Demon Dragon Mad God-Chapter 822 - 615

After pondering for a moment, Lin Feng decided to first observe from a distance. If the situation was unfavorable, he would have to leave immediately and head for the Central Continent!

Taking a glance at his appearance with a head full of white hair, Lin Feng quickly took out a dark blue robe and wrapped himself completely.

His essence qi was not restored, and he still appeared old and white-haired, which was too conspicuous, so he had to disguise himself.

Immediately, Lin Feng’s facial muscles squirmed, and in an instant, he transformed into a different appearance. Even those familiar with him would find it hard to recognize him without careful observation.

Afterward, Lin Feng suppressed his entire aura and swiftly headed towards the Heavenly Spirit Sect, blending in with the ground.

As he got closer to the Heavenly Spirit Sect, Lin Feng saw the endless sky above covered in waves of blood and powerful figures engaging in fierce battle.

These were all Martial Emperor-level experts, numbering in the dozens, consisting of experts from the Blood Luo Hall and the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

Apart from the Nine Great Peak Masters, the Heavenly Spirit Sect had over twenty Saint Elders.

Because these Martial Emperor experts were extremely fast, and the battle fluctuations were immense, Lin Feng couldn’t clearly see if Huangfu Qing was among them.

After a brief consideration, Lin Feng immediately activated the Netherworld Demon Pupil Star, drastically increasing his vision by dozens of times, allowing him to barely distinguish those present.

Among the dozens of Martial Emperor experts, Huangfu Qing was not present, and only the Peak Master of Haotian Peak was among the Eight Great Peak Masters.

It seems only the Peak Master of Haotian Peak managed to escape back!

The other Peak Masters likely met a grim fate!

Lin Feng noticed a slightly plump elder in a purple-gold robe, exceedingly powerful, holding his own against the siege of five Blood Luo Hall experts without showing any weakness.

"That should be the Sect Master of the Heavenly Spirit Sect!" Lin Feng guessed.

Lin Feng continued to advance stealthily, stopping when he was still five hundred leagues away from the Heavenly Spirit Sect, hiding in a forest.

At this moment, the entire situation of the Heavenly Spirit Sect was laid bare before him.

Tragic!

Extremely tragic!

Everywhere there was fierce fighting, with countless Martial Kings, innumerable Earth Martial Masters, and persistent screams and explosions that turned the Heavenly Spirit Sect into a Shura Hell.

Among the Nine Sky-reaching Peaks, two had already been leveled to the ground!

Endless experts from the Blood Luo Hall were engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the elders and disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, and everywhere, blood was spraying, and severed limbs were flying.

"Where is Li Feng?"

Lin Feng pushed the Netherworld Demon Pupil to its limit, scanning the entire Heavenly Spirit Sect area, but even after a long time, he couldn’t find Li Feng, furrowing his brows in frustration.

Could Li Feng already be dead?

Lin Feng felt a bit worried in his heart, but it was also possible that the other had escaped; he noticed a large number of disciples fleeing in all directions.

After observing for a while, Lin Feng still couldn’t locate Li Feng, and couldn’t find the long-lost Wu Sheng, nor see Tian Chen and the other senior brothers!

Lin Feng wasn’t worried about Tian Chen and the others; presumably, Huangfu Qing had arrangements and wouldn’t let them get killed.

"Alas!"

Lin Feng sighed; unable to find Li Feng, he could only leave on his own.

He hoped that Li Feng would be blessed by fortune, survive the ordeal, and they would meet again in the Central Continent.

Li Feng knew Lin Feng well and knew he would go to the Central Continent. If Li Feng survived and became strong enough, he would certainly look for him there.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng prepared to leave.

"Huh?"

Just then, Lin Feng saw a familiar figure.

Hou Jun!

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly; it appeared Hou Jun had been brought back by the Peak Master of Haotian Peak.

At this moment, Hou Jun, along with dozens of disciples from Haotian Peak, stood in front of the great hall on Haotian Peak, his face pale as he watched the battles outside.

Hou Jun’s strength was too weak to participate in the battles.

"Before leaving, let me take your life!"

Lin Feng chuckled coldly, pointing a finger, and the Spirit Sword shot swiftly towards Haotian Peak.

A distance of five hundred leagues was no obstacle for the Spirit Sword, and even from a thousand leagues away, Lin Feng was confident in killing Hou Jun.

The Spirit Sword transformed into a flash of cold light, flying directly along the ground to the Heavenly Spirit Sect, ascending Haotian Peak and circling behind Hou Jun.

With battles raging everywhere, hardly anyone noticed the Spirit Sword, and even if some experts did, since the Spirit Sword didn’t attack them, they paid it no mind.

At this moment, Hou Jun was watching the battle outside, and being at the True Gang Realm, he dared not participate.

Just then, all the hairs on Hou Jun’s body stood on end as an intense sense of danger surged in his heart.

Whoosh!

Before Hou Jun could process it, a flash of cold light pierced his back, instantly penetrating his chest.

The power carried by the cold light invaded his body, instantly shredding his internal organs and meridians.

"Spirit Sword... Lin Feng!"

Hou Jun’s eyes widened. Seeing the Spirit Sword piercing through, he realized it was Lin Feng attacking him!

However, even with realization came too late!

Bam!

Hou Jun fell, dead.

"Senior Brother Hou Jun!"

"Senior Brother Hou Jun!"

Disciples nearby cried out in shock upon seeing Hou Jun suddenly collapse.

Five hundred leagues away.

Lin Feng watched this scene, smiling slightly, then retrieved the Spirit Sword and turned away.

As Lin Feng retreated thousands of leagues away, he heard an earth-shattering cry of sorrow.

"Jun’er!"

The cry was filled with endless pain, making one’s heart tremble in fear; it was Hou Yuan’s voice.

Lin Feng’s heart tensed, and he immediately accelerated his departure.