Immemorial War God

"The information is really cut off." Mo Feng laughed and shook his head. It seemed that the matters that he had done in the Jade Flame Gate had not yet spread to the Storm City, so this information was completely kept a secret.    

    

"Today is definitely the most domineering thing you've ever done in your life. It's a pity that you won't have the chance to brag to others." Mo Feng spoke slowly, but the city guard captain sneered once again. Impatience appeared on his face, why didn't he kneel anymore, did he think he had more time?    

    

"Young cripple!"    

    

"Shua!"    

    

A cold light flashed, the city guard captain's words were immediately heard as he stared at Mo Feng.    

    

"Leng Guanlin, what's going on?" Mo Feng turned the axe in his hand and walked in front of Leng Guanlin and asked.    

    

"Eh?" Leng Guanlin looked at Mo Feng strangely, then turned to look at the city guard captain. Why was it that Mo Feng had not spoken since the moment he took out his axe? He was shocked just like that?    

    

"Mo Feng, what's wrong with him?" Puzzled, Mo Feng took a glance and continued:    

    

"Why is the Storm City sealed? What happened?"    

    

Leng Guanlin regained his senses, just as he was about to explain, he suddenly burst out and turned to look, only to see the city guard captain had blood dripping down his throat, and his head rolling on the ground!    

    

"Whoa, he, he, he …"    

    

Leng Guanlin was so shocked that he instantly jumped up, pointing at the corpse of the leader of the city guards who was dismembered, his entire body was trembling.    

    

"Pfft!"    

    

When he finished spitting out the blood, the cross section of his neck became extremely smooth. When Leng Guanlin saw this, he sucked in a breath of cold air, his entire body turned cold.    

    

"Blade?" "Hiss!" Leng Guanlin turned his head to look at the battle axe in Mo Feng's hand, and instantly sucked in a breath of cold air.    

    

"When did he do it!" Leng Guanlin suddenly remembered that he did not even know how Mo Feng attacked. He was so shocked that he did not even notice it.    

    

"He, he killed the captain!"    

    

None of them were stupid. For Mo Feng to be able to cut the city guard captain down so easily, killing them was like killing a chicken.    

    

"Hurry up and get out of here, are you waiting for death?!" Hearing their fearful words, Leng Guanlin turned his head and roared at them. Everyone looked at Leng Guanlin in shock, then turned and ran. Although Leng Guanlin was no longer the City Lord, his aura was still there.    

    

"Tell me, what is going on?" Mo Feng looked at Leng Guanlin and asked. He did not care about those people. Killing the captain of the city guards was just to verify one of his thoughts.    

    

"This is not the place to talk." Leng Guanlin turned and vigilantly glanced at his surroundings before leaving with Mo Feng.    

    

"Shua!"    

    

Leng Guanlin had not gone far with Mo Feng when the sound of wind suddenly came out. Both of their footsteps paused, only to see a young man in multicolored luxurious clothing standing in front, holding a fan with his back facing the two of them.    

    

"You want to run after killing the City Lord's Mansion? How can you place our royal family in such a place?! " The young man indifferently spoke as he slowly fanned himself with the folding fan in his hand, giving off the bearing of an expert of nobility.    

    

"It's over!" When Leng Guanlin saw this man, his face immediately paled. This man was the genius of the imperial family, the seventh son of Prince Xi'an. His talent was peerless, and his cultivation had reached the third level of starburst at such a young age.    

    

With his cultivation at the third level of starburst, he definitely stood at the top of Storm City, and it was precisely because of the people from the royal family that made Mo Feng leave so quickly.    

    

"Mo Feng, you hurry up and go. I'll cover my retreat." Leng Guanlin's gaze grew stern. Although his cultivation was only at stellar state, he was willing to fight with his life on the line, since he would not be able to escape this crisis, it would be better for him to die if he lived a useless life.    

    

"When did I need your protection?" Mo Feng chuckled and stood out.    

    

"Chi!"    

    

Seeing Leng Guanlin's fearful appearance, the young man scoffed in disdain. It was extremely laughable for a mere stellar state to try to cut off someone's back.    

    

"I'll give you guys a chance. Cut off your own wounds and don't dirty my hands." He patted his hands casually. It was as if his hands were stained with dirt before he could even make a move.    

    

"I'll give you a chance." I'll give you a chance. Mo Feng stood out and said coldly. The young man's movements froze and his expression instantly became gloomy, a cold light flashed past his eyes. He raised his head to look at Mo Feng, and just as he was about to speak, his pupils suddenly shrank.    

    

"Mo, Mo Feng!" As if he had seen a ghost, the young man exclaimed and retreated.    

    

Mo Feng caused the Imperial Family to be restless in the imperial city, and to become the champion of the Four Major Sects' Martial Meetings in one fell swoop. He had witnessed Mo Feng's elegance several times, so naturally, he had a particularly deep impression of Mo Feng's appearance.    

    

"Looks like someone still remembers me." Mo Feng laughed coldly. Seeing the young man's confused reaction, he was even more unable to understand the meaning behind Mo Feng's words.    

    

"Impossible, impossible, aren't you dead?" The young man shook his head crazily in disbelief. He looked at Mo Feng for a while, and spoke in a high-pitched voice:    

    

"I do not believe that a dead person can be resurrected, who exactly are you, and why are you pretending to be Mo Feng!"    

    

"Uhh …" The corner of Leng Guanlin's mouth twitched. Mo Feng was Mo Feng, and he still wanted to pretend? What was the point in pretending to be him?    

    

He had always been in a small place like the Storm City, so when news of Mo Feng was intentionally stopped from spreading, he naturally did not understand what the word Mo Feng meant to the imperial family.    

    

"Impersonate?" Mo Feng sneered as he turned the battle axe in his hand, emitting a strong killing intent.    

    

"You're not going to say it, right? Your elder will kill you today, you imposter!" The young man angrily retracted his folding fan, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand as he charged forward.    

    

Seeing the young man rushing towards Mo Feng, Mo Feng laughed coldly without diminishing in the slightest, it was only the third level of starburst, he did not even need to use star power.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

He purely brandished the axe with his physical body, chopping towards the youth.    

    

"Humph!"    

    

An incomparable power came from the sword. The youth's expression changed as the blade in his hand was torn open. With a shake, the sword fell to the ground.    

    

"AHH!"    

    

The youth cried out miserably as he was sent flying. He fell to the ground and grabbed his hand as he continued to scream miserably. At this moment, he felt as if his hand bones had shattered. It was truly a heart-wrenching pain.    

    

"This …"    

    

Leng Guanlin was still in a daze, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the youth being sent flying while screaming on the ground. He was instantly dumbstruck, and as he turned his head to look at Mo Feng in disbelief, his eyeballs nearly popped out from their sockets.    

    

"How, how is this possible!"    

    

When he left the Storm City, Mo Feng was still only in the Star Pool. At that time, he led the Mo family to wipe out the Chen and Lin families using his unparalleled intelligence and shrewdness, to the point where even he was deceived to the point of being completely convinced. But in less than half a year, he managed to send a third stage starburst flying with a single axe strike?