# Chapter 1508: Splendid Collision
Qiao Chifeng looked at Lin Feng, stepping out from the void and walking before him. Since Lin Feng had challenged him to battle, there was no reason for him to avoid it.
The Qiao Chifeng who now stood forward no longer carried the frivolous and contemptuous tone of his words. From his demeanor, you could not sense even a trace of underestimation.
Lin Feng, like everyone else, fixed his gaze on the approaching Qiao Chifeng. This bold scion of the Holy City was far from the worthless image he projected. Standing there casually, he gave off a heavy, mountain-like sense of stability, as if no one could shake him. And on his body, a faint, world-shaking fist radiance flickered in and out of visibility.
Lin Feng extended his hand, and in an instant, the Demonic Slaughter Fist coalesced. The aura of indestructibility caused the demonic energy to grow increasingly intense. Lin Feng's hands, already clenched into fists, exuded a terrifying demonic intent.
As if sensing Lin Feng's fist intent, a similarly overwhelming fist intent began to emanate from Qiao Chifeng's body, making him appear as though a heaven-shattering fist enveloped his entire being. This fist intent merged with heaven and earth, shifting and transforming endlessly—sometimes scorching like heavenly fire, sometimes freezing like netherworld ice. Various colors of fist radiance flickered in and out of the void. Though the fist had not yet been thrown, its intent had already made people feel its terror.
"Unmoving like a mountain—such fist intent, when unleashed in attack, must surely possess the power to shake heaven and earth," the crowd thought. Both Lin Feng and Qiao Chifeng radiated terrifying fist intent.
"Kill!" Lin Feng's foot lightly stamped, and his right fist suddenly shot through the air. Instantly, the void roared. A fist radiance pierced through heaven and earth, carrying a terrifying momentum as it blasted toward Qiao Chifeng. The dark fist radiance in the void seemed like a beam of death.
The moment Lin Feng's Demonic Slaughter Fist broke through the air, the fist radiance on Qiao Chifeng's body condensed into a solid fist, shooting forth. The fist intent, merged with the void, instantly enveloped the space. Wherever it passed, the void transformed into a frozen netherworld domain. Everything condensed into frost. The crisp sound of cracking echoed out. The crowd watched as even Lin Feng's black fist radiance froze over, covered by pure white, transparent cold light, before shattering and breaking apart.
Yet the momentum of the fist did not stop. The frozen netherworld fist broke through the killing fist radiance, continuing to freeze the void as it blasted toward Lin Feng. Wherever it passed, frost covered heaven and earth.
The crowd looked up, seeing frost and snow blanketing the entire void, like a ferocious ice dragon devouring that expanse of space. Their hearts trembled with shock.
The Demonic Slaughter Fist condensed in Lin Feng's left fist shot out without hesitation, colliding with the remnants of the fist radiance. Instantly, frozen netherworld energy scattered in all directions, and the intent of frost filled the sky.
As Lin Feng threw his fist, Qiao Chifeng stepped forward, standing upon the void. His entire being became like a heaven-covering giant fist. His hands struck downward, his fist intent shattering the heavens. This time, it was no longer a frozen netherworld fist, but a flame dragon fist radiance. The sky erupted with towering flames, as if to devour everything. The magma-like crimson fist radiance howled as it plummeted toward Lin Feng. Lin Feng had no doubt that if he were struck by this magma-like flame fist, he would be engulfed by fire, his body pierced through.
"Whoosh!" The intent of the void and the essence of wind wrapped around Lin Feng's body. He descended rapidly, simultaneously slashing out a sword without any hesitation. This seemingly casual slash seemed to tear the void itself apart. The air currents in the void were cut into two segments, yet they could not sever that mass of crimson flame—only causing the blazing fire to dance wildly.
A bolt of lightning shot from Lin Feng's eyes. His hands exuded terrifying demonic fire, deep and profound, carrying a heavy aura of death, along with the desolate power of destruction and the aura of indestructibility. When this sword slash descended, the void fell into deathly stillness. The sword of deathly demonic fire struck the crimson flame, and rumbling explosions rolled forth, creating a sea of fire in the void.
"Boom!" Qiao Chifeng's foot stamped heavily on the void, causing the entire space to seem to pulse. His fists churned wildly. From every corner of heaven and earth, terrifying fist intent emanated, as if this space was born for fists, controlled by him.
"Divine Fist, Unmatched!" Qiao Chifeng's expression turned solemn. Behind him, a dharma image began to coalesce, resembling a divine spirit. This dharma image seemed born for fists, filled with the artistic conception of shattering the heavens.
"Kill!" Qiao Chifeng's lips moved, killing intent surging. Suddenly, heaven and earth overturned. Countless fists blasted toward Lin Feng, too numerous to count. Qiao Chifeng, bearing the divine spirit dharma image, seemed like the fist deity of the world, the ancestral king of fists. Frozen Netherworld Divine Fist, Flame Divine Fist, Demon-Slaying Divine Fist—all these terrifying fist radiances descended simultaneously, centering on Lin Feng, intending to blast him to death here.
"This Qiao Chifeng seems born for fists—how terrifying! He's like the ancestral king of fists, capable of annihilating everything!" The crowd's hearts trembled at the shocking scene before them. As expected of a Holy City scion, truly incomparable to the prodigies of the Eight Wastelands. Though he appeared arrogant, during battle he showed no trace of contempt, fighting with an invincible spirit, directly suppressing Lin Feng with absolute power, giving him no chance to turn the tables, intending to crush and kill him outright.
"These fist dao divine abilities can unleash all kinds of powerful fist techniques, like ten thousand fist schools. Any one of these fist techniques, if cultivated to the extreme, would become a terrifying divine fist."
The crowd thought to themselves. Such terrifying fist technique divine abilities must surely be driven by formidable cultivation techniques; otherwise, it would be impossible to unleash ten thousand divine radiances, each fist intent seeking to obliterate Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stood amidst the countless fist radiances, feeling their impact most keenly. His opponent's fist technique divine ability communicated with the power of heaven and earth, surging from all eight directions. The void where he stood trembled, on the verge of collapsing under the assault of the divine fists. At this moment, Lin Feng clearly felt the threat of death.
"Boom!" The overwhelming demonic aura seemed to pierce through heaven and earth. A demonic phantom appeared behind Lin Feng. Nowadays, he rarely borrowed demonic power directly in battle, because the combat strength granted by his essence arts far exceeded his cultivation level. Even though he cultivated formidable techniques and possessed surging demonic intent, before his terrifying combat power, the abilities granted by his realm still seemed somewhat weak.
But now, pressured by countless fist radiances, Lin Feng had no choice but to release all his power. The surging demonic intent seemed to pierce the Nine Heavens. The Skyless Sword intent transformed into a dazzling light, stabbing toward the sky dome.
Amidst the terrifying power, Lin Feng's mind remained absolutely calm. Having walked the path of battle and slaughter, he knew well the bitter consequences of losing reason. Thus, at this moment, his eyes gleamed with demonic light, pitch black. In his mind, the entire world seemed to turn black, every detail crystal clear, and his mind operated at lightning speed.
Demonic light tore through the void. Lin Feng's foot suddenly stepped forward, swift as lightning. These countless fist radiances were blasting toward him; if he paused even for an instant, his body would be riddled with holes. At such a moment, he absolutely could not stand still and defend passively, or the consequences would be disastrous. He had to charge out from the direction of a relatively weaker divine fist, at the fastest speed possible. If he stopped even slightly, the endless fist radiances would crush him into fragments.
Lin Feng's stepping body transformed into a sword—indestructible, unbreakable. His momentum merged into the sword, moving with it. The void seemed about to be pierced. This sword carried the heaviness of the earth, the tyranny of the demon, the tearing power of space and wind, the violence of thunder and lightning, and the aura of indestructibility.
"Shhh, shhh..." Lin Feng, transformed into a sword, tore through the purple fist radiance, forcibly breaking through the terrifying divine fist in that direction, charging out without even a moment's pause.
Rumbling, earth-shattering sounds of collapse came from behind Lin Feng. He could clearly sense the aura of destruction, but his body did not stop for even an instant. His sword-transformed body slashed toward Qiao Chifeng's direction, reaching extreme speed. Qiao Chifeng might appear arrogant and reckless, but in battle, he directly sought to kill Lin Feng. This was a powerful and terrifying opponent.
Qiao Chifeng naturally saw Lin Feng break through his terrifying divine fist attack. His foot stamped heavily on the void, and rolling fist intent surged forward with a furious roar. At the same time, his fist blasted out. This fist interwove the intent of frozen netherworld and crimson flame. The cold, dark energy seemed like a demon king roaring. All kinds of terrifying artistic conceptions were contained within the fist radiance, capable of crushing heaven and earth.
"Whoosh!" Lin Feng's body abruptly halted. Then, the surging sword radiance condensed into a heaven-destroying giant sword, slashing down from the sky dome, cutting toward the ancestral king's fist, tearing the void apart.
"Attack power is evenly matched!" The crowd's expressions tightened. Lin Feng was no longer swinging his sword casually as before; he was going all out. When one sword strike failed to break through his opponent's divine fist, he stepped forward, suddenly vanishing from his spot and appearing above Qiao Chifeng.
"Die!" Lin Feng roared. His sound waves merged with the power of heaven and earth, rolling down. Qiao Chifeng looked up, immediately feeling the essence of death descend upon him. A pair of pitch-black, icy pupils stared at him, with terrifying demonic light piercing through his eyes, entering his pupils, descending together with death.
"You will surely lose!" Lin Feng bellowed. The thunderous sound, along with demonic intent, poured into Qiao Chifeng's body, transforming into a terrifying demon curse power, causing Qiao Chifeng's head to tremble violently. He did not know all of Lin Feng's abilities, nor did he expect that when the demon curse technique, death curse technique, and those demon pupils bloomed simultaneously, their deterrent power would be so terrifying. At this moment, Qiao Chifeng felt as if he were on the verge of death. But almost simultaneously, the dharma image behind him released surging fist radiance, breaking through all evil energy and demonic intent, causing Qiao Chifeng's body to also erupt with overwhelming fist radiance, as if to extinguish the demonic intent.
But this instant was enough for Lin Feng to complete his terrifying attack. His body suddenly descended above Qiao Chifeng's head. That arm transformed into a sword that killed everything, about to pierce through Qiao Chifeng's skull. Even the crowd from the Holy City Central Continent felt their hearts tremble. This Lin Feng was lawless—if he had the power to kill them, he truly would dare to slaughter them!