Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 1296 - 1294: Demolish It

What’s even more unbelievable is that in the blink of an eye, Lin Feng’s Seven-Colored Gang Qi blade shattered Park Yufeng’s hundred-meter-long green Sword Gang, then flew toward Park Yufeng, who was falling. Park Yufeng was so startled that he nearly fainted. He had never imagined his ultimate move, the Tri-Element Extermination Slash, could be so effortlessly countered by Lin Feng. His thoughts raced: how was this possible? Lin Feng looked so young; how could he possess such terrifying power!

But there was no time to ponder further. Lin Feng’s Seven-Colored Gang Qi was about to strike him. Acting on sheer instinct, Park Yufeng rapidly struck to his left with his palms, channeling series of punches into the empty air. Using the recoil force, he narrowly escaped Lin Feng’s Seven-Colored Gang Qi, which grazed past him, sending shivers down his spine. Cold sweat poured as he realized that if his reaction had been just a second slower, he would have been heavily injured if not worse!

Just as he was still reeling in fear, Lin Feng’s voice rang out again.

"You’ve had your turn. Now it’s mine. Relax, I’ll only hit you with a single palm." Lin Feng said calmly as he looked at Park Yufeng, who had landed, his tone indifferent. After speaking, his hand began to rise, signaling he was ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing Lin Feng prepare to attack, Park Yufeng nearly passed out from sheer panic. His ultimate move had been effortlessly broken by Lin Feng, who then countered with overwhelming pressure—proof enough that Lin Feng’s power far surpassed his own. If Lin Feng acted against him, there was no way he could defend himself!

Understanding the severity of the situation, Park Yufeng didn’t hesitate for a second. Activating his Secret Technique, he transformed into a streak of green light, speeding away. He now lacked even the courage to face Lin Feng, focused only on escaping. Yet, as he fled, his thoughts remained plagued: how could someone so young like Lin Feng possess such monstrous strength? To think he came here planning to avenge his grandson, killing Lin Feng and the Old Monster—this was nothing short of seeking his own death!

He grew increasingly resentful as he fled, wishing he could choke the informant who had led him here. Lin Feng wasn’t relying on the Old Monster at all; it was clearly the opposite—the Old Monster was relying on Lin Feng! If he had known how powerful Lin Feng was, he wouldn’t have dared step into Huaxia even if his life depended on it!

The more he thought, the more frustrated he became. Trying to outspeed Lin Feng, Park Yufeng continued accelerating, his figure moving so fast he seemed to meld into the night like a phantom, utterly disappearing into the darkness.

"Watch over the household while I head to South Korea," Lin Feng said, turning to the Old Monster as he saw Park Yufeng fleeing. Lin Feng had deliberately let him escape, planning to use Park Yufeng as a guide to his targets rather than prematurely killing him. Only after settling scores with the Haotian Sect would Lin Feng fully deal with him.

Having instructed the Old Monster, Lin Feng immediately set off, vanishing from his original location. Entering the airport unnoticed by Park Yufeng, Lin Feng stealthily boarded the same flight. Even as the plane ascended into the skies, Park Yufeng remained oblivious to Lin Feng’s presence aboard.

By the time the plane landed at Seoul Airport in South Korea, the horizon had begun to glow with streaks of dawn. Exiting the aircraft, Park Yufeng quickly got into a car arranged by the Haotian Sect’s reception team, heading straight for Haotian Mountain—the sect’s base. His mind was racing, desperate to inform the Sect Leader about what had happened in Tianhai and decide how to address Lin Feng.

The vehicle roared forward with impressive speed, and after nearly three hours, it stopped at the foot of Haotian Mountain. Upon exiting the car, Park Yufeng’s figure blurred, transforming into a shadow and dashing toward the mountain valley. There, he arrived at a massive stele and pressed his hand against its surface. As he infused Gang Qi, a halo emerged from the edge of the stele, which he swiftly entered...

As Park Yufeng disappeared, Lin Feng silently appeared at the same location, staring at the colossal stele before him. A sly smile spread across his face. Following Park Zefeng’s exact actions, Lin Feng repeated the same sequence, vanishing into the halo in turn.

What surprised Lin Feng, however, was that upon entering Haotian Sect’s pocket dimension, he found himself on a bustling plaza. Surrounding him were numerous Haotian Sect members, busy training. The moment they noticed Lin Feng’s presence, everyone froze, dumbfounded—none of them had anticipated anyone would suddenly appear there.

Among them, Cui Jinhao was the first to react. He had long harbored desires to kill Lin Feng, and now Lin Feng had conveniently handed himself over on a silver platter by intruding into their territory. This was a gift from the heavens. Sneering arrogantly, Cui Jinhao exclaimed in a lofty tone, "Lin Feng! How dare you step into Haotian Sect—do you have a death wish? Today, I’ll make sure you understand: I am not the person I used to be. In front of you, I am a god!"

In Cui Jinhao’s mind, breaking through to the Infinitesimal Realm’s middle stage had elevated him far beyond the comprehension of anyone from the Secular World. With his current strength, defeating Lin Feng would be a simple matter.

"You?" Lin Feng glanced at Cui Jinhao and asked faintly. Based on Cui Jinhao’s current abilities, he dared compare himself to a god? Lin Feng couldn’t help but notice how thick Cui Jinhao’s face had become.

"I’ll kill you!" enraged by Lin Feng’s retort, Cui Jinhao bellowed, his fury exploding into action as he charged at Lin Feng. Without hesitation, Cui Jinhao unleashed his Gang Qi, which surged out dramatically. In an instant, a dense, green Gang Qi sword materialized, and his figure darted toward Lin Feng like a thunderbolt!

It must be said that Cui Jinhao’s sudden attack demonstrated impressive speed—a seamless transition from words to action. His movements advanced so rapidly they blurred, transforming him into a glowing blade streaking through the space toward Lin Feng. At such velocity, it seemed as though the air itself might be torn apart as he closed in on his target in milliseconds!

"Get lost!"

Seeing Cui Jinhao make the first move, Lin Feng, already displeased, decisively swung his wrist. A thick blast of Seven-Colored Gang Qi shot forth like a cannonball, propelled with such ferocity that Cui Jinhao had no time to dodge!

"Boom!"

In an instant, the explosion reverberated like thunder across the plaza. The overwhelming shockwave rippled outward. Struck by Lin Feng’s Seven-Colored Gang Qi, Cui Jinhao spewed blood mid-air before crashing into the crowd gathered at the plaza’s edge. Everyone froze in stunned disbelief. How could a young man who appeared to be under twenty wield such extraordinary power...?

This... This was impossible!

Rendered speechless by the outcome, Cui Jinhao stared at Lin Feng with shattered confidence, unable to articulate his thoughts. Not long ago, he had been overflowing with confidence, sure his newfound strength could easily crush Lin Feng. After all, he considered himself one of the strongest beings in the Secular World—a peerless master unrivaled by anyone. Yet now, he had fallen before Lin Feng’s raw power in a single strike. The reality was devastating, as if he had been hurled down from his divine pedestal.

What in the world had happened to Lin Feng? How had he become so formidable? And to think, he had failed to sense it sooner!

Cui Jinhao sat in a profound daze, utterly unable to comprehend Lin Feng’s terrifying strength. Based on Lin Feng’s youthful appearance—barely twenty—he had crushed an Infinitesimal Realm middle-stage expert like Cui Jinhao within moments. That could only mean Lin Feng himself had at least reached the Infinitesimal Realm’s late stage, if not the Divine Change Realm. Such feats were otherwise inconceivable.

As this thought emerged, Cui Jinhao felt utterly defeated. He concluded Lin Feng was no less than a super-mutant—a monstrous existence with unparalleled talent and maddeningly profound abilities. How could the heavens permit someone as utterly overwhelming as Lin Feng? Compared to him, Cui Jinhao himself amounted to nothing but a speck of dust, driving him into despair.

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

"Fifth Senior Brother!"

...

At this moment, the others on the plaza rushed to Cui Jinhao’s side, deeply concerned about his condition. Yet, truthfully, they were using this distraction to distance themselves from Lin Feng. Cui Jinhao, with his Infinitesimal Realm middle-stage prowess, had been defeated in a single move. What hope could they, being far weaker, possibly harbor against Lin Feng? Retreating to the farthest points in haste was their only option.

Following the explosion, two gray figures shot forth from the distance—they were Haotian Sect’s sect leader Li Hongjun and the Great Elder Park Yufeng. The two had just met moments ago, barely exchanging words before the deafening blast compelled them to rush toward its source, eager to uncover what had transpired.

"Lin Feng! W-what are you doing here?!" Park Yufeng stammered, stunned to see Lin Feng. Previously, he hadn’t realized Lin Feng had been trailing him. He couldn’t fathom why Lin Feng had followed him to Haotian Sect—did Lin Feng intend to annihilate their entire sect?

"So, you’re Lin Feng?" Li Hongjun, upon hearing Park Yufeng’s words, finally understood that the young man before him was none other than Lin Feng. Curiosity gripped him, wondering why Lin Feng had suddenly appeared at Haotian Sect. Moments earlier, he had barely spoken to Park Yufeng, yet Lin Feng had already rendered Cui Jinhao gravely injured. What was Lin Feng’s objective in coming here?

"I am Lin Feng, and the reason I’m here is simple—to dismantle this pocket dimension." Lin Feng replied casually. He came to destroy this realm entirely, intending to use its resources to construct one for Tianhai. His words were straightforward and without pretense.

"What? You want to destroy our dimension? Who do you think you are? Do you think Haotian Sect is made of clay, to be toyed with as you please?" Li Hongjun responded icily. The Haotian Sect had existed for over a thousand years, firmly rooted in history, and here Lin Feng was, claiming he would obliterate its dimension? Such lunacy was insufferable!

"It’s not complicated. If I say I’ll dismantle it, I will." Lin Feng remarked indifferently, his tone unwavering as he stared at Li Hongjun. This dimension was relatively small—merely a few dozen square kilometers. Tearing it apart would be child’s play for Lin Feng.