Chapter 17

The young man in white sat on a golden chair, with a seductive woman lying behind him, massaging the young master. The alluring woman, with a bewitching voice, asked, "Master, are you comfortable?"

"Haha, very comfortable, very comfortable. Little vixen, make Master feel good."

The young man in white directly pulled the seductive woman into his arms, his right hand reaching into her clothes and kneading. The seductive woman let out moans, and in broad daylight, they did such things without any restraint, truly debauched to the extreme.

"In such a vast wilderness, you only captured one person, which greatly disappoints me."

The young man in white said coldly while enjoying himself.

The surrounding cultivators all turned pale and hurriedly said, "Master, the wilderness is so vast that cultivators who enter this place are very scattered. Now, we have already captured over a hundred people. In this area, we can't find more cultivators. If we want to capture more people, we need to search in more distant areas."

"This winged snake is extremely cunning. It has eaten over a hundred people and still hasn't been caught. Bind all these people to lure the winged snake. This time, we must successfully lure and kill the winged snake."

The young man in white's voice was icy.

"Spare us, Master, please spare us." The bound cultivators, upon hearing that they would be used as bait for the winged snake, all cried out loudly.

"Your pleas are useless. You despicable people are only useful for this." The young man in white's expression was cold, and he was a ruthless killer.

"What are you waiting for? Quickly grab that boy and bind him together." The young man in white said coldly.

"Yes, Master."

A cultivator leaped out and approached Lin Feng, reaching out to grab him.

Lin Feng turned to look at the cultivator, who was one of the few who had brought him here. Lin Feng's face showed a cold smile. He swung his right hand and delivered a powerful strike, the "Great Sage Splitting Strike," which landed heavily on the cultivator's chest.

"Ah..."

The cultivator let out a惨叫, flying back over thirty meters and landing heavily on the ground. After convulsing a few times, he couldn't move anymore. Upon closer inspection, he was completely lifeless, his internal organs shattered by Lin Feng's punch, dying on the spot.

"Assisting the wicked and harming others, you deserve to die."

A cold voice suddenly echoed through the forest.

The entire forest fell silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The cultivator who had just been killed by Lin Feng was a Seventh Rank Warrior.

Lin Feng, a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, had actually punched a Seventh Rank Warrior over thirty meters and killed him on the spot?

It was indeed shocking.

"Hmm, I didn't expect you to have some strength," the young master said, not only not angry but smiling. He waved his hand and said, "All of you, attack him. Don't kill him directly; capture him alive. I will feed him to the winged snake later and let him experience what it's like to be devoured by it."

"Attack."

Immediately, over a dozen cultivators surrounded Lin Feng, each moving extremely fast with fierce eyes.

Although Lin Feng had shown remarkable combat prowess, these people were not afraid.

First, they were in overwhelming numbers.

Second, they believed their companion had been caught off guard and was unprepared for Lin Feng's attack.

Over a dozen cultivators quickly surrounded Lin Feng. At this moment, Lin Feng moved, advancing instead of retreating, charging toward the group of cultivators.

"Little brother, run quickly. You are no match for these people."

"Little brother, escape now, or you will end up in the snake's belly."

The bound cultivators all shouted loudly.

Although they would soon be fed to the winged snake, they did not want to see Lin Feng suffer the same fate.

Facing the attack of over a dozen cultivators, Lin Feng moved like the wind, extremely fast. He rushed into the crowd, dodging and weaving.

Various weapons, such as swords and knives, were all aimed at Lin Feng, but he easily dodged them all.

Lin Feng dodged the attacks of these cultivators as if he were strolling leisurely.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Then, loud slaps echoed, and one by one, the cultivators were sent flying.

In the crowd, Lin Feng slapped each one, sending them flying.

Lin Feng's current strength had reached 12,800 pounds, and the force of a slap on the face was unimaginably terrifying.

One by one, the cultivators were sent flying, their faces smashed by Lin Feng's slaps.

"Ah..."

The cultivators let out piercing screams, falling to the ground and wailing in pain. Some were even killed by Lin Feng's slaps.

"My God..."

"What am I seeing?"

"Is this real?"

The bound cultivators all shouted in disbelief.

These were all elite cultivators, each with a cultivation level of Seventh Rank Warrior or higher, and even a few Eighth Rank Warriors.

But they couldn't withstand a single move from Lin Feng.

The young man in white's face turned grim, and he said coldly, "Boy, you have killed so many of my subordinates. You deserve to die a thousand deaths."

"Those who assist the wicked should be killed." Lin Feng said coldly.

"Zhang Kuang, kill him."

The young man in white ordered.

The only one still standing was the cultivator who had made Lin Feng feel a sense of danger. This person was a Ninth Rank Warrior, with unfathomable strength.

"Master, rest assured. I will make sure this boy dies without a trace."

Zhang Kuang accepted the order, grinned, and lunged at Lin Feng.

"Mad God Fist Technique."

Zhang Kuang roared and unleashed a powerful fist technique. As he did so, a fierce and dominant aura emanated from his body, sweeping through the heavens and earth, invincible.

"Boy, dying to my Mad God Fist Technique, you can die with peace." Zhang Kuang's face was full of a sinister smile.

This was a low-grade mystic martial technique, with immense power. After obtaining the Mad God Fist Technique, Zhang Kuang had won every battle, never losing once.

"This person's strength has reached 25,600 pounds, twice mine."

Lin Feng's face showed a hint of seriousness.

However, Lin Feng did not retreat.

The young man in white gave Lin Feng a feeling of being even stronger than Zhang Kuang.

If he couldn't deal with Zhang Kuang, and the young man in white joined in, he would surely die.

"Little brother, this person is a Ninth Rank Warrior. Run quickly."

The bound cultivators all shouted loudly, looking at Lin Feng with great concern.

Lin Feng did not run but faced Zhang Kuang.

"Devouring Martial Soul!"

Lin Feng instantly unleashed his strongest attack.

Lin Feng's Devouring Martial Soul had no offensive power but had a powerful restraining force.

When Zhang Kuang reached Lin Feng, Lin Feng instantly activated his Devouring Martial Soul.

A black hole emerged from his dantian, covering a one-meter radius around Lin Feng.

This was the limit of what Lin Feng could currently release.

But it was enough. Zhang Kuang was enveloped by the devouring black hole, his movements greatly hindered, his speed reduced, and his strength significantly weakened by Lin Feng's devouring black hole.

Lin Feng roared and unleashed a powerful punch, which instantly struck.

Bang!

Lin Feng and Zhang Kuang clashed fiercely, the Dragon Elephant Force fully unleashed.

Crack.

Zhang Kuang's arm broke directly, and Lin Feng's full-force punch continued, striking Zhang Kuang's chest.

Zhang Kuang's chest was caved in by Lin Feng's punch, and he was sent flying. He crashed into a rock wall and then slid to the ground, coughing up large amounts of blood. The blood contained internal organs, and after convulsing violently a few times, Zhang Kuang died, a Ninth Rank Warrior, killed by Lin Feng's punch.