Lin Feng could not tell whether he felt joy or sorrow.
Zhong Kui's appearance meant that the spiritual essence of his Nuo Opera Master mask was linked to Zhong Kui. The moment he appeared, Zhong Kui had sensed him clearly.
That was a good thing. Lin Feng had witnessed plenty of grand spectacles, but he could never forget those Nuo Opera Masters. They had all been ordinary people, facing an enemy Lin Feng could have crushed with one hand.
Yet against that very enemy, the Nuo Opera Masters had given everything they had, fighting to survive.
They refused to accept death.
Even dead, they would suppress that evil fiend. Even if they ceased to exist, they would still tear a mouthful of flesh from it!
Lin Feng admired that spirit of resistance.
Because he knew perfectly well that, before those Ancient Gods and natural phenomena, he was just like the Nuo Opera Masters of Nuo Village.
He had nowhere to retreat, either. Teacher Xun could not hold on much longer.
"How dare you!"
Seeing Lin Feng pinch the tongue of the Evil Ghost beneath his seat, Zhong Kui roared like thunder. The frightened Land God vanished on the spot, while the two Orthodox City Gods fainted where they stood.
Yu Lei's "intent" was the white-bone Jianmu—the great Peach Tree said to stand behind the gates of Fengdu.
Zhong Kui had not displayed his "intent." In other words, neither Lin Feng nor Zhong Kui had gotten serious yet.
Apart from Zhong Kui knocking out two minor gods with a single shout.
Both still exercised restraint.
Zhong Kui was no obscure deity. Quite the opposite: his standing had risen steadily.
He had received additional titles several times. More importantly, Zhong Kui was a deity whose very purpose was to slay fiends and