"Alright, I've said all there is to say. I've given some of you an opportunity, unfortunately, you don't know how to cherish it. Since that's the case, then..."

  Duan Tianlang paused slightly at this point and raised his arm.

  As he moved, the sound of his bow and arrow being drawn was uniform and neat, with an increasingly dense aura of killing intent.

  "It's time to take action."

  The crowd held its breath for a moment, then they saw Duan Tianlang's arm swing down, and he whispered a word.

  "Extinction."

  This single word of destruction is like a deathly magical sound, entwining itself around people's hearts.

  "Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

  Fearsome whistling sounds filled the sky, endless arrows pierced through the air, blocking out the sun and covering the entire valley. Countless arrows fell from the sky, except for the spot where Duan Tian Lang and others stood on the platform of life and death, all other areas were covered by the endless arrows that tore through the sky.

  Yun Hai Zong, the crowd looked up at the dark arrows covering the sky, blocking out the heavens, and in their eyes was confusion and despair.

  So many arrows, unavoidable, and each one, like a meteor, extremely swift and fierce, the Red Blooded Iron Cavalry, not a single mediocre soldier.

  After a moment, the cries of agony echoed through space. Arrows were lodged in the heads, chests, shoulders and arms of the Cloud Sea Sect disciples, their bright red blood dyeing the entire valley red.

  Only those with strong strength can resist the power of these arrows and escape, but this is only the first wave of attack.

  On the watchtower, Nangong Ling shattered the arrows flying towards him into powder with his head held high, but his eyes were closed in pain. He didn't dare to look at the bodies that had fallen, every single one of them was a disciple of the sect who had once worshiped and admired him. But he, Nangong Ling, as the master of Yunhai Sect, could only watch helplessly as this massacre unfolded before his eyes.

  The various elders of Yunhai Sect were also staring with bloodshot eyes, their pupils gleaming with a thirst for blood. They had never dreamed that the day of the sect's grand competition, the most important day for Yunhai Sect, would become the day of its destruction.

  The first wave of arrows finally fell, and the blood of the Yunhai Sect disciples gathered into a river of blood, flowing quietly in the canyon.

  On the stage of life and death, Lin Feng quietly gazed at the river formed by the convergence of blood, dazzling sunlight poured down, shining on Lin Feng's body, but he did not feel a hint of warmth, only endless desolation and coldness.

  Disciples in the canyon, some have forever closed their eyes, others are still struggling to die, crying and wailing towards the sky, while others have gone mad, wildly screaming.

  If they were in their past life, at their age, they should still be in school.

  They have their own parents and siblings, and their future is full of endless possibilities.

  They come to Yunhai Zong, pursuing strength, in order to live a better life on the mainland and gain respect from others.

  However, with Duan Tianlang's order, infinite possibilities turned into a death knell, and one by one, the lives fell in the sea of blood.

  Lin Feng's heart had never been so cold, so icy, so piercing. Those people who not long ago were just like him, with blood and flesh.

  "Hmm..."

  He raised his head, and Lin Feng heavily spat out a mouthful of turbid air, which mixed with the bloody air. His pupils were a piece of gray, emotionless, desireless, deep and boundless, as if it was an bottomless pit.

  In the face of overwhelming power, human life is like a scrap of paper, torn to shreds at will, scattered by the wind, leaving no trace.

  This is reality, a cruel and bloody reality. Without great power, you are but an ant, your life as insignificant as a blade of grass.

  "Let go..."

  Duan Tianlang's voice rang out again, causing the space to tremble. Those sharp arrows once again emitted a deadly aura, descending from the sky.

  Cries of despair and frantic shouts echoed out, but to no avail. The Yunhai Sect was decimated under the hail of arrows, with countless deaths, especially among the young outer sect disciples who were nearly wiped out.

  "Ah..."

  A scream echoed out, filled with endless guilt and sorrow.

  Liu Fei crouched on the ground, staring at those corpses one by one, her hands grasping her long hair, her beautiful face devoid of any blood color, only pale.

  The person who killed him was Chi Xue Tie Qi, a subordinate of his father's.

  The person killed was Yun Hai's fellow disciple and junior, also her father's fellow clansman.

  But she and countless others could only watch in horror, their hearts torn apart, yet unable to stop the carnage that unfolded before their eyes.

  "Bring her over."

  Duan Tianlang glanced at Liu Fei and said indifferently.

  Duan Han nodded slightly and lifted his feet, walking towards Liu Fei.

  However, at this moment, a figure flashed and came to his front, blocking Liu Fei's body behind him, it was Lin Feng.

  "Scram, if you want to die, it's not like it can't wait a moment."

  Duàn Hán's voice was cold and indifferent as he spoke expressionlessly.

  But Lin Feng seemed as if he hadn't heard his words, staring at him with those icy and ruthless grey pupils, quietly staring at the father-son pair.

  Massacring tens of millions of people, with a calm and serene expression, as if nothing had happened. How cold-blooded must one be to achieve such nonchalance?

  "Huh?"

  Duan Han furrowed his brow and immediately saw Lin Feng's pupils, emotionless grey pupils with an eerie aura.

  Seeing such a pair of pupils, Duan Han's body involuntarily rose with a hint of chill.

  "If you're looking for death, then I'll help you achieve it."

  Duan Hanleng let out a cold snort, his face looking unpleasant. He was actually feeling a chill run down his spine because of Lin Feng's eyes, which was humiliating.

  In his eyes, Lin Feng was just okay with his natural talent, but that's all. He didn't even have the qualifications to compare himself to him.

  Especially when he saw Liu Fei caring about Lin Feng, it made him want to trample Lin Feng under his feet and let Liu Fei see that in front of him, Lin Feng was nothing.

  A powerful sword aura burst out from Duan Han's body, he was the owner of Sword Martial Soul. From a young age, he had practiced sword techniques and sword martial skills, and was extremely familiar with swords. Now, even without using a sword, he could use his hands as a substitute for a sword. In his eyes, anything could be used as a sword.

  A palm chopped down, a powerful sword aura took shape, like a real sword, slashing towards Lin Feng at will.

  This sword didn't even use any martial arts, Liu Fei said he defeated Lin Feng by taking advantage of his powerful martial arts, so he easily beheaded Lin Feng to show Liu Fei.

  "Broken."

  Lin Feng's body moved like the wind and a shadow, light and agile, his sword in hand, slashing upwards at an angle, cutting through the weakest point of the sword energy.

  With his current keen senses, Duan Hanshan's sword in his eyes was completely substantialized, where the sword energy was strong and where it was weak, extremely clear.

  "Crack!"

  A soft sound echoed out, and the sword energy suddenly dissipated. The sword that Duan Han had slashed out returned to nothingness, dispersing into thin air.

  The sword in Lin Feng's hand was filled with ruthless and deadly energy, continuing to rise up towards Duan Han.

  This scene caused Duan Han's expression to freeze, his right palm trembling slightly, the cold sword energy in his hand howling, pressing down on Lin Feng's long sword.

  However, the momentum of the sword did not stop for a moment, cutting off that sword energy, the sword of death, filled with the intention of death, destroying everything.

  Duan Han's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his strength was at the fourth level of Lingwu Realm, two levels higher than Lin Feng's, but at this moment, Lin Feng's one sword made him feel the threat of death.

  His palms trembled again, blocking the momentum of the sword of death. Duan Han's toes touched the ground and his body retreated a step back, avoiding Lin Feng's fierce sword.

  "Death."

  Lin Feng's lips moved slightly, and a sound escaped his mouth. The long sword moved in sync with the sword's momentum, and before the lingering aura of the previous sword had dissipated, another wave of death energy burst forth from the sword.

  This sword moves with the momentum, perfectly natural, the sword energy is even more severe and the sword momentum is even more vast.

  "How is it possible?"

  Duan Han saw this sword and revealed an unbelievable expression, this sword was too perfect, even he might not be able to wield such a perfect sword move.

  The sword flashed like lightning, bringing a chill of death, he didn't even have time to use his powerful strength to resist, only dodging and avoiding its edge.

  "Being able to apply the second sword of Jian Jue's Death Between Swords to such an extent, Lin Feng's innate talent in martial arts is too terrifying. Today, he absolutely cannot die."

  Bei Lao's attention has always been on Lin Feng. Yun Hai Sect, anyone can die, but Lin Feng must not die.

  Not that Bei Lao is cruel and ruthless, but Lin Feng is the hope of the sect. If it's said that only one person can escape from Yun Hai Sect, then that person can only be Lin Feng. Even if he himself has strong abilities, he can still die.

  "Shadow step."

  Duan Han let out a light cry, his footsteps moved swiftly to the point of being unbelievable, his body was like a shadow, elusive and unpredictable, in an instant he had drifted away, far from that sword of death.

  His body froze, a tearing sound echoed out, Duan Han lowered his head, took a glance at the torn clothes on his body, and a ferocious glint flashed in his eyes.

  Lin Feng almost hurt him, and his clothes were all torn apart.

  If he was a step slower, I'm afraid the sword just now would have gone straight through his chest.

  What a great shame, he, who had cultivated the Lingwu Realm to the fourth level, was actually torn apart by Lin Feng, who was only at the second level of the Lingwu Realm. Moreover, it was Lin Feng whom he had just insulted and said didn't have the qualifications to be mentioned in the same breath as him.

  "You're lucky, but next time, I won't be playing with you anymore."

  Du Han suppressed his anger and maintained a calm tone, saying that Lin Feng was just lucky.

  "In the fourth stage of Lingwu, you're dealing with my second stage of Lingwu. If you win, it's because your strength is overwhelming and I don't even have the qualifications to compare with you. But now that I've torn your clothes, it's just a matter of luck on my part, and you didn't take it seriously. Duan Han, don't you think you're being too shameless?"

  Lin Feng's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcastic smile, his gray pupils filled with icy sarcasm, and these words were like a thorn that directly pierced into Duan Han's body.