King of Nine Skies-Chapter 164 - :Layout-Kill

Under Lin Feng's mask, his eyes were very calm. Just like the gaze of Ba Da, they were indifferent and without any fluctuation.

His lips moved slightly. Lin Feng said, "You want to leave?"

The pair of cold and sharp eyebrows of Ba Dao twitched slightly. The character "Ba" engraved on his face made him look very cold.

Badao did not speak, but his silence was already a kind of declaration. Of course he wanted to leave. Who would want to be a slave of others?

"Your slave, I did not engrave it myself. I never treat anyone as a slave." Lin Feng looked at the silent Ba Dao and said slowly: "If you want to leave now, you can turn around and go. I will never force you to stay, nor will I stop you. If you want to follow me, just nod your head. From now on, you will be under my command."

Lin Feng's words made Yixue beside him freeze in his gaze, looking at Lin Feng in astonishment. He actually agreed to let the Dominance Blade go. He had spent over five thousand medium-grade Yuanstones to purchase the Dominance Blade. Five thousand medium-grade Yuanstones, that's definitely a huge sum. It's enough to buy many powerful slave martial cultivators.

The gaze of Ba Dao also slightly fluctuated. Those deep eyes of his fixed on Lin Feng, revealing a slightly thoughtful expression.

"I'll only give you one chance to choose. Either you leave now or follow me. You are strictly forbidden to betray me."

Lin Feng spoke again, saying, "Once, he only gave me the chance to choose between the two swords. It was the only time he gave me such an opportunity."

The decision made by Ba Dao at this moment concerns his destiny.

The domineering gaze gradually became sharper and more commanding, like a wild and tyrannical sword, staring fixedly at Lin Feng. Through the silver-white mask, Lin Feng's eyes remained as indifferent as ever, or rather, they were confident and cocky.

He could discard these five thousand medium-grade Yuan stones and let the Great Sword of Might go, but if the Great Sword of Might chose to follow him, he would have no power to go back on his word.

In many cases of life, choices determine destinies. If Lin Feng hadn't sold the Bada Sword, the Bada Sword might have remained a slave for the rest of its life. He let the Bada Sword make the choice. If he treated the Bada Sword with kindness and righteousness, the Bada Sword could leave at will. Once it left, it would have nothing to do with him. If it chose to stay, it couldn't betray him. Lin Feng couldn't afford to pay such a huge price and still allow the Bada Sword to have such repeated power. He's not a saint.

Lin Feng's gaze and Ba Dao's met and clashed once again in the air. Both of them had equally sharp and domineering gazes. A cold and forbidding aura seemed to emerge from the surrounding space, causing Yixue to shiver involuntarily and her heart to tremble.

It's so cold. Not only is it cold in the body, but also in the marrow and the soul.

"I will follow you." After a moment of silence, the sharpness in Ba Dao's gaze dissipated. His voice was deep and he nodded slightly at Lin Feng.

"Alright." Lin Feng's eyes showed a hint of amusement. The slaves who were acquired through the auction of 5,000 medium-grade Yuan stones were already martial cultivators. If they were to be sent away like this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. But since the Ba Dao was willing to follow him, it would be best if he could keep her.

"Remember, I gave you the chance to choose. You could have left, but you didn't. Instead, you chose to follow me. Now that you have made this choice, if you betray me in the future, I will make you suffer even more than you do now."

Lin Feng said coldly, "The space itself is tinged with a hint of chill."

Badao nodded silently. He understood the meaning behind Lin Feng's request.

Today, if it weren't for Lin Feng, he would have been captured by others. Others, since they dared to want him, naturally have the ability to subdue him. He would still be a slave, but Lin Feng captured him and even agreed to let him go. From this perspective, Lin Feng doesn't regard him as a slave. In a certain sense, Lin Feng has shown kindness to him.

Furthermore, he is a slave wielding a sword. His face bears the mark of slavery. If he were to leave Lin Feng, he would still be a slave. Maybe someone would capture him again and treat him as a slave martial artist. He cannot escape his fate. Of course, it's also possible that he gains his freedom from now on, but he won't be able to reveal his true identity.

So, Lin Feng asked him to make a choice: either to abandon those who had helped him and take the risk to try something new, or to follow Lin Feng, a person who did not regard him as a slave.

Badao chose the latter. Once he made the choice, he wouldn't regret it or betray anyone. This was the path he chose himself. Lin Feng didn't force him to do so.

"Let's go." Lin Feng lifted his feet and stepped forward. Yi Xue and Ba Daolao followed him closely behind.

At this moment, Ba Dao's footsteps quickened slightly without his being aware of it. He came not far behind Lin Feng and said, "Someone is following us."

"I know," Lin Feng said without turning his head, giving a faint reply. This made a strange glint flash in Ba Dao's eyes.

Yixue's heart tightened for a moment and she couldn't help but turn her head to look back.

Just behind them, a hundred meters away, there was a figure following them closely. It was brazen and had no intention of evading. The other party simply didn't care.

"It was him." Yixue's beautiful eyes narrowed. The person following them was none other than the grey-robed man beside Meng Cong.

"Don't bother about it." Lin Feng said indifferently. Yi Xue turned around, but she couldn't maintain Lin Feng's calm demeanor. If the other party dared to come after her, it must be because they had something to gain from it.

"His cultivation level is at the Seventh Stage of the Lingwu Realm. His aura is long-lasting and his bloodline is vigorous. There is also a sinister aura emanating from him. He is someone who often engages in killing and combat. He is very difficult to deal with. I can only manage him with some effort. If we fight for a long time, I will surely lose." The voice of Ba Dao was deep and low. He described the characteristics of the opponent's cultivation level so clearly that it made Lin Feng's gaze slightly tighten. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Then do you know what kind of strength I possess?" Lin Feng asked.

"Having reached the fifth stage of the Lingwu Realm, you possess not only a long-lasting breath and an extremely vigorous blood circulation, but also the harmonious integration of essence, qi and spirit. If I'm not mistaken, you have fully grasped the essence of the sword power. Ordinary people at the sixth stage of the Lingwu Realm are no match for you. Even I don't have absolute confidence to defeat you."

Badao calmly said, causing Lin Feng's pupils to slightly narrow. It seemed that Badao knew that the strength of the Grey Robe Man was not something that could be guessed randomly, but could actually predict someone's strength. Moreover, it was very accurate.

Yixue gave Lin Feng a surprised look. Only at the fifth stage of the Spirit-Defending Realm, he dared to accept the powerful sword of the sixth stage of the Spirit-Defending Realm. Moreover, he always carried an air of confidence and arrogance.

"Follow my instructions."

Lin Feng didn't say much more. He merely said briefly, "Alright," and then quickened his pace and stepped forward.

Behind Lin Feng and his two companions, the man in the grey robe's gaze narrowed slightly, then he gave a cold smile and muttered to himself: "Since they have all been caught up, do you still want to run away?"

A slave martial artist of the Lingwu Realm at the sixth stage wielding a saber, and Lin Feng who possesses over ten thousand medium-grade elemental stones on his person, have quite a strong appeal.

With his toes lightly touching the ground, the figure of the grey-robed man became exceptionally agile and light, as if it were a gentle breeze floating on the road, constantly closing the distance with Lin Feng and others.

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However, just at this moment, Lin Feng and the others' bodies turned and they stepped into a nearby tavern.

The man in the grey robe raised his eyebrows and then strode out. He glanced inside the tavern and then stepped in. There was no sign of Lin Feng and others.

"Second floor!"

The man in the grey robe raised his head and looked in the direction of the stairs. There he saw a young man with a handsome and refined face slowly walking down the stairs, his gaze carrying a hint of gentle smile.

"Get out of here."

The man in the grey robe took a step forward and rushed towards the stairs, brushing past the slender young man.

Just as the grey-robed man was about to step onto the stairs and enter the building, a figure appeared at the second-floor landing, blocking the way. This person was holding a long knife and exuded an incomparably domineering aura. A hint of the knife's spirit bloomed in the air, causing everyone's pupils to contract for a moment.

"Such intense blade spirit! No, it's blade momentum!"

The man in the grey robe looked at the Great Saber and said coldly, "Great Saber, follow Meng Shao. Meng Shao will surely treat you well. Why do you want to seek your own doom?"

The Great Sword ignored the words of the Grey-robed Man. It slowly raised its long sword, and a surging force of the sword, wild and unrestrained, burst forth, causing the space to tremble.

"Cut!"

The sword of dominance leaped down in the air, the long blade cutting through a brilliant white light. Space seemed to be sliced apart, and a knife mark appeared.

A deafening rumbling sound echoed out. Under the intense willpower of the knife wielder, the steps collapsed and shattered in an instant. The grey-robed man's face turned cold and he shouted, "You're asking for trouble!"

As he spoke, the grey-robed man's two palms trembled violently, and his palm power erupted wildly to meet the brilliant slash. Under the pressure of the sword's force and the counter-reaction of his own palm power, his body plummeted sharply from the air.

The man in the grey robe's palm trembled, preparing to launch an attack in mid-air. However, at this very moment, a terrifying sense of danger came, from behind him!

Suddenly, a shudder ran through his heart. The grey-robed man suddenly felt that he had overlooked something fatal just now.

His gaze shifted, and he looked down at the ground. Immediately, he saw the young man with a handsome and elegant face whom he had overlooked before. But now, this young man's pupils were cold and merciless, filled with an endless sense of solemnity and ruthlessness!

His heart gave another violent spasm!