them, their complexions turned somewhat pale.

The tall and skinny youth who was an Earth Martial Master Third Layer bit his teeth, stepped forward, and said to Lin Feng with a fist salute: "Brother Lin Feng, last time in the Misty Xuan Realm, we..."

The young man intended to apologize since they almost made a move against Lin Feng in the Misty Xuan Realm.

But before the youth could finish his sentence, Lin Feng waved his hand to interrupt him.

"There’s nothing wrong with trying to grab treasures; it’s perfectly normal!"

Lin Feng waved his hand, speaking nonchalantly.

Lin Feng wasn’t someone petty, he didn’t mind it; after all, at that time, they didn’t know he was a disciple of the Divine Wind Camp, and the three hadn’t actually made a move.

Phew!

Upon hearing this, all three of them heaved a big sigh of relief; they were truly afraid Lin Feng harbored a grudge against them, especially since Lin Feng’s influence in Divine Wind Camp was becoming stronger, even surpassing Duan Jingtian’s.

"Thank you, Brother Lin Feng, for understanding!"

The full-figured woman and the square-faced, tall youth said, fist saluting.

Lin Feng chuckled lightly, and as people had not yet gathered completely, he started to chat with the three.

"What are your names?" asked Lin Feng.

"Brother Lin Feng, my name is Shen Fan!" the tall and skinny youth, who was an Earth Martial Master Third Layer, replied.

"My name is Ren Qianshan!"

"My name is Xia Han!"

The square-faced youth and the full-figured woman also introduced themselves in turn.

Lin Feng nodded, just about to speak when he suddenly stopped.

Looking up into the sky, he saw seven or eight people flying over, with Duan Jingtian naturally among them.

Duan Jingtian and the others quickly arrived, all landing on the square.

Duan Jingtian coldly glanced at Lin Feng, expressionless, while the seven or eight Core Disciples from the Dynasty behind him each gave Lin Feng a murderous stare.

Lin Feng sneered loudly, saying, "You scum of the Dynasty, do you still seek battle?"

Lin Feng’s words immediately made the atmosphere in the field freeze, filled with a gunpowder-like tension.

Duan Jingtian’s eyes were filled with intense murderous intent, and the several Dynasty members behind him showed anger on their faces, but they were not strong enough to dare to step forward and confront Lin Feng.

"Lin Feng, the arrogant ones usually don’t live long!" Duan Jingtian said coldly.

"Oh really?" Lin Feng replied mockingly without agreeing or disagreeing, "When you, Duan Jingtian, were arrogantly looking down on everyone, why didn’t you say this line?"

"Hmph!" Duan Jingtian snorted coldly and stopped looking at Lin Feng, lazily ignoring Lin Feng because, in his heart, Lin Feng was already a dead man!

"Lin Feng, oh Lin Feng, enjoy your arrogance a little longer. Once the Hundred Extremes Tournament is over, both you and the old guy from the Supreme Elder position will have to die," Duan Jingtian thought secretly.

Lin Feng saw Duan Jingtian remain silent, and he too couldn’t be bothered with the latter. Although he really wanted to kill the latter right now, it was obviously not doable.

Swoosh!

Not long after, two more figures flew through the sky, who were the Great Elder and the Second Elder.

Great Elder surveyed everyone one round with his gaze and said aloud, "Now that everyone has arrived, let’s set off. We aim to reach Heavenly Sword Sect before noon!"

Immediately, everyone, led by the Great Elder and the Second Elder, soared into the sky and flew towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.

This time, there were only thirty-two disciples from the Divine Wind Camp competing for spots.

Originally, there were forty-eight core disciples in the Divine Wind Camp. After the fall of Qi Feiyu and Pang He, two were lost, but with the addition of Lin Feng, there were still forty-seven.

However, the Hundred Extremes Tournament had an age requirement; only those under twenty-five were eligible. The ages of the other dozen or so disciples had already exceeded twenty-five, so naturally, there was no need to compete for spots!

Above the sea of clouds, over thirty people flew through the air at an astonishing speed. In just a moment, they had left Divine Wind Camp far behind and soared over Star Water Lake.

The Great Elder and the Second Elder led the way in flight, guiding everyone towards the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Lin Feng flew at the very back, a flash of murderous intent crossing his mind as he looked at Duan Jingtian ahead of him. After a short while, he suppressed the killing intent.

With the Great Elder present, it wasn’t appropriate for him to make a move. The Great Elder’s strength was unfathomable.

The Heavenly Sword Sect was only five to six thousand li away from Divine Wind Camp, and with everyone being high-level Earth Martial Masters, it only took them half a day to reach the location of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

As everyone emerged from the clouds and looked down at the Heavenly Sword Sect below, their eyes couldn’t help but light up.

Magnificent!

The mountain gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect was built on a towering peak that stood straight as a kilometer-high, like a sharp sword piercing the sky. From afar, everyone could feel a strong Sword Qi emanating from the peak.

Shortly after, the group descended to the mountain gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The area was flat at the mountain gate, spanning a few hundred meters. Many Martial Artists were entering in groups, including some loose cultivators and Martial Artists from smaller Sects.

For this Hundred Extremes List competition, Hu Ben Country had thirty spots. Not only could the four major Sects participate, but some smaller Sects and forces could join as well.

Therefore, many from smaller forces had also come to compete for the spots, while some loose cultivators had come to watch.

However, among those small forces, very few disciples had reached the cultivation of an Earth Martial Master before the age of twenty-five.

When the people from Divine Wind Camp arrived, an Elder from Heavenly Sword Sect came forward to greet them with a fist and palm salute: "Your presence graces us, my apologies for not meeting you from afar."

"It’s no trouble!" laughed the Great Elder. "When does the competition for spots begin?"

"Everyone can rest today, and the competition for spots will start early tomorrow morning!" the Elder from Heavenly Sword Sect replied with a smile.

"Haha, the people from Divine Wind Camp actually arrived first, but I’m afraid arriving early won’t translate into more spots!" came a laugh from the sky just then. Everyone looked up to see another group of dozens descending—it was the people from Haotian Sect.

The speaker was a ruddy-faced, tall old man at the front—a Great Elder from the Inner Sect of the Haotian Sect known as Lie Huo.

The Second Elder scoffed with disdain, "Even if Divine Wind Camp gets fewer spots, we’ll still have more than Haotian Sect!"

"Hmph! What’s the use of winning a war of words?" snorted Lie Huo.

"Look, Divine Wind Camp and Haotian Sect are at it again!"

"I heard that during the last tri-Sect trial, over four hundred disciples from Haotian Sect were killed by Divine Wind Camp, how ruthless!"

"However, I also heard that Divine Wind Camp lost hundreds of people, and both Sects were equally damaged!"

Many nearby murmured in hushed conversations.

Seeing the two sides facing off, the reception Elder from Heavenly Sword Sect shook his head helplessly. But since this was Heavenly Sword Sect’s territory, he of course couldn’t let them fight, and hastily said, "Gentlemen, your accommodations have been arranged, please follow me."

"Hmph!" With a cold snort after scanning the people from Divine Wind Camp, Lie Huo walked into Heavenly Sword Sect.

Following behind Lie Huo, Jin Yang, a Core Disciple of Haotian Sect and one of the Hu Ben Trio, had been watching Duan Jingtian closely ever since he arrived, his gaze firmly fixed on him.

Of all the Core Disciples in Divine Wind Camp, aside from Duan Jingtian, there was no one else he deemed worthy of his attention.

"Duan Jingtian, I lost to you a year ago, but in this Hundred Extremes Tournament, I will certainly not fall behind you. I will make it onto the Hundred Extremes List!" Jin Yang said coldly before also walking into Heavenly Sword Sect.