The Prodigies War
Chapter 1429: Servant of Nightmare

PA!

The slap was so loud and clear that everyone nearby trembled and winced.

Then, they saw Zhao Jingfeng, who was aggressively approaching, getting slapped in the face and sent flying once again.

This time, he smashed into one of the stone pillars of the building. His head became as red and swollen as a pig’s head with blood streaming down his mouth and nose. His appearance looked so miserable and horrible that he was beyond recognizable.

Si—!

Many people gasped, aghast at the sight.

Qin Feiyu and the others were equally horrified, and the corners of their lips twitched uncontrollably.

Seventh Prince Zhao Jingfeng was an exceptionally fierce and ruthless man, possessing the strength of the seventh longevity tribulation stage. He was ranked in the top five among everyone in the empire camp!

But, he was slapped out twice in a row, and the slaps were so loud that it induced terror in everyone.

Most frighteningly, his opponent maintained a calm and indifferent attitude from the beginning to the end. Clearly, he had never needed to bring out his real power at all.

This undoubtedly proved that the opponent was remarkably strong, not just ordinarily strong!

Even Ning Meng and Ye Xiaoqi felt their heads spin, and their visions blur. They both knew how strong Seventh Prince Zhao Jingfeng was.

But he was nothing special in front of Lin Xun.

“Let’s go, I’m worried that Li Duxing is being harmed!” Ning Meng suddenly shouted.

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes and stormed into the main hall without thinking twice. Before arriving here, he had already spread his spirit sense across the area and had a panoramic view of everything that was happening.

He immediately knew something was wrong just by the anxious look on Ning Meng’s face.

Lin Xun shot a glance at Qin Feiyu and the others who were still blocking the entrance into the hall and spat out, “Get lost!”

It was just two words but when it fell in the ears of Qin Feiyu and the others, it felt like a clap of thunder exploding in the bottom of their hearts, shaking their spirit and body. It was so agonizing and unbearable that they saw stars and almost coughed up blood.

Instinctively, they stumbled out of the way.

By the time that Qin Feiyu and the others regained their senses, Lin Xun had already entered the hall with Ning Meng and Ye Xiaoqi.

Their faces alternated between frustration, anger, fear and terror, and none of them felt good.

That guy…who is he?

The others were trembling inwardly. They did not expect that Lin Xun would be so powerful.

Thud!

Zhao Jingfeng’s body fell limply to the ground after slamming into the stone pillar.

He was clearly knocked unconscious, but he hissed through gritted teeth, “It doesn’t matter who he is, I’m going to kill him, I must kill him!”

There was a period of silence.

Someone couldn’t help but remind him, “Seventh Prince, that person is most likely Lin Xun.”

Lin Xun?

Qin Feiyu and the others were taken aback.

“I already said, it doesn’t matter who he is, I must...”

Zhao Jingfeng’s face was contorted in a menacing and sinister expression, but halfway through his words, he seemed to realize something. “Did you say that he’s Lin Xun? The head of the Mind Cleansing Peak’s Lin Clan whose name resounded through the capital?”

Quite a few people nodded.

Qin Feiyu and the others finally recovered from their dazed state, and their expressions changed one after another. “That’s impossible. Didn’t he go to the Ancient Wasteland Domain more than ten years ago?”

Yes, how could Lin Xun appear here?

The others were just as perplexed. It should be noted that the passage into Blood Kill Battlefield had been closed off for more than ten years so no one should be able to enter.

How did Lin Xun come here?

“Turns out to be him…argh!!” Zhao Jingfeng’s rage-filled voice was hoarse and low like it was being forced out of his throat.

It was the greatest shame and humiliation for him to be slapped twice by Lin Xun in front of everyone. Moreover, he was beaten to such a tragic state.

“This is bad!” His expression dramatically changed as he remembered something. “Quick, stop them, don’t let them ruin Second Elder Brother’s plan!” he roared.

Qin Feiyu and the others looked visibly confused. Isn’t Second Prince Zhao Jinglin helping Li Duxing treat his injuries?

Although confused, they did not dare to disobey the order and rushed into the hall.

The remaining people glanced at one another, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

……

In a securely-closed room in the depths of the hall, Li Duxing lay motionless on the bed, his originally deathly pale face flushed and hot.

Buzz!

Thirteen bizarre emerald bells rotated as they floated around the bed, producing a chilling halo of emerald-green light.

Zhao Jinglin was dressed in a bright yellow imperial robe, and his fair and handsome face glowed an eerie green hue under the light.

He calmly looked at Li Duxing who was unconscious on the bed and said, “Don’t worry, I guarantee I will help you recover, and it won’t affect your cultivation. I promise that you can participate in the Dao Observation Mountain contest in two years.”

As he spoke, he folded his hands in a hand seal.

Buzz—

The thirteen green bells suddenly swayed side to side, releasing waves of green light that drowned Li Duxing on the bed like a river.

Boom!

But at the same time, the tightly closed door blasted open, and Lin Xun appeared. When he saw the peculiar scene, he couldn’t help from frowning.

“Who let you in?! Get out!” Zhao Jinglin bellowed and his face darkened, but he did not stop what he was doing.

Lin Xun snorted coldly and flicked his hand, sending forth a wave of dao light like a gust of violent wind. The thirteen emerald-green bells suspended in midair suddenly made a popping sound, tottering like they were about to collapse.

“Do you want to die?!” Zhao Jinglin’s face turned overcast, and he aimed a palm strike straight at Lin Xun.

“First, you should kneel!” Lin Xun stepped forward, making no attempt to dodge the attack, and he similarly thrust his palm forward.

Without any visible collision, the power of Zhao Jinglin’s palm strike was extinguished like a candle blown out by the wind, and then he was forced onto his knees.

Bang!

Zhao Jinglin dropped to his knees, causing the building to rock violently. Instantly, his eyes reddened and were about to burst with anger. “Who are you? How dare you break into here and then use violence? Aren’t you afraid of death?”

Lin Xun simply ignored his threats. With a raise of his hand, he grabbed all thirteen emerald-green bells. After studying them for a moment, an eerie cold and forbidding aura hit his face. He narrowed his black eyes. What sort of treasures are these? Why is their power so sinister?

Boom!

With that thought, he started to glow, and he raised his hand to imprison all the bells. He turned to look at Zhao Jinglin on the ground. “Tell me, what are you trying to do?”

“Idiot, are you blind? Do you not see that I am treating Li Duxing’s injuries?” Zhao Jinglin roared like he was being wronged.

Lin Xun sneered, and an unfathomable look appeared in his eyes. “I gave you a chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. In that case, don’t blame me.”

Zhao Jinglin’s face blanched, as if he had a bad feeling. He struggled to his feet and roared, “What are you doing? This is the core of the empire’s camp, and I am Zhao Jinglin, the second prince of the imperial...”

Halfway through his words, his voice was interrupted by the terrifying power of Lin Xun’s palm.

“Do you dare?!” Zhao Jinglin seemed to have gone completely berserk. A scarlet-red eye suddenly surfaced on his forehead, like the eye of an ancient monster god, emitting eerie scarlet-red light. Scenes of destruction such as gods howling and the sun and moon sinking seemed to be reflected in the scarlet-red eye.

Even given Lin Xun’s present spirit power, he felt his heart throbbing at the sight of it and an ice-cold feeling of terror enveloped him.

“Master, that’s the Blood Eye of Nightmare. It is extremely wicked and evil. Let me deal with it!” Little Silver rushed out.

Shua!

A near imperceptible sword flew out of Little Silver’s hand and flashed in midair.

With a pop, silvery light exploded and the eerie scarlet eye had been pierced by a streak of sword qi, shooting out a jet of black, rotten blood.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jinglin unleashed an agonizing roar as if he also suffered from the impact. His body cracked inch by inch, his skin and flesh peeled off in sheets, and his blood and bones dropped to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a living person, a cultivator of the longevity tribulation stage, turned into a pool of blood!

Lin Xun’s expression tensed, and his heart trembled fiercely. He was aghast by the bizarre scene.

“Where are you running?!” Little Silver darted forward, armed with a sword. His extremely handsome face was cold and resolute.

“Hmph!”

A cold snort escaped from the pierced scarlet-red eye, as if it was enraged, and it turned around to flee.

But no matter how fast it was, it could not compete with the speed of Little Silver’s sword. Instantly, the scarlet eye was severed into two and ruptured in the void.

However, strangely, although the scarlet eye had been destroyed, a chilling and faint voice still echoed, “Some gazes will never fade. No matter where you are or what you are doing, I can see it. You will die sooner or later!”

The voice gradually faded to silence.

“Master, that’s the means of the Nightmare Spirit Clan. That clan is most skilled in using spirit arts to invade and control others' minds. People controlled by them are called Servants of Nightmare, but in fact they have long been stripped of their lives.”

Little Silver frowned seriously, “Clearly, an expert of the Nightmare Spirit Clan has long taken over Zhao Jinglin’s body, and he has become a Servant of Nightmare. Even Saints would find it very difficult to notice unless they investigated the victim very carefully.”

As Lin Xun looked at the pool of blood on the ground, various expressions flickered across his face, then he asked, “Then what are those bells for?”

Little Silver glanced at them and answered directly, “To seize spirits! Those are Bells of Nightmare that can silently invade the mind, control it, and turn people into Servants of Nightmares.”

A chill ran down Lin Xun’s spine. He was glad that he had come in time. Otherwise, Li Duxing would have met with an unfortunate end!

“Damn it, so that means the second prince was no longer the second prince? I knew something was wrong, and it turns out that something was indeed wrong!” Ning Meng gnashed his teeth when he understood everything.

“Do you know about the Nightmare Spirit Clan?” asked Lin Xun.

Ning Meng shook his head. “I’ve never heard of it before, but I have a feeling they belong to the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races. They have a lot of powerful experts from different clans and races, even some we might not have heard of.”

Lin Xun narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself. The contest on Dao Observation Mountain will happen in two years. It will be between the empire camp and the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races. But now, not only has Second Prince Zhao Jinglin been killed, but Li Duxing is also severely wounded. The one who would benefit the most from these incidents is undoubtedly the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races.

At that moment, Qin Feiyu and the others came over in a hurry, but they were petrified when they saw the scene in the room.

Especially when they saw the pool of blood on the ground. Their expressions immediately changed, and they sputtered in anger, “Did you actually kill the second prince?!”