The sky in the capital city, at some point, had completely darkened.
It's not a dark cloud covering the sun, or a solar eclipse, but a deeper and more heart-stopping darkness.
It was as if the entire sky had been dragged by an invisible yet overbearing will into an independent space with no light, no sound, and only pure killing and destruction.
The air was solidified and as thick as mercury.
When the wind stops, not even a fallen leaf can move.
Time seems to have been pressed on the pause button at this moment.
Whether it was the Emperor Xia imperial guards inside the imperial city or the Wei Zheng rebels outside the imperial city, everyone felt as if their bodies were filled with lead, and even moving a finger became a luxury.
The fighting spirit, anger, fear, and even Emperor Xia's madness, Wei Zheng's ambition, and Zhang Cheng's calculations all seemed so childish, ridiculous, and insignificant in front of this absolute will descending from the sky.
"This... what the hell is this?!"
A general with the Crown Convergence Realm cultivation in the rebel formation used all his strength to raise his head with difficulty. His voice was trembling violently due to extreme fear, and his teeth were chattering uncontrollably.
He saw a slender figure quietly standing there in the middle of the pitch-black sky.
He was dressed in simple linen clothes that had been washed white, and he wore a simple and mysterious bronze mask without any patterns on his face. He was holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, as if it had just been dug out of the garbage heap.
The whole person seemed to be integrated with the surrounding darkness, not exuding any earth-shattering aura, nor showing any world-destroying pressure.
He just stood there casually, like a traveler who wandered into this place by mistake, or like an actor who was about to take the stage but hadn't had time to change into his costume.
But just such an ordinary-looking figure made everyone present.
Whether it is soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles, or generals with advanced cultivation, or those Immortal on Land worshipers hidden in the dark, or even the three peerless heroes who have long stood at the top of the world's martial arts.
They all felt an irresistible trembling and surrender coming from the depths of their souls!
It seemed as if what they were facing was not a person, but an ancient demon god who walked out of Nine Nether Hells and was in charge of the cycle of life and death!
It's Heavenly Dao, it's the law, it's the absolute will that cannot be violated!
It's him!
The man who single-handedly stirred up the entire Great Xia Dynasty situation!
That bereaved dog that was supposed to be hunted down by "Imperial Blood Soul Pursuit Edict" until it had no way to go to the sky and no way to the earth!
Sword Ghost!
King of Hell!
Lin Feng!
Emperor Xia, Wei Zheng, and Zhang Cheng, almost at the same time, screamed in their hearts this name that made them sleepless and even dreamed of crushing it to ashes!
But at this moment, in their hearts, there was no anger at meeting their enemies, only endless horror and disbelief!
Why is he here?!
Shouldn't he be thousands of miles away, being hunted down by the gangsters and bounty hunters who have heard the news?!
How dare he come here?!
This is the capital, the center of the entire chess game, and the place where these "chess players" will have their final battle!
He is a "chess piece", why and how dare he appear here?!
"Surprised?"
At this moment, the figure hanging in the air slowly lowered his head.
The pair of eyes hidden under the bronze mask calmly glanced at the three faces below that were full of shock, anger and fear, and the corners of their mouths raised a cold arc, as if they were looking at three corpses about to be buried.
His voice was not loud, it could even be said to be a bit plain, but it seemed to contain some kind of Words Become Law magic power.
Ignoring the distance in space, it clearly echoes in everyone's ears and in everyone's heart.
"It seems that everyone is here."
He paused, his eyes scanning the three "protagonists" below like a king patrolling his territory.
"Emperor Xia, for the sake of so-called immortality, you did not hesitate to collude with Heavenly Demon and sacrifice blood to the common people, which is very good."
"Wei Zheng, for the sake of that Supreme supreme dragon chair, you did not hesitate to launch a mutiny and cause cholera in the world, which is also very good."
"And you, Zhang Cheng..."
Lin Feng's eyes finally fell on the figure in blue shirt who had stood up from the roof of the teahouse, with a gloomy face and no trace of immortality.
"Hiding behind the scenes, playing with people's hearts, and thinking that he is the master of chess is even more... very good."
Slowly, he raised the iron sword in his hand that seemed to be broken if it was broken, with a rusty blade.
Pointing at the three-legged trio of sentient beings below, as well as the hundreds of thousands of troops and subjects behind them.
That posture seemed like he was not facing three peerless heroes and hundreds of thousands of troops, but three slightly larger ants that could be crushed to death at any time.
"Today, I, Lin Feng, will use the sword in my hand to bring an end to your self-directed and ridiculous farce."
He paused, as if giving the three "protagonists" the last moment to digest his last words.
Immediately afterwards, a will to destroy that was a hundred times, a thousand times more terrifying than the previous killing intent, burst out from his seemingly thin body!
The voice suddenly turned cold, full of unquestionable dominance and determination!
"Don't even think about resisting!"
"If I come, everyone will die!"