Killing Intent Beneath Mian Mountain

Killing Intent Beneath Mian Mountain

On a mountain near Mian Mountain, after finishing his meal at that tavern, Lin Feng flew more than a thousand kilometers in under a minute and arrived at Mian Mountain in SX Province.

He landed on one of the peaks, found a tree canopy to serve as a temporary bed, and quietly remained there for several days.

Around the third day, just as Lin Feng was about to figure out even the bathroom habits of the Japanese Soldiers hiding here, something different finally happened.

The Japanese Soldiers, who had been stockpiling troops here as usual, suddenly became extremely excited that day, as though they were expecting someone's arrival.

On another nearby cliff, several men and women in plain-colored long robes crouched there, watching the distant Japanese base.

When Lin Feng saw those people arrive, his heart stirred slightly, and his body, which had remained still for days, finally moved.

"Is the assassination tonight? Hm? People are already here! No, they aren't together."

Just as Lin Feng was making his own plans, the Japanese Soldiers below suddenly began moving.

They all emerged from the base, holding rifles and barking unpleasant words.

Lin Feng understood them. Someone had infiltrated the area.

But at that moment, the Hekizan Ninja Head the Japanese Soldiers were awaiting also happened to arrive.

He was a frail old man with waist-length white hair. His narrow eyebrows were nearly as long as his hair and almost covered his eyes.

Within those eyes narrowed to slits lay an ever-present killing intent, faint yet poised to strike like a venomous snake, enough to send chills down one's spine.

He was a troublesome opponent.

But that was only for most ordinary cultivators.

"These people look like they're from Zensei."

Lin Feng stood quietly atop a leaf. His weight did not disturb it in the slightest, as though he had landed upon it like a drifting feather.

He watched the otherworldly people who had suddenly infiltrated the Japanese base in the distance.

Their methods were varied, and they did not seem to belong to a single sect.

Moreover, judging by their excited expressions, they did not look like people prepared to die.

They seemed more like they had come here for fun.

Clearly, these people should be members of Zensei.

"The Tang Clan hasn't moved. These Zensei people are probably just here to harass them. The real show should be tonight."

Lin Feng glanced at the Tang Clan experts on the cliff several kilometers away. They were all observing the situation from the cliffside and had yet to act.

It seemed the real spectacle had not begun yet.

Lin Feng patiently waited again. Time quickly passed into the night, reaching midnight.

From the time Zensei began assassinating Japanese Soldiers during the day until now, Zensei members had come to infiltrate the camp at regular intervals.

The Japanese Soldiers had suffered terribly. From day until now, they had not known a single moment of peace.

Woooo!

Under the pitch-black night sky, a dazzling red light rose from the ground like a meteor before falling back down.

The Japanese Soldiers, who had been taking advantage of the brief silence to rest, were startled awake again. They repeated the same words in numb voices, then poured out of their tents with guns in hand, vigilantly guarding their surroundings.

"Has it begun? I'll go down and join the fun too."

A smile curled across Lin Feng's lips, and his body vanished with a swish.

Hearing the alarm, the Ninja Head emerged from his tent. Surrounded by a group of Ninjas, he coldly swept his gaze around. He had not acted during the day's ambushes, nor had he stepped outside his tent.

Yet this time, for some reason, the Ninja Head had come out.

The Ninja Head coldly surveyed the surroundings, then suddenly rattled off a long string of words.

A man beside him bent over, shouted an acknowledgment, and hurried away in quick little steps.

Whoosh!

Lin Feng suddenly appeared before the Ninja Head without warning, startling the Ninja Head and the other Ninjas into immediate vigilance.

"Who are you?"

The Ninja Head remained calm. Seeing Lin Feng dressed as a Daoist, he assumed Lin Feng was another Chinese Daoist who had come to assassinate him.

He had killed several before and was very familiar with such clothing.

Only Lin Feng's style was somewhat dark. He had never seen robes in such colors.

"Our Ninja Head asks who you—"

"To kill you~"

Lin Feng said faintly. Before the man beside the Ninja Head could translate, the whisk in Lin Feng's hand slowly lowered from before his chest.

The white strands of the whisk drooped under gravity, yet they strangely gathered together as though they had come alive, gradually forming a sharp sword.

Meanwhile, the whisk's handle slowly shrank into the shape of a sword hilt.

A few breaths later, a sharp longsword appeared in his palm.

"Let's play~"

Lin Feng raised the sharp sword in his hand. The pendant on his wrist jingled, and the little sword pendant glowing red suddenly spewed a blast of scorching flame toward the Ninja Head.

Before the translator beside the Ninja Head could translate Lin Feng's words, the flames sealed his mouth.

The blazing fire surged fiercely toward the Ninja Head. Just as it neared him, it transformed into a ball of fire and suddenly exploded.

The bursting flames illuminated the sky. The Tang Clan members and Ninjas fighting elsewhere all saw what had happened here.

An explosion more than ten meters high clearly meant something had gone wrong here.

At the same time, the Ninjas and the Tang Clan members all had the same question in their hearts.

Could something have gone wrong?!

Tang Jiaren, the Grand Elder, had been concealing himself near the Ninja Head and silently observing him. Without revealing any reaction, he continued hiding. Though he found Lin Feng's sudden appearance strange—

—when he saw such a powerful mass of flames, even he could not help feeling somewhat surprised.

With that level of strength, perhaps he would not even need to act.

Could this fire user be one of those human bombs from the Huode Sect?

But those Daoist robes looked like they belonged to one of the Daoist sects, and that face... I seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

Tang Jiaren thought to himself in puzzlement, then stealthily moved a few steps and changed positions.

No matter where this Daoist had come from, he still needed to prepare for both possibilities.

He would quietly approach the Ninja Head, and once an opportunity arose, use Dan Shi to eliminate the old man.

"Stand farther away and watch. Don't get so close—you're spoiling my fun."

Lin Feng suddenly turned and spoke toward Tang Jiaren's direction. His unblinking gaze stared straight at Tang Jiaren, who was hiding himself.

For some reason, when Tang Jiaren saw those eyes, a trace of fear rose in his heart.

He did not reply. Instead, he silently retreated a few steps while continuing to observe Lin Feng's eyes.

Sure enough, no matter where he moved, Lin Feng's gaze followed him.

Tang Jiaren revealed himself in shock. He had not expected to be exposed so easily by a fellow Chinese otherworldly person he had never met.

"Sir, our target is the same. Why not join forces and kill that Ninja Head?"

Tang Jiaren stood there and considered it for a moment before clasping his fists and speaking.

"No need. I'm not like you people. I'm just playing with him."

A strange smile appeared on Lin Feng's face. Combined with his Daoist robe, it gave him an eerie air.

Tang Jiaren pursed his lips, unable to say anything. He only saw the Ninja Head, who had been blasted away, and the Ninjas charging forward to surround and attack Lin Feng.