Peerless Martial God 2

Zhi Zechen stood on top of an unknown mountain peak and looked at the white-robed old man in front of him with a respectful expression. His tone of voice was also very respectful.    

The old man in white stood in front with his hands behind his back, his robe fluttering in the wind, making him look exceptionally valiant and domineering. The old man frowned slightly when he heard Zhi Zechen's question. He turned around and looked at Zhi Zechen, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't interfere in this matter. The other party's background is not something you can imagine. It's better not to mess with him."    

"But, master, don't you admire Lin Feng?" Zhi Zechen looked at the old man with a puzzled expression. He was very surprised in his heart. He would never have thought that the Void Ancestor would say such a thing.    

"I do admire Lin Feng, and I am also the one who ordered your senior brother, Senior Shi, to bring him in from a distant dimension on the ninth day of the first month. I wanted him to teach me his skills, but..."    

At this point, Void Ancestor's face suddenly turned ugly, as if he was unwilling but helpless. No one could understand what Void Ancestor was thinking at this moment.    

Zhi Zechen had never seen the master show such a hesitant expression before. In the past, the master had always been indifferent to everything and cultivated the power of the Great Dao without any details. But now, it was difficult for Zhi Zechen to understand what had happened to the Void Ancestor.    

"All right, don't ask anymore. There are too many complications in this matter. Lin Feng, we don't need to worry about it. If he can survive, he will be lucky. If he can't survive, then he will be destroyed."    

Void Ancestor waved his hand and then said this to Zhi Zechen. The latter's face was filled with surprise, and he opened his eyes wide, not knowing what to say. After a long while, Zhi Zechen slowly nodded his head. Since Void Ancestor had said so, he could only obey, but he could imagine how dangerous it was. Even a dignified Middle-Grade Divine Sovereign couldn't help but retreat, not caring about the future heir he supported...    

Zhi Zechen left the mountain, but the white robed Void Ancestor still stood there. He didn't say anything, but when he looked around, he could feel that this was not the territory of the San Kingdom, because no matter if it was the degree of prosperity or the density of vitality, it was much more than the San Kingdom.    

The Void Ancestor did not care about Lin Feng's crisis this time. Zhi Zechen finally understood that unless Lin Feng had the ability to save himself, he would not be able to pass through this crisis. Zhi Zechen sighed. A good junior, a person who had developed from a small world at the bottom, was going to be destroyed by the Eternity Kingdom just like that. It was a pity.    

However, Zhi Zechen could also understand this situation, because in the Eternity Kingdom, there were too many of these situations, and there were simply too many to count. Countless geniuses had been destroyed for a long time.    

Zhi Zechen could smell the tense atmosphere in the air. It was hard for him to imagine what would happen to Lin Feng in the next period of time. He did not want to hear the bad news that Lin Feng had fallen in the dungeon of the Imperial Palace of the San Kingdom.    

"That's all we can do. What else can we do?" Zhi Zechen sighed helplessly, his face revealing a trace of bitterness. If three High-Grade Divine Sovereigns wanted Lin Feng to die, then Lin Feng would not be able to live. This was the attitude of the strong towards the weak. The weak could not be changed. This was because the weak did not have the strength.    

The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. Lin Feng, you should be able to feel it now, right?    

The Imperial Palace of the San Kingdom, the dungeon, the cold and damp environment, had countless evil people, but in the last dungeon, even these evil people had to be respectful, for no other reason than that the prisoner in this dungeon had killed a high and mighty state religion.    

Lin Feng sat in the dungeon, surrounded by rotten weeds and congealed blood. However, Lin Feng ignored them. The only thing that Lin Feng was unwilling to do was to go from being the champion of the San Country Competition to being a prisoner. Furthermore, he could not control what would happen in the future, which made Lin Feng worried.    

Lin Feng was not stupid. He could guess that someone was definitely targeting him. Moreover, such a person was definitely someone that even the Country Lord of the San Kingdom could not afford to offend. Otherwise, how could a dignified High-Grade Divine Sovereign lock him up in the dungeon? As for the grudge between him and the Country Lord of the San Kingdom, it was absolutely impossible for them to have any grudges.    

However, Lin Feng was a person who held grudges. Since the Country Lord of the San Kingdom had submitted to those people, it meant that he was his enemy, and Lin Feng would never be soft-hearted to his enemy. Lin Feng had thought that if he had the chance to leave this place and become stronger, he would settle this debt.    

"Here you go."    

At this moment, a disciple carrying food appeared in the corridor. This disciple stood in front of Lin Feng's dungeon with the rice in his hands and threw the rice bowl on the ground. The rice spilled on the ground and gave off a musty smell. The disciple stood up and prepared to leave.    

"Pick up the rice for me."    

Lin Feng lowered his head and did not look at the disciple, but there was a trace of dignity in his tone. When the disciple heard such a cold shout, his face couldn't help but turn pale. He turned around and looked at Lin Feng. Only then did he remember that it was this devil who had killed the Orthodoxy yesterday.    

"You, don't be arrogant. I'm not afraid of you." The disciple forced himself to calm down and shouted at Lin Feng. After that, he glared at Lin Feng coldly and prepared to leave the dungeon. He did not want to stay here any longer, nor did he want to face this devil.    

He took a step forward, only to find that he was frozen in place, unable to move more than half a meter away. He panicked and glanced at Lin Feng. When he saw Lin Feng's bloodthirsty gaze looking at him, he was immediately frightened.    

"I told you, pick up the meal." Lin Feng looked at the man expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a dead man.    

The man's face was deathly pale. He was used to being arrogant, so he had a natural sense of superiority towards these prisoners. Because they could casually insult and ridicule these evil people, they could not come out and gave him an unprecedented confidence. But he had forgotten that the Black-Robe Man in front of him was not someone he could afford to offend.    

The champion of the San Country Competition - how famous was he? He was countless times more arrogant than the Seven Laws of the San Kingdom. How could he provoke such a person in such a muddle-headed manner?    

The man felt some regret. He looked at Lin Feng with a pleading expression, hoping that Lin Feng would let him out of the dungeon. However, Lin Feng was indifferent. He just looked at the bowl of rice that was scattered on the ground and clearly told the man that if he didn't pick up the bowl of rice today, he wouldn't have to go back.    

Gritting his teeth, the man finally could not hold back Lin Feng's bloodthirsty aura. He walked to the iron window with his head lowered, squatted down, and used his hands to pick up the rice grains one by one. In the end, there was not a single drop of rice left on the ground, and the rice bowls were also filled.    

"Can I leave now?" The man was overjoyed. He looked up at Lin Feng and asked with a face full of desire.    

Lin Feng sneered. He then pointed to the bowl and shouted in a deep voice, "Eat this bowl of rice and leave."    

"You, don't go too far. I..." When the man heard Lin Feng's words, his expression immediately changed. After that, his eyes were filled with anger and malevolence. However, Lin Feng did not have time to listen to his nonsense. He immediately shouted coldly, "If you don't eat it, you don't have to leave the dungeon."    

Lin Feng's words were simple and indifferent. Although there was no harsh tone, the man's body was trembling with fear. Perhaps he was angry, or perhaps he was afraid of Lin Feng's terror.    

He looked at the bowl of rice on the ground, which already had a musty smell. Even dogs didn't eat this kind of rice. How was it possible for him to eat it?    

"Eat, give it to me. Haha, you beast, you have such a day. Eat it!"    

"Eat this dinner for me. Haha, usually, you use this kind of food to make things difficult for us, but if we don't eat it, you will beat us. Haha, you have such a day too?"    

"What? Are you sick? Do you feel the same way? You feed us this every day! Have you ever thought that one day, you will also have such a meal?"    

Lin Feng's difficulties with the man had attracted the support of the other prisoners in the imperial prison. Almost all the prisoners who could still speak were lying in front of the iron window, coldly roaring at the man, their faces filled with malevolence and distortions.    

They had been bullied by this man for so many years, and now they could finally wash away their shame and let this man have a taste of what it was like to have a moldy meal that dogs didn't even eat.    

The man turned pale with fright. He looked at the food on the floor and wanted to throw up. Others might not know him, but he knew very well that he had 'specially' prepared the food for these prisoners, which contained his urine, which, after being exposed to the sun, was fermented and distributed to these prisoners.    

He just wanted to tease these prisoners because he had always thought that they were not human. No, they were worse than animals. If they were worse than animals, why should he give them good food?    

The man looked at the rice bowl and finally raised his head to look at Lin Feng with a pleading expression. He was so close to kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to his grandfather, but Lin Feng remained unmoved. The man also knew that if he did not eat dinner today, he might very well be the next to die.    

Gritting his teeth, he cursed Lin Feng countless times in his heart before grabbing the bowl tightly. He ate the bowl of rotten rice in big mouthfuls. Enduring the disgust that came out of his stomach, he ran out of the imperial prison with large strides. Behind him were the cheers of the prisoners.    

"Oh. Haha. Long live the boss. Long live the boss!"    

"Haha. Boss, we are working for you!"    

"Boss, you have the final say in the future."