164: C164 Layout Kill

C164 Layout Kill

Beneath the mask, Lin Feng's eyes were very calm. Like Ba Dao's gaze, they were indifferent without the slightest fluctuation.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Lin Feng opened his mouth: "You want to leave?"

Ba Dao's cold, blade-like eyebrows furrowed slightly. The word 'tyrant' was branded on his face, making him look very cold.

Ba Dao did not speak, but his silence was in itself a form of expression. Of course he wanted to leave, who would be willing to become someone else's slave?

"Your slave seal was not carved by me, and I have never treated people as slaves." Lin Feng looked at Ba Dao who had become silent and slowly said: "If you want to leave, you can turn around and leave right now. I definitely won't force you, and I won't stop you either.

He actually was willing to let go of the Tyrant Blade. He had spent over five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone to bid for the Tyrant Blade off, so five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone would definitely be considered a large number, enough to buy many powerful slave Martial Cultivator s.

Ba Dao's gaze also slightly fluctuated, his pair of deep eyes stared at Lin Feng, revealing an expression of thought.

"I will only give you one choice. Either leave now, or follow me and never betray me."

Lin Feng said once again. This time, he would only give Ba Dao the chance to choose.

Ba Dao's current decision was related to his fate.

The tyrannical gaze gradually became sharp and domineering like a tyrannical blade, staring intently at Lin Feng. Through the silver-white mask, Lin Feng's eyes were still as indifferent as before, or it could be said that he was confident and arrogant.

He could throw away these five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone and let Ba Dao leave. However, if Ba Dao chose to follow him, then he no longer had the power to go back on his words.

If Lin Feng did not auction off the Tyrant Blade, Ba Dao might still be a slave in the future. He let Ba Dao choose, and show kindness to Ba Dao, you can leave, leave, it has nothing to do with me, you can stay, but if you choose to stay, you cannot betray him, it is impossible for Lin Feng to pay such a huge price, and even give Ba Dao the power to repeat over and over again. He was not a saint.

The gazes of Lin Feng and Ba Dao clashed with each other in the air once again. The two of them had the same sharp gaze, and the same tyrannical gaze.

It was so cold, not only in his body, but also in his bone marrow and soul.

"I'll follow you." After a moment of silence, the sharp intent in Ba Dao's eyes dissipated and he gave a low and deep nod of his head to Lin Feng.

"Alright." Lin Feng's eyes revealed a trace of a smile. For the slave Martial Cultivator s that were auctioned off by five thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone, if he let Ba Dao go just like that, his heart would definitely ache. Ba Dao being willing to follow him was naturally for the best.

"Remember, I have given you a choice. You can leave, but you did not, and instead chose to follow me. Since that's the case, if you betray me in the future, I will make you suffer even worse than you are right now."

Lin Feng said coldly, as strands of chilliness rippled through the air.

Ba Dao nodded silently. He understood the meaning behind Lin Feng's words.

Today, if not for Lin Feng, he would have been taken by someone else. Others, since they dared to take him, naturally had the ability to subdue him, he would still be a slave, but Lin Feng had already taken him down, and was even willing to let him go. From this alone, Lin Feng did not view him as a slave.

Other than that, he, Ba Dao, was only a slave with a slave imprint on his face. If he chose to leave Lin Feng, he would still be a slave, but there might be people who would capture him again and treat him as a slave Martial Cultivator. He would never be able to escape his fate, and of course, it was also possible that he would be free from then on, and would only be able to show his true face.

So, Lin Feng allowed him to choose between abandoning the person who had helped him and taking a risk, or following Lin Feng, a person who didn't treat him as a slave.

Ba Dao chose the latter. Since he had made this choice, he would neither regret nor betray him. This was the path he had chosen himself, Lin Feng had never forced him to do so.

"Let's go." Lin Feng lifted his foot and stepped forward. Yi Xue and Ba Dao followed behind Lin Feng.

At this moment, Ba Dao's footsteps had unconsciously sped up. Not far behind Lin Feng, he said: "Someone is following us."

"I know." Lin Feng didn't even turn his head around, as he replied indifferently, causing a strange look to flash past Ba Dao's eyes.

Yi Xue's mind tightened, and couldn't help but turn around to take a glance.

Shockingly, there was a figure following them closely from a hundred meters behind. He was unbridled and had no intention of dodging. The person in question didn't care at all.

"It's him." Yi Xue's beautiful eyes congealed, and the person following behind them was actually the gray-robed man who was standing next to Meng Cong.

"Don't bother." Lin Feng said indifferently. Yi Xue turned around, but was unable to maintain his calm demeanor. If the other party dared to follow him, he must have something up his sleeves.2

"His strength is Seventh Level of Spiritual Martial Stage, and his Qi is long. His blood vessels are strong, and he possesses a baleful aura, so he is a person who kills frequently and is difficult to deal with. I can only barely deal with him, he will lose after a long battle." Ba Dao's voice was low, and actually described the characteristics of his opponent's strength so clearly, causing Lin Feng's gaze to slightly congeal, a little astonishment in his eyes.

"Then do you know my strength?" Lin Feng asked.

"Fifth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage, not only do you have a long breath, your bloodline is extremely exuberant, and your essence, energy, and spirit are also one. If I'm not wrong, you have completely comprehended the sword force.

Ba Dao calmly said, causing Lin Feng's pupils to slightly constrict. It seemed that Ba Dao knew that the strength of the gray-robed man wasn't from time to time, but rather that he could accurately deduce the strength of a person.

Yi Xue glanced at Lin Feng in astonishment. He only had the strength of Fifth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage, yet he actually dared to take back the Tyrant Blade of the Sixth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage realm.

"As I say."

Lin Feng did not say much, he only said a few simple words, then quickened his pace and stepped forward.

Behind Lin Feng and the other two, the gray-robed man's gaze slightly froze, and then he sneered and thought to himself: "Since we've already been followed, do you still want to escape!"

The allure of a Tyrant Blade who was a slave of Sixth Level of Spiritual Martial Stage and Lin Feng who possessed over ten thousand Middle Grade Elemental Stone on his body was not small.

The tip of his feet lightly tapped on the ground. The gray-robed man's figure became exceptionally agile, like a light breeze. He floated on the main road, continuously closing in on Lin Feng and the others.

But just at this time, Lin Feng and the rest turned and stepped into a nearby restaurant.

The gray-robed man's brows twitched, he immediately strode out, took a glance at the restaurant, and then stepped into it. There were no signs of Lin Feng and the rest.

"Second floor!"

The gray-robed man inclined his head and looked in the direction of the staircase, only to see a handsome young man slowly walking down the stairs with a gentle smile on his face.

"Scram."

The gray-robed man took a stride and dashed toward the stairs, brushing past the handsome youth.

Just as the gray-robed man was about to ascend the stairs to the second floor, a figure appeared in front of him and blocked his way. This person held a long saber in his hand and exuded an incomparably domineering aura.

"What a strong blade intent! No, it's the Blade Force!"

The gray-robed man looked at Ba Dao and said coldly, "Ba Dao, follow Young Master Meng. Young Master Meng will definitely treat you well. Why are you seeking death?"

Ba Dao ignored the gray-robed man's words. He slowly raised the long blade in his hand. A surging force from the blade frantically surged out, causing the space to tremble.

"Kill!"

Ba Dao leaped down from the air and his long blade slashed out a bright ray of white light. It was as if space was split open and a slash mark appeared on the blade.

A loud rumbling sound could be heard as the stairs shattered under the intense sword intent. The gray-robed man's face turned cold as he shouted, "You're courting death!"

As he said that, the gray-robed man's palms trembled, and palm strength frantically sprayed out, welcoming the resplendent blade. Under the force of the blade and his own palm strength, his body quickly descended.

The gray-robed man's palm trembled as he prepared to attack. But at this moment, a strong sense of danger came from behind him!

His heart suddenly trembled. The gray-robed man suddenly had a feeling that he had forgotten something fatal just now.

Shifting his gaze onto the ground, his eyes landed on the handsome young man whom he had overlooked a moment ago. Yet, at this moment, the eyes of this young man were filled with an unfeeling coldness, filled with boundless killing intent!

His heart once again violently twitched!

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