Chapter 193: The Ancient Divine Mountain Washes the World in Blood: Lin Feng

On the Tianxuan Continent, in the Dongxuan Region, a sacred human land.

Sounds of slaughter rose everywhere; smoke surged into the heavens.

In the sky above, massive demonic spiders appeared.

On the ground, holes opened one after another, spewing forth countless jet-black, grotesque demonic spiders.

They came from the Central Forbidden Zone of the Tianxuan Continent, from an ancient divine mountain called Demonic Spirit Divine Mountain.

Inhabiting it was the Demonic Spider Clan.

The Demonic Spider Clan was an extremely powerful ancient royal bloodline, inherently fond of slaughter and cruel in method.

Soon, this human sacred land neared annihilation.

Meanwhile, in the Xixuan Region, a human temple also erupted into battle.

Giant beings, each standing three zhang tall, appeared.

Their entire bodies were covered in a layer of rock-like armor, granting them astonishing defense and boundless strength.

They came from Nan Yun Divine Mountain, the ancient race known as the Stone Giants.

"The human race must perish. From now on, the Tianxuan Continent shall be the dominion of the ancient races!"

A Saint-level Stone Giant roared, swinging a massive club to crush a quasi-Saint elder monk to death.

Similar scenes unfolded across all four regions of the Tianxuan Continent.

Several ancient divine mountains of terrifying power sought to exploit the chaos of the Ten Realms, washing the world in blood to establish an supreme order of the ancient races.

Faced with the sudden assault from the Forbidden Zone's ancient divine mountains, human sacred lands and reclusive clans were utterly unprepared, caught off guard and suffering devastating losses.

But to be honest, even if the human race had time to prepare, the outcome would not have changed much.

The Central Forbidden Zone earned its name because the ancient races possessed too deep a foundation and too great a power.

The human factions could not possibly resist them, which is why that region was called the Forbidden Zone.

Thus, now that the ancient races seek to wash the Tianxuan Continent in blood, even if the human factions were prepared, they could hardly stand against them.

At this moment, in the Dongxuan Dao Sect.

Looking around, it was already a wasteland—collapsed walls, broken pillars, rubble scattered everywhere.

Countless corpses of Dongxuan Dao Sect cultivators lay scattered haphazardly on the ground.

A group of beings with blue wings stood upon the void.

They were the Qingtian Divine Mountain's Qingtian Great Peng Clan.

Yet among these Qingtian Great Peng beings was an outlier.

A young man in blue robes, his eyes filled with a deep, bitter hatred of revenge.

It was Lin Feng!

"Dongxuan Dao Sect, you obeyed Jun Xiaoyao and destroyed my Lin Clan, causing my father and others to die in agony—this is the price you pay!"

Lin Feng's expression was fierce.

Originally, when Jun Xiaoyao declared the Lin Clan's destruction, the Dongxuan Sect Master was the first to step forward.

He probably never imagined that destroying a minor family would one day bring about the sect's own annihilation.

Every single cultivator in the Dongxuan Dao Sect, save for the Sect Master and a few others, had perished here.

As Lin Feng's emotions wavered, a slender girl with short blue hair stepped forward to comfort him: "Lin Lang, don't be heartbroken. At least the Dongxuan Dao Sect is destroyed—your clan's vengeance is now avenged."

This blue-haired girl was Peng Ling, the young prodigy of the Qingtian Divine Mountain.

It was she and her brother Peng Fei who had discovered the unconscious Lin Feng.

As for why she cared for him so deeply now, it was simply because she loved him.

You ask why?

Don't ask—ask and the answer is the protagonist's aura.

As the Tianxuan Continent's destined protagonist, if Lin Feng couldn't win over even one girl, what kind of protagonist was he?

If Jun Xiaoyao conquered countless girls through personal charm,

Then Lin Feng conquered them purely through protagonist aura.

His turbulent experiences and unyielding character had earned Peng Ling's deep affection.

Hearing Peng Ling's comfort, Lin Feng's hatred did not lessen.

"My clan's vengeance is not yet complete—the root of it all lies in Jun Xiaoyao!"

"If not for him, how could I have suffered so? If not for him, how could Ziyan have died? If not for him, how could my Lin Clan have been destroyed?"

"Therefore, I, Lin Feng, must kill Jun Xiaoyao with my own hands—only then will my heart's hatred be quenched!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth, flames of rage blazing in his eyes.

"Heh, I'd like to meet this Jun Xiaoyao myself—wonder how he compares to the Golden Wing Little Peng King of the Immortal Realm?"

On the other side, Peng Fei, Peng Ling's brother, spoke up, his eyes filled with curiosity and battle lust.

In his mind, the Golden Wing Little Peng King was nearly invincible in the Immortal Realm.

Just how strong was this Jun Xiaoyao compared to him?

"Thank you, Brother Peng Fei, but I still wish to face Jun Xiaoyao myself," Lin Feng said.

During this time, Lin Feng had not disappointed Jun Xiaoyao's expectations—he had gathered all the world's primordial essence.

His current strength far surpassed what it had been before.

"So where do we go next?" Peng Ling asked.

"Only one place—and the Dongxuan Sect Master and others will surely flee there. In fact, all human factions will rush there," Lin Feng said coldly.

"Lin Lang, the place you mean is…" Peng Ling frowned.

"The reclusive clan—the Nalan Family's ancestral seat: Ancient Spirit Mountain!" Lin Feng declared firmly.

The reason Lin Feng was so certain was that the Nalan Family was now the most prestigious clan on the entire Tianxuan Continent, renowned far and wide.

With the ancient divine mountains ravaging the world and washing it in blood,

The only safe haven left for human factions was the Nalan Family.

"Then let's rally the other ancient divine mountains and attack the Nalan Family together!" Peng Fei said.

…

Indeed, things unfolded exactly as Lin Feng had predicted.

Across the entire Tianxuan Continent, countless factions converged upon the Nalan Family.

Why?

Naturally, because the Nalan Family was connected to Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao, as a human from the Immortal Realm and the divine scion of the ancient Huagu Clan, held a status and influence unmatched by any.

In the hearts of the human race on the Tianxuan Continent, the Jun Family's divine scion was the only one who might stand against the ancient divine mountains.

Beyond Jun Xiaoyao, no other figure could lead them against the ancient divine mountains.

Meanwhile, at Ancient Spirit Mountain, the Nalan Family was in utter chaos.

The Dongxuan Sect Master and a few others, gravely wounded, had fled here, their faces ashen.

"Lord Nalan, you must send word to the Divine Son—he must come and save us!" cried the Dongxuan Sect Master.

"Alas… we have no way to contact the Young Master, and besides, he has his own matters to attend to—we dare not disturb him," Nalan Zhan sighed.

He too wished to summon Jun Xiaoyao.

But there was simply no way to reach him.

And even if there were, they dared not disturb Jun Xiaoyao.

"Then what do we do? The ancient divine mountains will arrive soon—we'll all be finished!" the Dongxuan Sect Master cried in despair.

He had suffered terribly—his entire Dongxuan Dao Sect was now reduced to just a handful of commanders.

Beside him, a girl of exquisite beauty wore a troubled expression—Nalan Ruoxi.

"Will the Young Master come?" Nalan Ruoxi whispered to herself.

She only wished to see Jun Xiaoyao again.