Instant Kill

"White Owl?!"

Seeing the huge fatty standing in the woods, Wu Gensheng's brow creased with several dark lines.

Though he had only recently joined Zensei, he had heard of this man.

This guy was an utter scoundrel; even within Zensei, few people could stand him.

That alone showed just how loathsome White Owl was.

"You know me? Now that's interesting."

White Owl let out a sinister chuckle. His ugly, bloated face jiggled along with that hideous grin, making people sick.

He enjoyed tormenting his prey, and Lin Feng and the others had now become his prey.

Especially when White Owl's gaze landed on Jin Feng'er, the smile on his face widened.

That smile made Xia Liuqing's expression turn cold. Without another word, he pulled out his gloves. "Fat bastard, watch your eyes!!"

Xia Liuqing shouted coldly as the qi within him gradually boiled, ready to fight—or rather, to kill—at any moment.

"Kid, is this girl yours?!"

Seeing how much Xia Liuqing cared, White Owl laughed even louder.

A burst of piercing laughter rang through the forest, startling away many birds that had just landed.

"Keep it down. You're noisy as hell!"

Lin Feng had been pondering Luan Jin Duo and Eight Gates Transport when White Owl's grating laughter jolted him out of his thoughts. He glared furiously at White Owl and barked the reprimand.

"Oh?"

White Owl froze for a moment, curiously shifting his gaze from Jin Feng'er to Lin Feng.

"Kid, you haven't heard of my reputation, have you?"

White Owl assumed Lin Feng was some greenhorn newly arrived in the martial world. He had encountered plenty like that before.

Beating up young hotheads like these was even more entertaining. Their arrogant expressions would slowly turn to terror under the crushing gap in strength.

That was what White Owl loved to see most.

The muscles on White Owl's thick arms bulged. He spread his five fingers into palms, preparing to fight.

"What does that have to do with me?!"

Lin Feng had nearly grasped the trick to using spatial abilities before White Owl's laughter disturbed him.

At that moment, Lin Feng was extremely irritable.

"You little bastard!! Hahaha!! Die!!"

White Owl said no more and immediately swung his broad palm down.

His massive body charged over like a tank at full speed. The trees in his way were as fragile as potato chips, shattering with a crack.

Wu Gensheng and the others were the first to feel the oppressive pressure. Xia Liuqing had already painted on his mask, holding a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear as he formed a sword finger, about to strike White Owl.

But Wu Gensheng beside him grabbed his hand, pulling both Xia Liuqing and Jin Feng'er away.

White Owl did not pursue Wu Gensheng. His target was clear: Lin Feng.

A grandmaster proficient in both Talismanic Script and mechanisms had already reached the peak of this circle in terms of combat power.

Yet before Lin Feng, he was still nothing.

Watching White Owl charge at him with that hideous, twisted face, Lin Feng disgustedly raised a hand and slapped White Owl straight across the head without holding back.

Bang!

With a sound like a watermelon being smashed, White Owl's head instantly burst apart, red and white matter exploding like fireworks.

The fat body took two more steps forward from inertia, swayed once, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Tentacles extending from inside his body were still wrapped around White Owl's hands.

They, too, fell motionless with White Owl's death.

"I..."

Xia Liuqing's face, painted with his mask, revealed a stunned expression. This was the first time he had seen Lin Feng use his true strength, and it completely exceeded his imagination.

Wu Gensheng was also left standing there with his mouth open, unable to say anything. He had still underestimated Lin Feng's strength.

Yet a different feeling rose within him as well.

At least in Wu Gensheng's eyes, Lin Feng was now comparable to an immortal.

This guy had to be some transcendent cultivator from ancient times who had attained immortality.

There had to be some reason behind his unexpected emergence into the world this time.

Wu Gensheng realized that he had finally found something worth pursuing: discovering Lin Feng's true identity and what he wanted to do.

"Disgusting!"

Lin Feng thoughtfully looked at the scraps of White Owl's flesh stuck to his hand, then devoured them in the blink of an eye.

Not long afterward, Lin Feng learned all of White Owl's memories.

This guy was a villain through and through. He would not even need to line up in hell; the King of Hell would probably open a VIP passage straight to the eighteenth level for him.

But setting aside the disgusting things White Owl had done, in terms of cultivation—

He truly was a grandmaster proficient in two disciplines.

He had pushed both Talismanic Script and mechanisms to their limits.

Given the current number of cultivators in China, there were at most fewer than five thousand.

And White Owl was absolutely among the very top tier.

"Talismanic Script is quite similar to the Maoshan talismans Uncle Yu gave me before. I can play around with it when I have time. And these mechanisms... why do they resemble the robots I made?"

Lin Feng searched through White Owl's memories concerning mechanisms. Some involved modifying the body, while others were traps and mechanical devices.

Yet all of them bore, to some extent, traces of the robots he had created in the base.

He did not know whether it was just an illusion.

When Lin Feng followed White Owl's memories in search of where he had learned these things as a child, he found only that these mechanical arts and tattoo-like Talismanic Script came from his sect, an obscure school.

Liang Ting had merely developed them to their absolute limit.

"Black Doctor... what exactly did you do in this world?!"

Lin Feng murmured, then shifted his gaze toward Wu Gensheng and the others.

Could the qi contained within these cultivators also be related to Black Doctor?

Where exactly did their strange methods originate? If one traced them back to their source, could they truly have come from Black Doctor, or from the various data stored within Black Doctor's memories?

Lin Feng could not determine that. He possessed great wisdom, but his strategic insight was still insufficient to see through an artificial intelligence capable of consulting all of humanity's information at any time.

"Brother Lin?"

Wu Gensheng composed himself, doing his best not to look at Liang Ting's corpse.

He slowly walked toward Lin Feng and asked softly, "Are you... feeling unwell?"

"No. Wu Gensheng, how did you cultivate your qi? Did it come from your sect? And what about that sect?"

Lin Feng fell silent for a moment before suddenly asking.

"Me? One day, I was sitting quietly beneath a tree. When I reached a state of utter stillness, a lively stirring suddenly arose within me, and that was how I obtained qi. It was only much later that I learned this was called qi."

Wu Gensheng raised his hand, and an unusually active energy surged across his palm like flames.

"What about you two?"

Lin Feng turned his gaze toward Jin Feng'er and Xia Liuqing.

"I used to sing in an opera troupe. A reclusive old master saw that I had talent and taught me. As for where the Divinity Mask lineage truly came from, that old master said it originated with the shamans of ancient times. Through dance and sacrifice, they gained the favor and protection of the gods, thereby obtaining divine power."

Xia Liuqing thought carefully before answering.

"I awakened mine innately. I have no lineage. Brother Lin, you are my first master."

Jin Feng'er said.

Hearing the origins of their abilities, Lin Feng found nothing he wanted and immediately lost interest.

There were still six months left. At most, he could remain for only six more months. After that, he would have to return to the Marvel World to travel through time and obtain the Time Stone.