King of Nine Skies-Chapter 196 - :Full River Red

"His hair standing on end with rage, he stood at the railing, watching as the rain gradually ceased."

A solemn voice fell, and then Lin Feng stepped forward with a stride. There was a cold and fierce swordsmanship aura emanating from him. His palm fell down and landed on the first war drum. In an instant, the war drum turned to powder and vanished without a trace, leaving nothing behind.

With just one strike, the crowd's eyes were startled, and the swordsmanship was truly sharp and powerful.

"Looking up, I raise my voice in a loud cry, my heart filled with heroic sentiments."

The loud voice vibrated the eardrums, causing the crowd to imagine a scene: a hero brandishing a sword, standing in the midst of the battlefield, his hair standing on end and his head thrown back in a mighty howl.

"Boom!"

The second war drum sounded, and then vanished without a trace.

"Thirty years have passed, and I have achieved nothing but dust and soil. I have traveled thousands of miles, traversing through the clouds and the moon."

"Better not waste time idly away, for the years of youth pass by and you'll end up with a bald head and nothing to show for it!"

Lin Feng's voice remained intact. As he spoke, the war drums thundered, bursting and cracking continuously. In just a moment, the war drums in front of Lin Feng had already burst on four sides.

Still maintaining that posture, Lin Feng kept walking without pausing, his voice rising higher and higher, brimming with passion.

"Even if the sword is broken, the shame remains unsated."

"Even if I die, I will never betray my lord."

"Crossing the cavalry, breaking through the gates of Helan Mountain!"

"Boom!" The fifth battle drum burst and vanished into the void.

At this moment, the sword energy within Lin Feng's body, soaring through the sky and filling the entire universe, merged with the words of his lofty aspirations, as if to shatter the nine heavens.

Meanwhile, an overwhelming momentum and an unstoppable sword force kept spreading from Lin Feng, enveloping everyone in the space.

"Desiring to devour the flesh of the barbarians in hunger, and thirstily drinking the blood of the Mo-yu in conversation."

Lin Feng's palm transformed into a sharp sword, carrying the momentum of that surge of power. With ease, he shattered the sixth war drum, causing the hearts of the crowd to tremble as well. Now, the sixth war drum has been shattered.

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"Let's start anew, reclaim the old territory, and march towards... the Heavenly Gate!"

The voice of the arrogant and unrestrained howling filled the sky. The arrogant young man's body was ablaze with the endless brilliance of the sword. With a strike of his palm, or a fall of his sword, a brilliant white light flashed. The Seventh Battle Drum, like shredded paper, vanished with the wind and disappeared into nothingness.

At this moment, Lin Feng's movements finally came to a halt. His clothes and long hair were fluttering and dancing in the air, unrestrained and wild, captivating the world. His powerful voice still reverberated in the space, unable to be extinguished, and it reverberated in the minds of the crowd over and over again.

"His hair standing on end with rage, he stood at the railing, watching as the rain gradually ceased."

"Looking up, I raise my voice in a loud cry, my heart filled with heroic sentiments."

"Thirty years have passed, and I have achieved nothing but dust and soil. I have traveled thousands of miles, traversing through the clouds and the moon."

"Better not waste time idly away, for the years of youth will pass by before we realize it, and we will end up feeling sorrowful in vain!"

"Even if the sword is broken, the shame remains unsated."

"Even if I die, I will never betray my lord."

"Crossing the cavalry, breaking through the gates of Helan Mountain!"

"Desiring to devour the flesh of the barbarians in hunger, and thirstily drinking the blood of the Mo-yu in conversation."

"Let's start anew, reclaim the old territory and march towards the imperial court!"

What an inspiring song! Only such a song can truly express lofty aspirations and heroic passion.

Compared with this song, the melody that Maitian Chen sang just now was truly insignificant. Just as Lin Feng said, it was like trifling with insignificant matters, lacking in coherence and meaning. It was utter nonsense.

All the soldiers stood there motionless, their gazes solemn. In their hearts, a fierce surge of blood was boiling up.

"Good, good!"

Duan Wuyi stood up, his gaze carrying a hint of sharpness. Such a breathtakingly powerful "singing voice", so rare, came from the mouth of a young man.

Compared with Han Linfeng, the so-called talent and charm of Yue Tianchen are nothing to speak of. Right now, it feels like he's just a petty clown, trying to please Duan Xinye.

Lin Feng, that's what one calls a manly spirit and heroic passion.

Duan Xin Ye's beautiful eyes were also constantly twinkling. Her gaze at Lin Feng was filled with dazzling emotions. Lin Feng could actually sing such a soul-stirring song.

The people from Xue Yue Temple and Tian Yi College all stood silent there, looking at that dissolute young man. In their minds, the scene of Lin Feng holding a sword and singing loudly, trampling over everything, still lingered.

At this moment, only Yue Tianchen looked extremely pale and gloomy. He had lost, and lost so thoroughly.

Whether in terms of strength or talent, he lost completely and was in a shambles.

In terms of talent and ability, there is no need to mention anything. In terms of strength, although both he and Lin Feng had beaten seven drums, they both merely exerted their strength for a moment. However, Lin Feng's singing was longer and more powerful, and he had a greater ability to inspire and was more powerful and more shocking. The difficulty was naturally greater, and moreover, all the drums he struck did not break but completely turned into powder. Under his sharp swordsmanship, they vanished into nothingness. Even the seventh drum was like this.

In this way, the outcome is clear at a glance. He was once so high and mighty, but now he has completely failed.

The humiliation of Lin Feng's words is still fresh in his mind, but Lin Feng dealt him a hard slap in the face with his actions.

Moreover, what made Yue Tianchen even more intolerable was that at this moment, Duan Xinye's beautiful eyes were fixed on Lin Feng, clearly radiating a few glimmers of something special. Unlike the polite smiles of others, this time, it was obvious that Duan Xinye was also somewhat impressed by Lin Feng. This was something Yue Tianchen did not allow to happen. Duan Xinye must become his wife.

The beautiful woman whose body flows with the power of the sealed door's bloodline is the one he is determined to have. In Xue Yue Kingdom, only Yue Tianchen, the son of the Moon God, can be worthy of Duan Xinye.

Although he lost in this competition, it doesn't mean that his strength is inferior to Lin Feng's. If he puts all his efforts into it, Yue Tianchen believes that his chances of winning would be much greater than Lin Feng's.