Family Cultivation : The Rise Of The Feng Clan

"Where do you think you're going!"

The level 6 assassin swung his blade through the air, slicing through the sky and cutting off the void fissure that Lin Jin had torn open.

At that moment, all four level 6 Level assassins were filled with intense killing intent. Lin Jin had revealed his early Level 6 layer cultivation, and judging by the depth of his aura, he had clearly broken through long ago.

Among the nine princes, only four had previously reached level 6 , and now another had emerged.

What was most troubling was that the other four had shown their strength openly, but Lin Jin had hidden his.

His ability to hide his strength so well raised concerns about what other tricks he might have up his sleeve. Today, he had to be killed.

Simultaneously, all four of them resolved to end Lin Jin's life.

Although the battle for the throne hadn't officially started, someone like Lin Jin, who was strong yet acted weak, was likely biding his time to deliver a fatal blow to his rivals. Such a threat could not be allowed to exist.

"Kill him!"

All four assassins attacked Lin Jin at the same time. The heavens and earth began to tremble, and the ground cracked under the overwhelming force. It was a terrifying sight.

In the nearby forest, countless low-level beasts fled in terror.

Zane Zhang's eyes were wide with shock; clearly, even he hadn't known that Lin Jin was at the early level 6 layer. Despite this, he still shouted:

"Your Highness, leave me and run!"

Lin Jin ignored him. He removed a jade pendant from his waist and threw it toward the four attackers.

Instantly, a violent surge of energy erupted, engulfing the four of them.

This energy seemed capable of destroying the world, and the surrounding void quaked, creating large fissures in space.

As explosions sounded and the ground below them cracked into a massive crater, stretching dozens of miles, Lin Jin took advantage of the chaos to rip open a void and escape with Zane Zhang.

Lin Jin knew that the attack wouldn't kill the four assassins.

As for Zane Zhang's suggestion that he should flee alone, Lin Jin had never considered it.

Even if they escaped today, how could he escape during the battle for the throne?

Lin Jin's expression darkened. Of the eight other princes, he was the weakest, with almost no supporters since birth.

The other princes, at least, had the backing of their maternal families, which had paved their way far more smoothly.

As a result, Lin Jin had learned to hide his strength from a young age, waiting to accumulate enough power before competing for the throne.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. The Jinghong Emperor's sudden abdication had come too soon. Although Lin Jin had a few tricks up his sleeve, he only had two level 6 experts under his command.

If he abandoned Zane Zhang, he would only have one level 6 expert left.

When the battle for the throne began, he would certainly lose.

And his fate after that? He would be executed by the new king.

Damn it!

Lin Jin's eyes were filled with bitterness. If only he had more time, another hundred years—he wouldn't be in such a dire situation.

In a hundred years, he could accomplish a lot. He could break through to the mid level 6 layer, or even the late layer. He could recruit more Level 6 experts.

By then, his chances of winning the throne would be much greater.

After teleporting only a few dozen miles, he sensed the four powerful auras chasing after him, though they weren't as strong as before.

"Impressive, Seventh Prince!"

With that shout, a fissure several dozen feet long tore open in the void.

A blade light shot toward Lin Jin, more powerful than before, collapsing the surrounding space as it approached. It was terrifying.

At the same time, three other deadly attacks were heading for Lin Jin.

Lin Jin, who had been filled with panic, suddenly stopped and turned calm. He halted in midair and stared coldly at the four attackers.

Their strikes stopped ten meters in front of him, as if an invisible barrier had blocked them.

Seeing this, the four assassins were instantly alarmed.

"Something's wrong!"

At the same moment, flames flickered in the sky, and massive pillars etched with mysterious red runes rose around them.

The temperature in the area soared, and even the level 6 experts found it unbearable.

The four assassins tried to escape, but the immense pressure from the pillars immobilized them.

Lin Jin's eyes were icy. "This Burning Heaven Inferno Array was meant for use during the battle for the throne, to kill peak level 6 layer cultivators. I didn't expect I'd have to waste it on you."

"You all... deserve to die!"

The Burning Heaven Inferno Array!

It was a high-level Earth-grade formation known for its lethal force.

As they felt themselves slowly being incinerated, the four assassins' faces filled with fear.

Did the Seventh Prince have another hidden trump card?

His cunning was terrifying. From the start, Lin Jin had planned everything.

He had revealed his cultivation level to make them wary, then used the explosion to buy time, setting up the array for them to fall into.

Every step had been carefully calculated by Lin Jin.

"Die!"

Lin Jin roared, his gaze sharp.

This array was one of his trump cards, but using it now meant that his original 20% chance of winning the throne had decreased significantly.

The four assassins cried out in pain, unable to withstand the searing heat. In thirty seconds, they would be completely incinerated.

"You aren't going to help?"

Wayne Duan couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He was cultivating ice-based techniques, so the scorching heat was unbearable for him.

As soon as he spoke, a sharp sword light sliced through the void, tearing a gap in the Burning Heaven Inferno Array. The temperature inside immediately began to drop, and the array was on the verge of collapsing.

Breaking the array from the inside was nearly impossible, even for a peak level 6 layer expert, but it was much easier to break it from the outside a significant flaw.

At the same time, a shadowy figure darted toward Lin Jin, holding a dagger. His eyes were cold, like those of a heartless machine.

Lin Jin's pupils contracted, filled with disbelief.

To kill him, they had sent two late Level 6 layer and four mid level 6 layer cultivators.

Damn it!

Lin Jin's face turned grim. Truthfully, he had one last trump card, but if he used it here, what would he do in the battle for the throne?

He was furious.

Damn it!

I'm the weakest, so why do they all want to kill me first?

Among the assassins, there were at least three groups three princes had joined forces to kill him.

From their perspective, he was the weakest and had no chance of winning the throne. He was just a bystander.

So, this was like killing the spectator before the fight to avoid any unexpected advantages later, right?

Lin Jin's eyes grew cold. If they wanted him dead, he wouldn't let them off easily.

Just as he was about to act, he found that he couldn't move.

What's going on?

His eyes filled with horror.

But soon, he noticed that everyone around him had frozen, as if the entire world had come to a halt.

"Well, well. Quite the show."

A lazy voice echoed, and Feng Yuan slowly emerged from the void.

When Lin Jin saw Feng Yuan, his eyes widened in shock.

It was him!