Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Although that pressure was only at the Nascent Soul stage level...

But caught off guard,

If it were an ordinary cultivator at the Void Refinement Realm...

They might embarrass themselves in public.

However, the moment that force collided,

But it felt like hitting an invisible wall.

Without a sound, it vanished without a trace.

It's like a pebble thrown into a bottomless ocean.

It couldn't even stir up a ripple.

The elder in the Nascent Soul realm had a change in expression.

His move didn't even affect the opponent in the slightest?

How is that possible!

Seeing this, the others couldn't sit still any longer.

The remaining four Nascent Soul stage elders simultaneously unleashed their auras.

It hurtled towards Lin Feng.

But the result was still the same.

Their momentum had just met Lin Feng's when

It was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, melting away in an instant.

Not even a trace was left.

Now, their faces turned increasingly grim.

Beads of sweat were also faintly seeping from his forehead.

They never expected their opponent to be so strong.

This is not even a contest on the same level!

Yu Fengcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, a strange light flashing in his gaze.

But Lin Feng didn't get angry at all; instead, he laughed.

He glanced around, his tone relaxed, even slightly sarcastic:

"Is the Yu family starving?"

Why does this aura seem so weak and listless, like someone who hasn't woken up yet?

Upon hearing this, the expressions on everyone's faces in the hall became extremely interesting.

The elders at the Nascent Soul stage were so angry their faces turned red.

But it just can't be allowed to happen.

They can't exactly say that they've given it their all, can they?

"presumptuous!"

A furious shout exploded like a muffled thunderclap.

The one who spoke was a Supreme Elder at the Refinement Realm who sat at the head of the table.

His face was ashen; he was clearly enraged by these words.

"I've come to meet you!"

The Supreme Elder suddenly stood up, unleashing his full aura.

In an instant, a pressure several times stronger than before erupted like a torrent, overwhelming Lin Feng.

He is a genuine late-stage Void Refinement Realm expert.

This aura alone is enough to make an ordinary Nascent Soul Realm cultivator collapse.

To his surprise, Lin Feng remained completely still.

His face still wore that ambiguous, half-smiling expression.

That oppressive force was enough to crush a small mountain.

The sensation falling on him felt like a gentle breeze on his face.

He didn't even lift the hem of his clothes.

"Reciprocity is key."

"It's my turn." Lin Feng suddenly spoke up.

As soon as he finished speaking,

An immense, indescribable pressure poured out from his body.

The pressure was almost tangible.

It was as if a towering mountain had appeared out of thin air in the main hall.

The air inside the hall seemed to freeze at that moment.

That terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire hall.

Those Nascent Soul Realm elders who were just shouting a moment ago

Before they could even react, their faces turned deathly pale and their knees buckled.

"Thump" "Thump" He knelt down on the ground.

He lay face down on the ground, unable to move.

Even those three Supreme Elders at the Void Refinement Realm,

They all felt heavy breathing and tightness in their chests.

The body involuntarily bent downwards.

There was a hint that he was about to kneel down.

They tried their best to resist, but the more they resisted, the more...

The pressure became increasingly heavy.

It pressed down on them, making their bones creak.

Not only them, but even Yu Fengcheng, who was sitting in the main seat,

His expression changed drastically at that moment.

He felt a deadly aura lock onto him.

The hairs on my body stood on end.

As a powerful cultivator at the Integration Realm,

How many years has it been since he felt this way?

This seems to suggest that as long as the other party is willing...

It felt like I could take his life at any moment.

He stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?

A cultivator at the Integration Realm.

How could I feel this kind of pressure on a young person?

Moreover, within that oppressive aura,

It clearly carries a natural suppression originating from a higher level of life force.

It made it difficult for him to even muster the thought of resistance.

Could it be that this guy named Ji Canghai...

Is his level even higher?

No, that's impossible.

If the other party were truly at the Mahayana Realm, the Han family would have been wiped out long ago.

There's no need to go through so much trouble.

But if not, how do you explain this oppressive feeling?

Yu Fengcheng's mind raced.

Fine beads of cold sweat had unconsciously seeped onto my forehead.

His pride and joy in his cultivation seemed utterly inadequate in front of Lin Feng.

This surprised and frightened him, and he also felt a sense of indescribable shame and annoyance.

The dignified patriarch of the Yu family, a master of the Integration Realm, was actually in his own family's main hall...

He was so overshadowed by a junior of unknown origin that he couldn't lift his head.

If this gets out, where will he put his old face?

But right now, he even has difficulty speaking.

How could they possibly care about saving face?

Inside the main hall, there was absolute silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Those who originally intended to give them a hard time,

At this moment, they all wilted like frostbitten eggplants.

Forget about giving them a show of force; they don't even dare to breathe loudly now.

Yu Liang, Yu Lan, and Liang Bing, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected.

Still standing in the same spot.

Yu Lan smiled, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

Now look what happened; the attempt to intimidate them failed.

Instead, they were outmaneuvered, and they lost face big time.

Yu Liang stood to the side, his expression quite interesting as well.

He wanted to laugh but dared not, so he could only hold it in, his shoulders trembling.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, we were being presumptuous."

"I implore Fellow Daoist Ji to be lenient!"

Yu Yuangeng and Yu Bo were the first to back down.

They strained to keep themselves upright, using almost all their remaining strength.

He managed to squeeze out those words through gritted teeth.

The young man smiled, his tone relaxed:

"No problem."

I, Lin, am not an unreasonable person.

As long as others don't provoke me

I don't want things to get too ugly.

After saying that, a thought struck him.

The overwhelming pressure receded like a tide.

Instantly, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

They all looked as if they had been pulled out of the water.

He was covered in sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

Several elders at the Nascent Soul stage collapsed to the ground.

He was panting heavily, looking utterly disheveled.

Yu Fengcheng slowly straightened up, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He stared intently at Lin Feng in front of him.

His fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

He originally intended to teach this kid a lesson today.

Unexpectedly, he ended up getting completely dominated by the other party.

This loss of face was completely humiliated and trampled on by Lin Feng.

The atmosphere in the main hall became extremely awkward for a moment.

Seeing this, Yu Liang quickly stepped in to smooth things over:

"Dad, don't be angry."

We're all family, why make things so tense?

"Am I angry?" Yu Fengcheng asked in a deep, angry voice.

Yu Liang shrank back and whispered, "You look so pale, like you're about to explode with anger, yet you say you're not..."

"Shut up!" Yu Fengcheng shouted angrily, startling Yu Liang so much that he dared not utter another word.