Chapter 166: Lin Feng Pushes Too Far: Su Ziqiong, Sacred Maiden of Zi Fu Sacred Land

Lin Feng's cold shout echoed throughout the ancient Spirit Mountain.

Inside the mountain, the Lan family members all wore faces choked with humiliation and rage.

The Lan family had already been more than generous to Lin Feng and the Lin Clan.

Yet this Lin Feng clung to them like a mad dog, refusing to let go.

Now, before the eyes of countless factions, he had left the Lan family with no face.

"You brat, don't push too far!"

A grim-faced old woman appeared—it was Liu Po Po, who had accompanied Lan Ruoxi to break off the engagement a year ago.

Seeing the old woman, Lin Feng sneered: "Feng shui shifts—now the Lan family finally feels the shame my Lin family endured!"

"You brat, you—!" Liu Po Po's face darkened, and she could no longer hold back her Xuashen Realm aura.

At that moment, a cold, feminine voice rang out: "Stop!"

In the distance, purple qi spread thickly as a group of figures descended from the sky.

Among them was a violet-robed maiden with bright eyes and fair features—it was Zi Yan.

She cried out sharply, fixing her icy gaze on Liu Po Po.

Beside her were many powerful auras.

One woman in a purple robe stood out especially.

Her long purple hair flowed like silk, her face exquisite, her skin whiter than the finest sheep-fat jade.

Her spiritual eyes were also purple, clear and translucent as amethyst.

The purple-haired woman's cultivation base had reached the HeDao Realm—clearly a prodigy from the Immortal Realm.

What made Liu Po Po wary was not the purple-haired woman herself, but the hidden, overwhelming auras among her retinue.

These were far beyond what a Xuashen Realm cultivator could dare provoke.

"Hidden families from the lower realms are nothing. Bring out that woman—or today, I'll erase the Lan family!"

The purple-haired woman spoke with icy indifference.

Hearing this, Liu Po Po's face turned grim.

Many surrounding factions trembled in fear.

They knew well—this woman's behind was terrifyingly powerful: the Zi Fu Sacred Land of the Huang Tian Immortal Realm.

Zi Fu Sacred Land was not an immortal sect, but among the top powers beneath the immortal tier, guarded by Supreme Beings.

It had a branch left behind in the lower realms of the Dong Xuan Region.

Zi Yan was one of the Sacred Land's lower-realm disciples.

The purple-haired woman was Su Ziqiong, the Sacred Maiden of the Immortal Realm's Zi Fu Sacred Land, a figure of supreme status.

Hearing Su Ziqiong's words, Liu Po Po's face darkened further.

She truly did not want Lan Ruoxi to step forward to fight.

After all, in the past year, Lin Feng had grown too fast.

By sheer fortune, he had fused an ancient immortal seed, and his cultivation had reached the HeDao Realm—his power was terrifying.

He was even stronger than some Immortal Realm prodigies.

Sometimes Liu Po Po couldn't fathom how Lin Feng had become so powerful—had his ancestors' graves suddenly smoked?

Compared to Lin Feng, Lan Ruoxi had only just broken through to True Spirit Ninth Layer and entered the Divine Bridge Realm.

For a lower-realm prodigy, that speed was already swift.

But compared to Lin Feng's godlike ascent, it was utterly incomparable.

If Lan Ruoxi fought, she would lose without doubt!

Liu Po Po had come to regard Lan Ruoxi as her own granddaughter; she could not bear to see her humiliated or harmed.

Seeing this, Lin Feng smirked coldly: "So, when you humiliated me a year ago, you spoke with such confidence—now you're unwilling to let Lan Ruoxi suffer?"

"Young man, perhaps we should both step back…" Liu Po Po sighed deeply.

Lin Feng's face turned icy; he gave a subtle glance toward Zi Yan.

Zi Yan whispered to Su Ziqiong.

Su Ziqiong nodded slightly; behind her, a guardian stepped forward, unleashing a Tian Shen Realm aura.

With a thunderous crash, Liu Po Po was blasted backward, spitting blood.

Lin Feng watched, secretly delighted.

Those who had once humiliated him—he would repay them a hundredfold!

"That's enough, Liu Po Po—are you alright?"

A trembling voice rang out.

From within the Spirit Mountain, a maiden in a water-sleeved long gown appeared.

Her exquisite, beautiful face bore anger and suppressed pain as she rushed to Liu Po Po's side.

"Miss, I'm fine—don't come out," Liu Po Po whispered weakly, concerned.

"Liu Po Po…" Lan Ruoxi bit her pink lips tightly.

Her furious gaze turned to Lin Feng.

"Young Master Lin, I swear, beyond breaking the engagement, I have done nothing to harm you or the Lin Clan—why do you relentlessly persecute us?"

Lan Ruoxi simply could not understand.

Why had her apologies and goodwill brought only this cruel outcome?

"Hmph, breaking the engagement was your greatest sin!" Lin Feng crossed his arms and sneered.

In his mind, he was the destined hero of heaven and earth.

How dare Lan Ruoxi break the engagement?

What right did she have to look down on him?

In Lin Feng's mind, even if he were a worthless waste, Lan Ruoxi should have groveled at his feet!

Only then could his so-called pride be satisfied!

Zi Yan stepped forward: "Lan Ruoxi, I told you long ago—you and the Lan family would regret breaking off the engagement."

Lan Ruoxi bit her lips, her eyes resolute: "I will never regret it, Lin Feng—fight if you dare!"

"Hmph, then I'll beat you until you submit!"

Lin Feng moved—his HeDao Realm aura erupted.

He slammed out a palm, his terrifying magic power forming a crushing palm imprint.

"Eight Wilderness Palm!"

The palm strike seemed ready to crush all eight directions.

Lan Ruoxi's face paled instantly.

She knew Lin Feng had grown strong in the past year.

But she never imagined he'd become this powerful.

Before countless eyes, Lan Ruoxi gritted her teeth and struck back.

As a scion of the Lan Clan, she could not flee from battle.

This was her bottom line.

Yet in a single strike, she was thrown back, blood trickling from her lips.

"Miss!" Liu Po Po's face turned pale.

Lin Feng showed not the slightest mercy.

All the while, Lan Ruoxi had personally come to apologize—only to be met with such cruelty!

"Heh, Lan Ruoxi, weren't you once the lofty celestial maiden? How have you grown so weak?" Lin Feng sneered, striking at her soul.

Lan Ruoxi's expression remained unchanged; she summoned her ultimate technique.

She summoned a long sword, thrusting it forward to form a sharp vortex.

"Stop struggling—it's useless!" Lin Feng struck again, simply punching forward.

Lan Ruoxi's technique shattered instantly; she was struck again, spitting more blood as she flew backward.

Watching Lin Feng defeat Lan Ruoxi in two strikes, countless local prodigies wore grim expressions.

Even a few lower-realm Immortal Realm prodigies showed shock.

Lin Feng's power filled them with a thread of danger.

Looking at the struggling Lan Ruoxi, Lin Feng felt secret delight, his face cold as he spoke:

"Lan Ruoxi, I'm not heartless—I'll give you two choices."

"First: become my slave. The broken engagement is erased."

"Second: I kill you, and wipe out the Lan family."