Chapter 2274 - 2263: Demon God Hall

"Alright." Lin Zifeng nodded; since the old fellows had invited him, he had no reason to refuse. Besides, the Holy Hall now felt different, not like the old Holy Hall, perhaps due to his absence these days, it had quietly changed.

Because of this quiet change, Lin Zifeng had a fleeting thought; he considered disbanding the Holy Hall. The Holy Hall had become increasingly large and powerful, incomparable within Huaxia.

But precisely because the Holy Hall had grown too large, people’s hearts were unstable; once he lost control, the entire Hall would be in chaos. After all, the Hall was just his personal Hall, not everyone’s.

"Haha, brother indeed is straightforward and generous." After a hearty laugh, Lin Zifeng followed the old men back to the Holy Hall’s headquarters together.

With the death of Yao Chenfeng from the Demon God Sect, it immediately triggered quite a stir; their loss of a great support left the isolated Yao Qingjiao feeling as if the sky had fallen.

Reliable sources claimed it was a mysterious person of unknown origin who killed Yao Chenfeng; likely, the Holy Hall might take this chance to retaliate. How would the Demon God Sect withstand the Holy Hall’s furious offensive then?

In just one day, Yao Chenfeng’s death panicked everyone; the rumors grew fierce, eventually causing all alliances to completely collapse.

Even figures like the Supreme Emperor emerged.

After returning to the Holy Hall headquarters and briefly explaining the situation, Lin Zifeng did not linger, opting to quietly return to the villa to check on his wife, Nangong Bing, and his child.

In the middle of the night, he crept out of the villa; after checking on his wife, he did not stay further, needing to solve all the Holy Hall’s troubles completely.

Late at night, he arrived alone at the Demon God Hall of the Demon God Sect.

At this moment, the Demon God Sect was already in turmoil; the Sect Leader Yao Chenfeng had been killed by a mysterious strong figure from the Holy Hall, a heavy blow to the sect.

The entire Demon God Sect was engulfed in sorrow.

Under the moonlight, a shadow elongated by the moon quietly walked into the Demon God Hall.

Inside the hall, Yao Chenfeng’s relics were placed in the center; at this moment, Yao Qingjiao was visibly saddened, surrounded by elders and disciples of the Demon God Sect below.

Everyone stared mournfully at the remnants left by Yao Chenfeng.

"Chenfeng, rest in peace; I swear I’ll reclaim this debt from the Holy Hall!"

"Raise your cups!"

With a clear shout, led by Yao Qingjiao, everyone raised their cups high, finally drinking it all at once, then fiercely smashing the cups held above their heads, brimming with momentum.

However... a slender figure slowly approached along the Hall.

"So many people making such a commotion for someone already gone, is it amusing?" Lin Zifeng’s voice was rough yet strongly penetrated the hall.

Everyone turned to look, seeing Lin Ziji casually entering the hall carrying a huge black sandalwood coffin on his shoulder, then dropping the coffin with a loud boom that created a large crater spreading across the solid ground.

"Who are you!" Yao Qingjiao’s eyes showed fierceness, staring at him; his intuition told him this man was here with ill intentions, especially appearing at this time.

"The one who collects your corpses." Lin Zifeng’s voice was thick and cold; following the coffin’s drop, the massive black lid slowly opened, releasing a chilling cold air from within.

"If my guess isn’t wrong, you’re that mysterious person supporting the Holy Hall, aren’t you?" Yao Qingjiao gritted his teeth, unwilling to acknowledge this fact; a person capable of killing Yao Chenfeng easily must be strong, far beyond his current ability to defeat with one move.

"Since you know, will I start the action, or do you want to finish yourselves off?" Lin Zifeng did not wish to waste words; he decided to handle Yao Qingjiao first. Leaving the Demon God Sect retained no benefits for the Holy Hall; the troublemaker Demon God Sect was the primary target, intending to annihilate them, to make an example for the Holy Hall’s opponents. Even without Lin Zifeng present, the Holy Hall is not something these people could provoke.

"I think you’re courting death!" An elder with a white scarf shouted, stepping like lightning, eyes flashing sharply, raising a hand to launch a brilliant flame, attempting to kill Lin Zifeng.

But, pitiful ant as he was, how could Lin Zifeng consider him?

Eyes flashing with cruelty, Lin Zifeng stood his ground, motionless; when the flames struck him, the surrounding air instantly felt weighty. Yet when the flames came, it seemed an impenetrable light screen surrounded him, isolating the flames without harming him.

"Bang!" The flames crashed onto the light screen around Lin Zifeng, exploding into countless tiny fireballs scattered in the sky, causing no damage.

"What!" The elder’s face changed dramatically; his dry frame trembled slightly, knowing this move contained all his power. Even if it wasn’t fatal to the opponent, it should at least inflict some damage.

"Swish~"

As the flames dispersed, Yao Qingjiao acted without hesitation, decisively striking to avenge his brother Yao Chenfeng, aware that the opponent approached intentionally, intending not to spare him. Today, it’s either the opponent dies or he does.

At this rate of death, Yao Qingjiao was desperate.

With his Supreme Holy Artifact, who could rival him?

Yet, facing the formidable master now, Yao Qingjiao faced the transformed, stronger Lin Zifeng.

Even with a Supreme Holy Artifact, it had no impact in Lin Zifeng’s hands now.

"Boom!"

The Holy Artifact wielded by Yao Qingjiao was instantly trembling wildly, crushed by Lin Zifeng’s fierce punch. Lin Zifeng then lifted his head boldly, eyes flashing with menace, a slight smile curling his lips, freeing his left hand. His fierce left hand descended like a thunderbolt toward Yao Qingjiao’s nose; facing this brutal punch, Yao Qingjiao panicked, tried to block but found no chance, not even close to matching the speed.

He could only watch helplessly as the savage Iron Fist hit his nose bone, a cracking sound resonating; his mighty frame instantly flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, then staggered up, spewing blood.

In the Demon God Hall, everyone witnessed with their own eyes how their sect’s emperor Yao Qingjiao, a generation’s Demon Emperor, was effortlessly defeated by Lin Zifeng, facing an extremely tragic fate, without even the power to resist.