Nine Revolutions Star Transformation

Lin Feng’s display of power stunned everyone; to kill the Grand Elder, one of the top experts in the Demon Race, with a single move was beyond anyone’s imagination in the great hall.

Among those struck by the Grand Elder, two died and two were critically injured. The critically injured were barely hanging on, with death a possibility at any moment. The entire hall fell silent, everyone stared at Lin Feng in shock.

”Haha, are you scared by this Sect Leader? You ants are not even worthy of one move against me, and you dare to be rude to my Xuan’Er. Anyone opposing Xuan’Er becoming the Demon Lord will end up like that old fool.” Lin Feng said slowly, smiling, as if killing the Grand Elder was nothing.

”Who exactly are you? Don’t think that your strength gives you the right to act wild in my Demon Race!” Zhou Wenbin forced himself to speak to Lin Feng, suppressing the fear in his heart.

”You don’t deserve to know this Sect Leader’s name. I just want to know who else is opposing Xuan’Er. Weren’t you all righteous just now? Why are you all mute now?” Lin Feng chuckled.

”I won’t submit. What right does a human have to interfere with Demon Realm’s affairs? If you’re capable, kill everyone here.” said an elder who was with the Grand Elder.

”We also won’t submit. We won’t allow a whore like Meng Ji to become our Demon Race’s leader, even if it means death. You can kill me, and I won’t even blink.” another said.

Lin Feng glanced at the two men and said, ”Since you’re so eager to die, I will oblige.” With that, he shot out two invisible Sword Qi from his hands, instantly creating bowl-sized holes in their chests without uttering a word.

”Really pathetic, seeing dead bodies in this great hall is quite unlucky. Might as well give you a hand.” Lin Feng said, releasing several fireballs from his hands, hitting the dead bodies accurately, and reducing them to ashes within breaths.

Lin Feng’s actions once again shocked everyone. Zhou Wenbin’s face turned ashen; Meng Ji bringing back such a formidable character was unexpected. Killing was as easy as killing chickens for him; it seemed impossible for Zhou Wenbin to become the Demon Lord now.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman walked up to Meng Ji, whispering, ”Princess, who is he? How is he so powerful? Is he really your husband?”

Meng Ji thought it was time to reveal the truth. With a glance at the smug Lin Feng, she replied with a smile, ”He is indeed my husband, the strongest of the Human Race, Lin Feng, and now the Sect Leader of the Cyan Frost Sword Sect in Canglan Ancient Land. He came to the Demon Race to facilitate peace.”

”The strongest of the Human Race, Lin Feng? Sect Leader of the Cyan Frost Sword Sect?” The middle-aged woman exclaimed in shock, visibly taken aback.

”Does anyone else have objections? If not, the matter is settled, and the succession ceremony will be held tomorrow. I hope you all will attend.” Lin Feng added.

Zhou Wenbin was struggling internally. The position he had almost secured was disrupted by this young man, and the hatred in his heart for Lin Feng was indescribable. At this moment, he revealed a small green bottle, quietly removing the stopper, and approached Lin Feng, saying:

”I did not expect the young master to be the Sect Leader of the Cyan Frost Sword Sect. Xuan’Er truly has good taste for finding such an outstanding husband. As his second uncle, I am happy for him.”

Just as Lin Feng was about to respond, the Sword Spirit’s voice suddenly sounded, ”Lin Feng, be careful of the bottle in his hand. It’s the most terrifying poison in the Demon Realm, the Poison of Decay. It’s extremely dangerous, and even if you’re poisoned, it would be troublesome. It’s colorless, tasteless, and non-toxic, so Dragon Blood is ineffective, yet it can quickly age someone to death.”

Hearing this, Lin Feng was startled, and upon seeing Zhou Wenbin’s hand, he indeed saw the green bottle with the stopper removed. It seemed Zhou Wenbin intended to use it on him unnoticed. Truly despicable and shameless.

Lin Feng immediately took a step back, pulling Meng Ji and the middle-aged woman several meters away, saying, ”You are truly shameless, attempting to use the Poison of Decay on this Sect Leader. Today, you must die!”

Before anyone could react to the situation, Lin Feng’s Cyan Frost Sword appeared in his hand. A blue sword light flashed, creating a hole in Zhou Wenbin’s heart, and the poison from the bottle fell onto his body. Momentarily, Zhou Wenbin’s hair turned white, his face wrinkled, and after a brief struggle, he followed the Grand Elder to his demise.

Seeing Zhou Wenbin’s death, the people in the great hall dared not speak. Lin Feng then said, ”I’ve come to the Demon Realm to convey two things. First, from today onwards, the Demon Race and the Human Race will coexist peacefully, and no longer will humans slaughter demons on sight. This is the Human Race’s oath to the Demon Race.

Of course, members of the Demon Race shall not commit acts against nature and morality; anyone who errs will be executed without mercy. Secondly, your Demon Lord is not actually dead; he has returned to the Demon Realm and is here in this great hall.

I know there are still those among you harboring rebellious intentions. That’s fine, but if discovered, execution is immediate and absolute! It’s time for you to see the Demon Lord now.”

Lin Feng then mentally communicated with the Demon Lord’s soul within the Cyan Frost Sword. A black mist appeared and quickly transformed into a humanoid shape. Though slightly indistinct, most people could recognize it as the former Demon Lord.

Everyone in the great hall knelt before the Demon Lord, while Meng Ji rushed to his side, her tears uncontrollably falling, choking as she said, ”Father, you have suffered! It’s Xuan’Er’s fault for not rescuing you sooner!”

The Demon Lord glanced at the kneeling crowd and said, ”Everyone, rise. Now that my physical body is destroyed, I need some time in seclusion. The title of Demon Lord will temporarily pass to the Princess, and we’ll decide once I’m out of seclusion!”

”Father, Xuan’Er doesn’t want to be the Demon Lord. I just want to be with you; I think Lin Feng should take this position! He’s your son-in-law, after all. Once you’re out of seclusion, he can return the title to you.” Meng Ji stated.

Lin Feng’s face suddenly changed, a metaphorical black line quickly climbing up his forehead. The change was incredibly swift, and everyone then knelt before him, chanting, ”Long live the Demon Lord! Long live the Demon Lord!”