Urban All-Round Master

"Are you telling me a joke?" Lin Zifeng shook his head with a bitter smile.

Now that the Heavenly Painting Halberd was in his hands, not to mention he wouldn’t hand it over—even if he did, they wouldn’t easily let him go.

"I swear on my life, as long as you hand over the Holy Weapon, absolutely no one here will trouble you. Just look at how many people have died because you got the Holy Weapon. Do you really want to see even more people die for you?"

The elder’s words struck right at Lin Zifeng’s soft spot. Hundreds of powerful Ability Users from the Ability Group had all died in this battle, leaving only two or three survivors. The battle was indeed fierce.

"Alright then, come and take it. If you can take it, the Holy Weapon is naturally yours." Lin Zifeng suddenly grinned, casually thrusting the Heavenly Painting Halberd into the ground.

His eyes were filled with sincerity, which initially startled the elder.

... Swish swish swish...

"Is he for real? Is he joking?"

"Doubtful! I doubt it."

"It’s impossible to make him hand over the Holy Weapon."

"Don’t believe his nonsense. We should all attack together—I don’t believe we can’t handle him!"

...

Below, discussions were bustling, but when Lin Zifeng suddenly said he would hand over the Holy Weapon, some believed him, while others didn’t.

However, the elder was moved.

The Holy Weapon was right in front of him. Whether or not that person in front of him would hand over the Holy Weapon, he had no chance if he didn’t give it a try. Who knows, maybe he would really hand it over?

With this thought, the elder took a step forward.

"Elder! Don’t believe his nonsense; he definitely won’t hand over the Holy Weapon." Someone stopped the elder from continuing forward.

"Exactly! We have so many people. Are we really afraid we can’t kill him? Kill him and the Holy Weapon will be ours."

"Elder, don’t be deceived by him."

People around were throwing in opinions left and right, which annoyed the elder. Decisions he made himself weren’t to be changed by them.

"I have made up my mind." The elder glanced back at them indifferently, then continued walking towards the top of the hill, where Lin Zifeng stood at the peak, with Jia Zhenjing and others crossing the iron chain behind him.

The chain was suspended in the air, only one piece, so they walked very slowly. A single moment of carelessness, a single misstep could lead to eternal regret!

The canyon was deep, making it impossible to see what lay below. To cross this chain, balance was crucial.

They could have crossed easily, but they were mostly injured, so now crossing the chain was excruciatingly slow.

"Can we hand over the Holy Weapon now?"

The elder walked up step by step to Lin Zifeng.

"Come a little closer, then the Holy Weapon will be yours." Lin Zifeng appeared expressionless, but his eyes burned with intense killing intent.

"..."

The elder furrowed his brows twice, hesitating for a moment.

"Elder! Don’t believe his lies!"

Someone reminded him from behind.

Thousands pressed forward; had they not been stopped, these madmen would have rushed up to snatch it.

Though Lin Zifeng didn’t know the elder’s background, seeing that the cultivators hadn’t moved, he figured the elder must be significant.

"Alright!"

The elder stepped forward several more paces, now only ten steps away from Lin Zifeng.

And it was these ten steps that cost the elder his life.

"No!!!"

"Please don’t!!!"

The crowd screamed desperately, but as the spear light slashed by, the elder’s head moved from his neck, a fresh head rolling down the hill, coming to rest before the cultivators.

Lin Zifeng retrieved the Heavenly Painting Halberd, looking without remorse at the elder’s body as it slowly fell.

For someone so greedy, killing them brought no sense of sympathy.

"I’ll fight you to the death!!!"

The young cultivators who tried to stop the elder earlier now charged at Lin Zifeng with madness. Instantly, all the cultivators behind were ignited with a fervor deep in their bones.

They charged recklessly at Lin Zifeng.

"Hoo hoo hoo..."

With the Heavenly Painting Halberd in hand, he swung it and casually thrust forward, piercing through a person’s chest, a shake of the arm, and with a burst, blood and flesh exploded.

Next, a crowd of wolves recklessly charged at Lin Zifeng.

However, Lin Zifeng’s eyes were already bloodshot from killing, and he no longer cared. Standing at the peak, wielding the War Spear, as one approached, he killed one. By the end, a wall of corpses slowly formed at his feet.

Standing atop the corpse wall, Lin Zifeng looked down at everyone, shouting, "The Holy Weapon is here, whoever wants it can come take it!"

With this mighty roar, who from the bottom of the hill dared to step forward?

The corpses he stood upon numbered three hundred! They formed a full corpse wall. Half an hour passed, yet no one breached his defense!

Who dared face this relentless combat power?

"Tap tap tap..."

Swinging the Heavenly Painting Halberd, drops of fresh blood slowly dripped from its tip, falling onto the three hundred corpses beneath him, blood qi surged to the skies, blood water dyed the whole hill red.

The harrowing wails below were endless, most went pale with fright at the sight of this god of killing, not willing to be the first to act.

Lin Zifeng’s lips also began to bleed, suffering some damage.

Ultimately, fighting against thousands of cultivators alone, had it not been for the Magic Bracelet continuously supplying primordial energy, he couldn’t have sustained just with the Heavenly Painting Halberd.

"Boom boom boom..."

From afar, sudden loud noises echoed, as clouds surged in the sky, an energy storm quickly swept towards the canyon. Lin Zifeng looked up, activating his clairvoyant vision.

Clearly seeing amidst the clouds a figure rapidly approaching him. Though he didn’t recognize who, the energy they projected was astounding.

"A master warrior, a real master warrior is about to arrive." Lin Zifeng held his breath, gazing intently at the sky, where amidst the clouds not only one figure but another shadow also churned within.

If his guess was correct, a real master was about to appear.

Taihuang Demon looked up, gazing into the distance, feeling immense pressure. Initially, she thought another master had come to seize the Holy Weapon, which wouldn’t bode well for her. But as the energy approached, Taihuang Demon furrowed her brows, feeling something familiar. Really familiar!

The Taishang Sect’s Sect Hierarch, Supreme Emperor.

"The Hierarch! The Hierarch is coming!"

Taihuang Demon’s charming eyes flickered with peculiar gloss, knowing that with the Hierarch’s arrival, the battle for the Holy Weapon was nearing conclusion.

However, another energy filled her with trepidation also churned within the clouds. She didn’t know who. Unfamiliar. Terrifying.

But Lin Zifeng felt the energy was familiar.

"Could it be Liu Jiuhuang is coming personally!"

(Traveling today, wrote three Chapters immediately upon reaching the hotel, planned to write four or five, but after a day on the road, not in good shape, very sleepy. So can’t write carelessly, or it won’t be good. If I wasn’t tired today, today’s three Chapters would surely be exciting and passionate! No more updates today, will continue battle early tomorrow!)