Fall: Rebirth

While everyone was talking, Li Feng and the new disciples of the God of Wind and the God of Thunder happened to walk outside the wall of the Temple of Death.

The three of them walked side by side, their steps seemed a little hurried, and they kept muttering something under their breath.

I only heard the Wind God Mingzhen whispered: "I don't know what big thing happened that caused my master to rush to the meeting hall early in the morning."

Lei Shen's disciple Xing Jin quickly nodded in agreement: "That's right! My master also went out this morning. I guess he had something important to discuss."

The conversation between the two attracted the attention of Ling Han and others inside the wall. They all stopped talking and looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces. However, they did not speak, but just stood there quietly and continued to listen to the conversation between the two.

"If you ask me, things seem to be a bit uneasy lately, with all kinds of strange things happening frequently." Mingzhen frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in her tone.

"Yes, last time it was an evil spirit that escaped, and who knows what kind of situation will arise this time." Xing Jin also frowned and echoed Ming Zhen's words.

“Speaking of that evil spirit, it’s really terrifying. It is said that the God of Death is still in the underworld dealing with this matter and has not returned yet. Sigh, Ling Han is so pitiful. He has only seen his master twice since he entered the God Realm.” Ming Zhen couldn’t help but flash a trace of sympathy in her eyes.

"What are you pitying?" Xing Jin rolled his eyes at Ming Zhen and retorted, "The Goddess of Death is famous for being a loner. She has always been alone and never accepted any disciples. If the Ancestral God hadn't forced her to do so, she wouldn't have accepted any disciples. Maybe she is feeling angry because of the Ancestral God's coercion, so it's possible that she is taking this opportunity to hide in the underworld and not come back."

Hearing what Xing Jin said outside the wall, Chu Heng and Xi Er inside the wall couldn't help but turn their heads to look at Ling Han.

Sure enough, Ling Han's face became increasingly gloomy at this moment, and his fists unconsciously clenched a little tighter.

"Okay, stop guessing about other people's affairs!" Li Feng suddenly stopped with a solemn look on his face, turned around and glared at Xing Jin, scolding him in a stern tone.

"What I said was not wrong. How can you say it was just a random guess?" Xing Jin did not seem to realize that Li Feng was angry. He still stopped and looked straight at Li Feng, mumbling to himself, "And I heard that Ling Han is not well-received in the Golden Dragon Clan..."

However, before Xing Jin could finish his words, he felt a flash of cold light suddenly flash before his eyes. Then, a sharp sword energy rushed towards him like lightning.

Fortunately, Li Feng reacted quickly, and he pulled Xing Jin into his arms and dodged to the side, thus narrowly avoiding the attack.

Li Feng turned his head with sharp eyes, and saw Ling Xuan walking slowly towards him with a gloomy face. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to carry endless pressure.

"Ling Xuan, what do you mean?" Xing Jin was furious. He broke free from Li Feng's restraints and asked loudly at Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan walked closer, looked at Xing Jin expressionlessly, and responded coldly: "When did you get to say anything about my Golden Dragon Clan's affairs?"

"Was there anything wrong with what I said? Don't think I don't know..." Xing Jin was obviously angered by Ling Xuan's attitude. He tried to refute, but before he could finish his words, Li Feng stopped him.

Li Feng shook his head gently towards Xing Jin, signaling him to calm down, and then he said, "Okay, both of you should say less."

Ling Xuan just glanced at Li Feng indifferently and didn't say anything, but his cold eyes remained unchanged.

Xing Jin struggled to break free from Li Feng's hand, and shouted in an unhappy tone, "Li Feng, what's wrong with you today? You are usually very angry! Why are you so silent today? Are you scared?"

"Okay, okay, just say less." Mingzhen couldn't bear it anymore, so she walked up and grabbed Xingjin, trying to stop him from continuing.

However, Xing Jin did not listen to Ming Zhen's advice. Instead, he struggled to break free from Ming Zhen's hand again, turned to face Ling Xuan, and said provocatively: "What's the matter? Who are you standing here to protect? Since the first day we entered the God Realm, the God of Death threw Ling Han to the Qingli God, and she has not returned yet. Maybe in her heart, she also dislikes Ling Han like your mother."

After Xing Jin finished speaking, a smug smile appeared on his face, as if he had done something remarkable. He seemed to be completely unaware that his words had angered Ling Xuan.

Ling Xuan glanced at Xing Jin with extremely cold eyes and his face became gloomy. He raised his hand and prepared to summon his sword again.

However, at this moment, an extremely powerful force suddenly overwhelmed Xing Jin. Ling Xuan subconsciously stopped what he was doing, his face full of astonishment.

Xing Jin was caught off guard and had no time to react before he was hit hard by the sudden, overwhelming force. He fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.

His face was filled with shock. He turned his head and saw Ling Han and two other people with faces as gloomy as if blood was dripping out of them, slowly walking out of the door.

It was not until then that Xing Jin finally saw clearly the three huge characters written in a flamboyant and iron-like style above the gate - Temple of Death!

At this moment, Ling Han was dressed in black, with his tall and slender body wrapped in a black suit. His eyes were as cold as ice, as if they could penetrate people's souls. He was in perfect harmony with the solemn and dignified style of the Temple of Death, which made Xing Jin stunned.

Li Feng also looked at Xing Jin lying on the ground with a look of shock, then turned to look at Ling Han who was walking towards him. He seemed to be still in a state of confusion and had not yet come to his senses.

"My master has been busy with official duties these days and has never been negligent for a moment. He often doesn't sleep for days on end in order to handle official business. How could someone like you have the chance to come to the gate of the Temple of Death and talk nonsense and make trouble?" Ling Han slowly walked to Xing Jin's side, looking down at him in a condescending manner. His tone of voice was as cold as ice, like a gust of biting cold wind whistling past, which made people feel creepy.

"Well done!" Ling Xuan looked at Xing Jin lying on the ground unhappily and said after a cold snort.

Mingzhen walked over with a bewildered look on his face, and carefully helped Xing Jin up from the ground. He looked at Xing Jin's swollen cheeks and the blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart, but more of it was awe and fear for Ling Han.

Xing Jin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and raised his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile. He slowly raised his head, stared at Ling Xuan and Ling Han with cold eyes, and said in a cold voice: "What? Are you going to perform a brotherly love drama in front of me now?"

When Li Feng heard Xing Jin say such disrespectful words, he could not help but frown and close his eyes. A trace of helplessness appeared on his face, and he sighed softly: "Xing Jin, do you have to make things so bad that they are out of control before you give up?"

However, Xing Jin completely ignored Li Feng's questioning. He suddenly exerted force, pushed Ming Zhen away, and then without hesitation, slapped Ling Han with a fierce palm.

The people around were all shocked by Xing Jin's sudden action, but Ling Han reacted extremely quickly. He dodged swiftly and easily avoided Xing Jin's fierce attack.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Han swung his right hand quickly and launched a fierce counterattack towards Xing Jin.

"This kid is simply courting his own death!" Chu Heng crossed his arms over his chest, watching the fierce fight in front of him leisurely, while turning to Hill and said.

"Yeah, I feel the same way." Hill's eyes were fixed on the two people fighting and he answered without turning his head.

Seeing that Ling Han seemed to be angry, Li Feng couldn't help but take two steps forward, trying to get them to stop.

But Ling Xuan acted faster. He swung the sword in his hand. The sword shadow flashed and brought up a sharp sword energy. He rushed straight towards Li Feng and stopped his action.

Li Feng dodged Ling Xuan's sword energy in a flash, but his brows knitted slightly, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Ling Xuan's behavior. He asked, "Are you crazy?"

"Mind your own business!" Ling Xuan replied unhappily, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"You clearly know that Xing Jin is no match for Ling Han..." Li Feng was interrupted by Ling Xuan before he could finish his words.

"Then let him be beaten." Ling Xuan said coldly, as if he didn't care about Xing Jin's safety.

Ling Xuan knew that Ling Han had been so cautious for so many years, and he must have accumulated a lot of grievances and dissatisfaction in his heart. And today, this ignorant Xing Jin happened to anger Ling Han, so let Ling Han take this opportunity to vent all his anger.

"You..." Li Feng was so angry that he couldn't speak. He stared at Ling Xuan with wide eyes.