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Chapter 453 Brothers Finally Reunited

A large crowd had gathered around the arena.

There were also several female disciples dressed in the attire of the Hehuan Sect in the crowd.

The twenty-odd martial artists were stunned when Lin Feng pointed at them.

If one person goes up against Lin Feng, he definitely won't be a match for him.

Let's all go at it together; even if we win, it won't be a fair victory.

The martial artist guarding the gate said, "Sect Leader Zhao, this is against the rules."

Lin Feng waved his hand, "Don't talk to me about rules. Rules are made for the weak. I, Zhao, don't need to abide by them."

Lin Feng then looked at the group of martial artists, "If you're afraid, I don't have to use the throwing knives."

"If any one of you can get into the ring, I'll consider this a loss."

Among the martial artists watching the arena battle, a female disciple of the Hehuan Sect offered them advice.

“You all go around the ring and then go up onto the ring together.”

Even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn't stop you. Listen to me, you'll definitely win.

"Exactly, this Zhao Sect Leader of the Flying Knife Sect is a bit too arrogant."

"Go up and beat him to a pulp!"

Lin Feng wanted to create a sensation. If things got out of hand here, Zhang Xiaoyu would naturally come over if she was in the Blood Demon Sect.

Lin Feng was about to reveal his strength as a Xiantian martial artist, as his Houtian martial artist skills were indeed somewhat lacking.

The twenty-five martial artists discussed it and surrounded the arena in the middle. They really intended to enter the arena from multiple directions at the same time.

Lin Feng stood in the center of the arena with his hands behind his back and said softly, "Get ready, let's begin."

Twenty-five martial artists leaped up from all directions simultaneously, heading straight for the arena.

They had already planned it out; they not only wanted to jump onto the stage, but they also wanted to teach this Sect Leader Zhao a lesson.

Rain Demon had instructed that killing was not allowed in the arena of the Demons Guild. They dared not kill anyone, but they could beat someone half to death.

As soon as the group jumped up, Lin Feng made his move. He spun halfway around, raised both palms, and shot out true energy darts in all directions.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, bang, bang, bang.

Twenty-five martial artists were hit by Lin Feng's true energy darts almost simultaneously.

After they were hit, they felt a great force in their chests, their blood and qi surged, their true energy was disrupted, and their bodies involuntarily fell backward, crashing into the crowd of onlookers.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, each of them spat out a mouthful of blood after landing.

Their injuries looked serious, but they were actually nothing serious.

Lin Feng showed leniency because they were Zhang Xiaoyu's people.

Making them vomit blood was meant to create the illusion of serious injuries, with the aim of escalating the situation and drawing Zhang Xiaoyu out.

Twenty-five martial artists knocked over more than a hundred spectators, causing chaos in the audience.

The female disciple from the Hehuan Sect who had given the idea covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise, "This person is actually a master of the Innate Realm!"

After exclaiming in surprise, the female disciple of the Hehuan Sect even gave Lin Feng a flirtatious wink.

If she knew that Lin Feng had won the martial arts contest to choose a husband from Liu Ruyu, she definitely wouldn't dare to flirt with Lin Feng.

Liu Ruyu is the third most important figure among the inner disciples of the Hehuan Sect; ordinary female disciples wouldn't dare to compete with him for a man.

However, news of the martial arts contest to find a husband had not yet reached us.

Lin Feng's travel speed was so fast that even carrier pigeons couldn't keep up with him.

The onlookers realized what was happening.

"So you're a Xiantian martial artist, no wonder you're so powerful."

A sharp-eyed martial artist noticed the power of Lin Feng's move: "Sect Leader Zhao's hidden weapon technique is truly remarkable. He has reached the point where he can control his qi to create blades and release them at will."

"When did our demonic path produce such a master?"

"The Flying Knife Sect is about to rise to prominence."

"The Flying Knife Sect will probably be on par with second-rate sects like the Crimson Blood Palace, Blood Sword Sect, and Joyful Union Sect in the future."

"It won't be long before the name Zhao Qianfeng resounds throughout the entire Demonic Path Realm!"

"Yes, this Sect Leader Zhao is too young. His future achievements are probably limitless."

The twenty-five martial artists who had been knocked down by Lin Feng, disregarding their injuries, immediately clasped their hands in a salute to Lin Feng as soon as they got up: "We were blind to your greatness, thank you for your mercy, Sect Leader Zhao."

Lin Feng nodded slightly at them.

Feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, the group slunk away into the Demons' Guild.

Lin Feng tossed the token that ranked ninety-ninth to the gatekeeper.

"Can we change to another one?"

The gatekeeper quickly smiled apologetically, "Sect Leader Zhao is joking. Your strength doesn't need a token to prove it."

"We at the Demon Guild are most pleased to welcome Sect Leader Zhao's willingness to join us."

He has just sent a message by carrier pigeon to the rain demon on the mountain.

Lord Rain Demon will be here soon.

A master of innate talent like Zhao Qianfeng would definitely need to be received personally by the Rain Demon.

Lin Feng took two steps with his hands behind his back, lightly touched the arena with his toes, and flew to the entrance of the Demons Guild Hall.

This move, "Wild Geese Descending on the Sand," is agile and graceful, showcasing the style of a grandmaster.

The female disciples of the Hehuan Sect looked at Lin Feng with shining eyes, all thinking about how to get close to him.

After Lin Feng landed, the gatekeeper quickly pushed open the gate, bowed, and gestured for him to enter.

Lin Feng stepped into the Demons' Guild Hall.

The gatekeeper quickly closed the gate, shutting out the crowd of onlookers.

……

Lin Feng was invited into an elegant little courtyard.

There was a large locust tree in the courtyard, and a stone table under the tree. On the stone table was a tea set, and several stone stools were placed next to the stone table.

This is a bit like my courtyard in Qinghe County.

Back then, after leading my brothers up the mountain to eat roasted wild boar, I would take them to my own courtyard to drink tea and cleanse their palates.

This must have been done by Brother Zhang.

The gatekeeper brewed Lin Feng a pot of tea and then stood aside carefully serving him, not daring to even sit down.

Lin Feng sipped his tea, reminiscing about the past.

Back then, Brother Zhang suffered a backlash from the Bloodthirsty Demon Art and had nowhere to turn, so he faked his death and went to the demonic path to seek a way out.

I wasn't strong enough back then, otherwise I could have directly led Brother Zhang into the demonic path.

The more Lin Feng experienced, the more he felt a sense of destiny, as if an invisible hand had arranged everyone's fate.

Lin Feng felt that everyone's fate was not fixed.

Perhaps it's true that the saying goes, "Three parts are destined by heaven, seven parts depend on oneself."

As Lin Feng thought about it, he thought of his wife, Zhou Chunlan, who was pregnant. He knew he had to go back and be by her side when she was about to give birth.

We've learned enough about the demonic path during this time; it's time to accelerate our infiltration of it.

Humans have desires, and this is unavoidable no matter what level they reach.

The people of the demonic path are well-fed and clothed, with no worries about food or drink, so they will definitely seek development and hope that their sons will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes.

I can build a Martial God Temple here and let the people join. The more people a family has, the more cultivation resources they will give their children and instill more martial arts skills in them.

If we do it this way, it will definitely develop very quickly.

Just as Lin Feng was thinking.

With a creak, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and Zhang Xiaoyu, dressed in a blood-red robe, appeared at the entrance.