Chapter 842: Blood Mist King

med from the eastern horizon.It came at an unimaginable speed and slammed heavily onto the illusory white dragon!"Boom!"The white dragon phantom vanished instantly!But the white light did not stop, an...Just as people were discussing it heatedly,

Lin Feng, Chen Beixuan, and the second senior sister also arrived at the inn's door.

All three of them were very low-key, their aura not prominent at all, like ordinary people mingling in the crowd. But even so, they were immediately recognized!

"Oh my god, the Blood Mist King is here!"

Someone in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow!"

The originally crowded crowd instantly parted to make a small path.

"Whoosh!"

All eyes turned to Lin Feng, his heart pounding in his chest.

Compared to Chen Beixuan, who is aloof and rarely appears in public, Lin Feng strikes more awe into them.

Because Lam Fung's ruthlessness is readily apparent.

All previous records showed Lin Feng's brutal nature. Once he made a move, there was no survival; either death or serious injury, at most becoming a bloody mist.

The key is,

No matter how cruel and dangerous the circumstances may be,

Lam Fung always manages to turn danger into safety, and he breaks free from his cocoon, sweeping aside all enemies. How can such a young supreme being with both formidable luck and strength not be feared and respected

"Little junior brother, why do they call you the Blood Mist King"

Second Senior Sister said in a low voice.

"Wow, Blood Mist King, quite a title! My master back then had a similar one. He was called 'Headshot King'! All because he loved giving people headshots."

Xiao Ta's teasing voice also rang in Lin Feng's mind.

Lin Feng was speechless.

What in the world

He randomly grabbed a middle-aged man on the street, ready to ask him where he heard that title from.

Who would have thought that a middle-aged man would be so frightened that he knelt down, trembling in terror:

"Don't shoot me in a blood mist, don't shoot me in a blood mist!"

"Poof!"

Second Sister couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.

Lin Feng was speechless. He gently lifted the middle-aged man up and said:

"Actually, I'm a pretty easygoing person. As long as you don't provoke me, I won't lay a finger on you!"

It's obvious, it's obvious! Blood Mist King senior looks like a kind and gentle person...

The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and put on a flattering smile.

What do you think

Lin Feng scanned his surroundings.

He felt it was necessary to change the impression he had on others, otherwise, wherever he went, everyone would look at him like he was a ghost. That would be so annoying!

"Makes sense, makes sense!"

Those around immediately broke into sheepish smiles.

"Actually, we are all members of the Human race and should unite. In the future, if the two worlds become connected, we should join forces to deal with those Divine races…"

Lin Feng sighed.

As soon as these words were spoken,

All around, people were stunned and looked dazed.

Since the ancient cataclysm, they migrated to the spirit realm, and the term "Divine Race" became distant from them, so distant that many people born in modern times have never heard of the Divine Race!

"Lin Xiaoyou is right! We are all human beings, and we should unite!"

Just then,

A loud voice echoed from within the inn.

A middle-aged man in a yellow robe, with an imposing presence without anger, strode out from the crowd and came before Lin Feng and Chen Beixuan.

Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man in yellow robes, without replying.

This person's strength is no worse than the previous Moonlit Sword God, and beside him are Wei Zixu who treats him with utmost respect. He must be a powerful figure from the Zhèn Sect, and his status should even surpass that of Wei Zixu's master.

"Greetings, Senior Bei Xuan!"

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe then turned his gaze to Chen Beixuan and said with a clasped fist.

Chen Beixuan nodded slightly, as if giving a greeting.

"This is my Sect's Deputy Sect Master—Lu Ning."

Wei Zixu introduced from the side.

As soon as these words were spoken,

All eyes in the room shifted nervously.

This banquet is indeed extraordinary, even the Deputy Sect Master of Zhènzōng sect is here in person!

As far as he knew,

Lu Ning was a rare master of formations in the world. He created his own field domain, and with a single thought, he could use heaven and earth as the basis to lay out an astonishingly powerful formation. His strength was immeasurable.

"Oh, it's Senior Lu!"

Lin Feng cupped his fist and said.

"Senior, I don't dare to accept such a title. Young friend Lin, your current strength is already no weaker than mine. You should be considered my peer. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Lu!"

Lu Ning responded with a smile.

From the moment he appeared, he kept sizing up Lin Feng, and as a result, he discovered that Lin Feng's true strength was unfathomable, yet somewhat different from the rumors.

It is rumored that Lam Fung considers himself superior, looks down on others, and is cold and ruthless. However, upon seeing him now, he seems rather gentle and not like a demon at all.

"Everyone's waiting! Let's just go in and say it..."

Lu Ning made a slight gesture with his hand and took a step back, following Lin Feng and the others towards the inn.

A few people entered the inn's hall,

The hall, which was still filled with some noise, fell silent in an instant.

There were dozens of people present, each a tribulation old monster. Among them, there were even peak tribulation experts. At this moment, all eyes were on Lin Feng and Chen Beixuan.

"Here you go!"

Chen Beixuan transmitted a sentence to Lin Feng,

Ignoring the gazes of everyone around him, he found a place to sit by himself. The second senior sister had never seen such an imposing manner before and felt quite nervous. She followed Chen Beixuan closely and sat beside him.

But under Lu Ning's leadership,

Lin Feng went straight to a table at the front of the hall and sat down.

Only five people were seated at this table.

An old man in a black robe, with white hair reaching his shoulders, a withered face, and an aura of decay all around him.

Zhang Xi, who had previously escaped, was sitting next to the elder, with an upright posture!

A venerable old monk, dressed in robes, with a solemn and austere countenance, rarely spoke.

The venerable ancient monk whom one had seen before sat beside the old master, his countenance serene...

And there is also the famed Moonlit Sword God!the usual approach doesn't work, alternative methods should be employed."The Central Asian region, where powerhouses from all over the world gather, is far more dangerous and chaotic than domestic aff...