Chapter 196: Jun Xiaoyao Arrives, and You Think You

Seeing Lin Feng charge toward her, Nanlan Ruoxi bit her lip lightly.

Her current strength was no longer what it once was.

Before leaving, Jun Xiaoyao had given her many resources.

Those resources had propelled Nanlan Ruoxi's cultivation to surge, nearly catching up to the celestial prodigies of the Immortal Realm.

Lin Feng struck first with a Heavenly Qiankun Palm Seal.

He had already gathered most of the remaining world primordial essence.

Every movement seemed to stir the grand forces of heaven and earth.

As the seal slammed forward, it felt as if the entire sky and earth were crushing down, its aura reaching its peak.

Nanlan Ruoxi raised her slender jade hand, her sword gleaming with razor-sharp light as she sliced toward the Heavenly Qiankun Palm Seal.

A collision erupted, magic power exploded, and Nanlan Ruoxi's delicate body trembled, retreating over a dozen steps.

Though her strength had improved, she still paled in comparison to Lin Feng, a cheat of a cultivator.

"Looks like you haven't gained much from staying by Jun Xiaoyao's side—he probably doesn't even care about you," Lin Feng sneered.

"Shut up! My Master treats me well, and you have no right to slander him," Nanlan Ruoxi gritted her teeth and struck again.

"You're supposed to be an immortal sect heir—still hiding? Are you afraid?" Lin Feng said coldly as he attacked.

"My Master has important matters to attend to. Do you think he'd waste his time thinking about a mere insect like you?" Nanlan Ruoxi replied coldly.

She was kind-hearted and poor at cursing.

But when Lin Feng insulted Jun Xiaoyao, Nanlan Ruoxi could no longer tolerate it.

"Insect? I'll make him see who the real insect is!" Lin Feng's eyes glinted with malice.

As the saying goes, a powerful dragon doesn't suppress the earthbound snake.

He was the true protagonist of the Tianxuan Continent.

Even if an immortal sect heir descended, he couldn't rival this favored child of Tianxuan's destiny.

Lin Feng changed his technique, unleashing a punch that twisted wind and clouds.

Mastering the world's primordial essence, every strike carried immense power.

Puch!

After the impact, Nanlan Ruoxi could no longer hold back—she spat blood and was flung backward, her face pale.

"Hah! Nanlan Ruoxi, where's your Master?" Lin Feng laughed wildly.

On the ground, Nanlan Ruoxi propped herself up with her sword, struggling to rise.

A trickle of blood at her lips added a haunting, tragic beauty to her.

"I believe that if my Master returns, he'll crush you with a single hand!"

"Die!"

Lin Feng's pride was wounded—he struck again, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Originally, he only intended to subdue Nanlan Ruoxi and torment her slowly.

But now, he decided to kill her outright.

"Miss, be careful!"

Several young Nanlan clan cultivators nearby rushed forward, blocking Nanlan Ruoxi's front.

"What trash, get lost!"

Lin Feng flicked his hand—each Nanlan clan cultivator exploded into bloody mist.

"No!" Nanlan Ruoxi's heart felt like it was being torn apart.

These were her own clan members.

On the other side, Peng Fei and Peng Ling were also watching Lin Feng.

"Lin Lang is truly amazing," Peng Ling gazed at him with stars in her eyes.

"Lin Feng is truly favored by heaven and earth—he'll surpass me before long," Peng Fei said.

In moments, all the Nanlan clan members shielding Nanlan Ruoxi were slain by Lin Feng.

Meanwhile, Nanlan Zhan and other Nanlan clan elders were entangled by the ancient divine mountain beings, unable to break free.

"Nanlan Ruoxi, all this tragedy began with your broken engagement. Do you regret it? If you do, I might spare your life," Lin Feng said coldly.

He wanted her to bow, to submit, to regret her decision.

Nanlan Ruoxi's beautiful eyes swept the battlefield.

Another human saint had been surrounded and slain by ancient divine mountain saints.

Nanlan Zhan and the others couldn't hold out much longer.

The fall of humanity was merely a matter of time.

But…

Even in this despair, Nanlan Ruoxi's eyes remained resolute.

"I, Nanlan Ruoxi, will never regret breaking off the engagement—even if I lived ten thousand lives, I would never marry you!" she cried out.

"Damn it!"

Lin Feng flew into a rage.

This woman, outwardly delicate and beautiful, was stubborn to the point of valuing her life less than pride.

Lin Feng raised his palm to strike Nanlan Ruoxi.

Though she knew she couldn't resist, she still raised her sword, ready to fight.

And just then…

Mid-air, Peng Fei suddenly sensed a terrifying surge of energy rushing from afar.

"What is that? Did a saint strike?" Peng Fei gasped.

From the distant horizon, a blade of light, vast and mighty, tore through the clouds and slashed through the sky.

Where it passed, space shattered!

The blade of light was aimed straight at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's face changed instantly—his eyes bulged, nearly popping from their sockets.

He spun around to block it, summoning the world's primordial essence into a swirling vortex of five colors before him.

Yet even with the primordial essence blocking it, the blade's power could not be erased.

Lin Feng was blasted backward hundreds of zhang, spitting blood from his mouth.

"How?!" Peng Ling's face paled.

In her eyes, Lin Feng—who had dominated the younger generation—had just been repelled.

Peng Fei's gaze turned grave as he stared into the distance.

"Lin Feng, you truly court death…"

A cold voice echoed.

Hearing that familiar voice, Lin Feng's face twisted into bone-deep hatred.

"Jun… Xiaoyao!"

In the distance, Jun Xiaoyao walked through the air, robes fluttering, white garments billowing like a celestial immortal.

Beside him followed Yi Yu, the Nine-Headed Lion, Su Ziqiong, and Dongxuan Laozu, among others.

"It's the Jun Clan's Divine Son—he's come!"

"Thank heaven! We're saved!"

All human cultivators erupted in excited cheers.

In that moment, Jun Xiaoyao was a savior, a single ray of light in utter despair.

As if his presence alone could prevent humanity's fall.

Jun Xiaoyao ignored the fervent, reverent gazes—he hadn't come here merely to be a savior.

His main goal was still to harvest the leeks.

"You alright?" Jun Xiaoyao glanced at Nanlan Ruoxi.

"Thank you, Master, I'm fine," Nanlan Ruoxi blushed deeply, her face flushed with excitement.

Jun Xiaoyao nodded faintly, then turned to Lin Feng.

A faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Lin Feng hadn't disappointed him.

The surging world primordial essence around him subtly warped the surrounding space.

This Lin Feng truly deserved to be the protagonist of the Tianxuan Continent.

Lin Feng, upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao, glared with bone-deep hatred.

Enemies meeting, eyes blazing red.

"Jun Xiaoyao, you finally showed up. I thought you'd keep hiding like a coward." Lin Feng sneered.

"The rain's over, the sky's clear—you think you're strong again?" Jun Xiaoyao tilted his head, looking at Lin Feng as if he were an idiot.

"Die!"

Enraged, Lin Feng struck immediately, unleashing his surging world primordial essence in a full-force assault toward Jun Xiaoyao.

Jun Xiaoyao, seeing this, didn't even bother summoning the Disc King's Age Sword—he simply unleashed a punch, combining Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Power with the strength of seventy Great Luo Immortal Bones.

Immortal light surged, space shattered!

BOOM!

Lin Feng spat blood and was flung backward, his body tracing a parabolic arc before crashing heavily to the ground.