Chapter 1204

Heh, Huo Yao, you really are getting more and more regressive as you live; now you can only bully juniors. If you want to fight, I'll be the one to accompany you.

However, the Vice Hall Master of the Soul Hall's expectation of a good show was doomed to disappointment. Just as Lin Feng and Huo Yao were on the brink of drawing swords, the Thunder Tribe Elder suddenly stepped forward, his gaze teasingly fixed on Huo Yao.

As soon as the former finished speaking, Yao Wanggui beside him flashed a sharp light in his eyes.

He quickly moved forward, attaching himself beside Huo Yao, with a look of "I'm looking out for you" and urged: "Elder Huo Yao, publicly bullying a junior will, if spread, indeed tarnish your reputation. Moreover, that little Huo Xuan is still here; the future of the Flame Tribe rests on him, you must not gamble."

"You bastards, aren't you just afraid that my Flame Tribe will obtain the alien fire on Lin Feng and then surge in power!"

Seeing Lei Luo and Yao Wanggui step forward to speak for Lin Feng, Huo Yao instantly grew angry, grinding his teeth.

However, realizing that such a situation indeed did not justify his own intervention, he pointed at Lin Feng, gritting his teeth: "You little mongrel, next time I'll come back to settle the score!"

Having said that, he gave a heavy wave of his hand and swept his sleeve away.

"Tch, maybe when the time comes it'll still be you old thing who dies without a burial place."

Hearing that, Lin Feng, unflinching, curled his lip and said.

Huo Yao, upon hearing Lin Feng's words, suddenly shivered.

However, he then forced himself to suppress his anger, flew back to Huo Xuan's side, and no longer looked at Lin Feng.

At the same time, Lei Luo and Yao Wanggui, seeing Huo Yao retreat, also flicked their sleeves and returned to their original positions.

After all, the two tribes held no good impression of Lin Feng, who dared to challenge their ruling status, and naturally would not give him a friendly look.

Previously, the reason they helped Lin Feng was, as Huo Yao had thought, fear that the Flame Tribe would become the next ancient clan or Soul clan.

If that were the case, they would become even more dangerous.

Heh, these ancient races really are like a stirring stick of shit on the Dou Qi Continent. Their own strength may not be great, but they must make others equally weak; whenever something good appears, whether they use it or not is irrelevant, they must come here to cause trouble, preventing other forces from seizing the opportunity.

Seeing Huo Yao retreat, Lin Feng glanced at the Stone Clan, which focuses on body cultivation, and the Thunder Tribe, almost entirely thunder‑aligned, then his mouth twitched slightly upward, revealing a cold smile.

Immediately after, he also dispersed his aura and, with Yun Yun, retreated to his original spot.

After all, his earlier assertiveness was because some families among the six major ancient races had shamelessly caused trouble, even directly meddling in the affairs of the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan.

Such behavior made it seem as if Lin Feng and the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan were easy to bully; if they kept causing trouble repeatedly, it would be greatly detrimental to his plans.

Therefore, he directly confronted the Flame Tribe just now, while telling the other ancient races, "If you dare cause trouble, I won't submit like the Five Families and Seven Sects to keep the peace; I'll directly fight you!"

If that happens, I'll bring the Tai Xu Ancient Dragon Clan to a mutually destructive clash with you, which would only benefit others.

So, are you still sure you want to come?

"Tch, I, the young master, thought there'd be a good show, but it's the same as always."

Seeing this, Hun Feng shrugged his shoulders, looking disappointed.

At the same time, Xiao Yan, who was in the ancient clan area, saw both Huo Yao and Lin Feng retreat, his gaze darkened, and he thought silently, "What a pity."

If they could fight, perhaps he could stir the waters and fish.

As for the others present, they were shaken by Lin Feng's words, their eyes horrified as they stared at the opposite side.

That this young man is a Dou Saint powerhouse is one thing, but to think he would even dare directly confront those ancient races.

This kid really isn't afraid of death!

Of course, they wouldn't dare utter that, since from the youngster's prior attitude, he isn't one to speak nicely; if he boasts and then provokes the other side, a slap would be disastrous.

As for some non‑bloodline Dou Saint elites, after hearing Lin Feng's earlier words, they lowered their heads in shame and silently stepped back a few paces.

Boom! As everyone was shaken by Lin Feng's actions, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the nearby spatial rift, causing a violent tremor across the surrounding thousands of miles of space.

Accompanying the roar, the next moment, terrifying high temperatures surged out of the ruptured space in wave after wave.

Hearing the roar, everyone instantly forgot the earlier matter between Lin Feng and Huo Yao and quickly turned their gaze toward it.

Immediately after, they saw the milky‑white radiance at the rift becoming increasingly dazzling.

At the same time, the temperature of this realm kept rising.

Later, the desert beneath the rift gradually melted, turning toward a molten state.

Hoo Hoo

As the desert gradually turned into lava, the rift began to continuously blow out extremely scorching gale.

Under the onslaught of those gales, the distant rift expanded at a visibly rapid rate.

Naturally, as this phenomenon expanded, more and more strong cultivators hurried to the site, fearing that a single step's delay would cause them to miss this once‑in‑a‑lifetime opportunity.

Thus, in less than the time it takes a incense stick to burn, countless figures arrived in the sky surrounding the birthplace of the Pure Lotus Demonic Fire.

However, these silhouettes, being mostly at the Dou Zun cultivation level, stayed at a great distance from the shattered space.

Only those who have reached the Half Saint Realm or higher dared, like Lin Feng and the six major ancient races, to approach within a thousand zhang of the fractured space.

Nevertheless, Lin Feng, the six major ancient races, and some non‑bloodline Dou Saints paid no mind to those later Dou Zun and Half Saint entrants.

After all, they knew that those entering would essentially be courting death, and only Dou Saint‑level cultivators might survive.

During this wait, the milky radiance at the distant rupture, over time, had become liquid‑like, continuously pouring from the rift into the desert below.

Consequently, the desert below rapidly transformed into a milky lava field.

Occasionally, bubbles rolled on its surface, then a jet of extreme heat burst out.

Boom—boom—boom!

After waiting about an hour and a half more, the rift had expanded from several dozen zhang to over a hundred zhang.

Faintly, some strange sounds emanated, causing the Dou Zun cultivators' internal battle energy to boil incessantly.

Bang!

When the rift in the sky widened to nearly two hundred zhang, it finally began to slowly cease expanding.

But just as the rift stopped expanding, a milky‑colored halo quietly formed at the rupture.

Simultaneously, at the instant the halo formed, everyone here, regardless of strength, suddenly opened their eyes wide, staring in horror at the white circle.

Because they sensed that as the white halo formed, the temperature of this realm instantly rose by over a hundredfold.

Heh, it's about time.

Watching the final point of the light circle connect successfully, Lin Feng let out a soft sigh and murmured.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

And Lin Feng's words, like a starting command for a competition, as soon as they were spoken, the strongmen standing nearest the light circle instantly planted their feet on the void, accompanied by the continual sound of wind being broken; long, powerful auras and figures surged out like lightning, and finally, amid a series of howls, they crashed straight into the milky‑white light circle.

As for Xiao Yan, who had long been unable to wait, it was the same; after patting the ring that held the Ninth‑grade Treasure Pill he had prepared, he rushed out impatiently, dashing away at speed, vanishing quickly in

"Hehe, Pure Lotus Demonic Fire's strength has already reached the Dou Saint level, and may even surpass me. For those below the Dou Saint, I advise you to turn back entirely, lest you end up in a disgraceful, falling demise."

Just as the people of the ancient Six Tribes surged forward in a rush, Lin Feng's lingering gaze glanced at the dark, teeming crowd behind him, and then a thunder‑like booming sound echoed continuously in every person's ears within the arena. (End of chapter)