# Chapter 1908: Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art
The Grandmaster's expression was extremely grim. Having fought Lin Feng, he could already gauge Lin Feng's strength. Even after removing three Imperial Weapons, although Lin Feng's power was still considerable, there was absolutely no way he could have captured his wife. She was a descendant of the Nether King, exceptionally talented, had comprehended the power of the Dao, and possessed especially strong soul power. Even pregnant, she was not someone Lin Feng could easily deal with. Therefore, it never occurred to him that Lin Feng would take his wife hostage.
The Grandmaster had not misjudged the situation. Yan Junhua's strength was indeed terrifying—Lin Feng, who had fought her, felt this deeply. But the Grandmaster could never have imagined that Lin Feng possessed a Martial Soul World, could crush array patterns to traverse through void, and then envelop Yan Junhua with his Martial Soul World. Even the Grandmaster himself could not have dodged such an attack.
However, what truly terrified the Grandmaster was that he had no idea where Lin Feng had taken his wife, Yan Junhua.
"Release my wife, and I'll let you leave," the Grandmaster said coldly. In his eyes, no one's life could compare to his wife's. Moreover, his wife Yan Junhua was carrying his son—how could he allow anything to happen to her?
Lin Feng's pupils were pitch black, icy cold, with dense death energy swirling within. His internal organs were still churning violently; he had been severely injured.
"The moment I die, your wife and child will perish together with me. So you'd better ensure my safety," Lin Feng said slowly. Then he actually turned around and stepped toward the interior of the Ancient Demon Clan. This scene made the Grandmaster and the Ancient Demon Clan's Great Emperor-level expert's expressions extremely ugly.
In the void, figures of Ancient Demon Clan experts descended one after another, all possessing formidable auras and terrifying strength. Their eyes were unfathomably deep, as if they could pierce through Lin Feng with a single glance.
But Lin Feng acted as if no one was there, stepping directly into the depths of the Ancient Demon Clan, advancing forward.
"No one is to touch him in the slightest!" A thunderous roar echoed through the heavens and earth of the Ancient Demon Clan, carrying unparalleled dominance. The Ancient Demon Clan experts' expressions turned icy cold, seemingly already aware of what had happened. Yan Junhua absolutely could not have anything happen to her. Not to mention her identity, the child within her womb was of extraordinary significance—the offspring of a Nether King descendant and an Ancient Demon Clan descendant, the child of Yan Junhua and the Grandmaster.
Lin Feng's pupils remained icy cold as he penetrated deeper into the Ancient Demon Clan. His gaze swept across the void. Finally, in the depths of the Ancient Demon Clan, he saw an altar. In front of the altar was a huge demonic pool, with several young men bathing within it.
"Whoosh!" Lin Feng's figure flickered as he charged toward the demonic pool. A young man suddenly rose up, but a terrifying killing aura shot from Lin Feng's eyes. Then Lin Feng waved his hand, and a black water river appeared, instantly engulfing the man's body, directly killing him.
"How dare you!" A thunderous shout shook Lin Feng's soul. On the altar appeared an expert completely shrouded in terrifying demonic intent. His exposed pupils seemed intent on making Lin Feng lose consciousness.
"If you use any tricks on me, I will immediately kill her and die together with her," Lin Feng said, his voice icy and piercing. No one dared to doubt his resolve. At this moment, the Grandmaster stepped forward, staring at Lin Feng and said, "Release my wife. I, the Grandmaster, swear that no one from the Ancient Demon Clan will harm a single hair on your head. I'll let you leave safely. But if anything happens to my wife, I will hunt you down through heaven and earth, even if I have to trample through every realm—I will kill you."
The Grandmaster's rolling voice turned into a terrifying wave of sound. The demonic pool below churned violently, roaring madly.
Lin Feng's cold, deathly pupils swept over the Grandmaster, devoid of any emotion.
"I also swear that within the time it takes an incense stick to burn, I don't want anyone disturbing me within this area. All of you, get the hell away from me. Otherwise, I will kill her. After all, my life was picked up by chance. Also, as long as you cooperate, I won't take her life. I will participate in the next Immortal Kingdom Trial. Before entering the Immortal Kingdom Trial, I will release your wife. That way, even if your Ancient Demon Clan experts want to kill me, they won't be able to. I don't need any promises from you."
Lin Feng said coldly. His pupils clashed with the Grandmaster's eyes in the void, like two terrifying demonic lights colliding. Neither was willing to yield.
"Fine, I agree," the Grandmaster suddenly shouted. "If anything happens to my wife, you will die without a doubt. Retreat!"
The people in the demonic pool saw the Grandmaster's gaze sweep over them. One by one, they revealed unwilling expressions, cast icy glances at Lin Feng, then with a splashing sound, they rushed out of the demonic pool and retreated.
The other experts who had gathered around, upon meeting the Grandmaster's gaze, also had no choice but to leave. The more the Grandmaster cared, the more brazen Lin Feng could be. But this was the true Grandmaster—domineering and genuine.
The Grandmaster himself also left. Although he was extremely uneasy, he dared not take the risk. He had no other choice. Lin Feng held his wife and unborn son hostage. Even if Lin Feng demanded his hands and feet, he would have to give them.
After the crowd left, Lin Feng's expression was calm. But soon, he spat out an icy sound: "If anyone is still spying on me, I can't guarantee I won't take back my words."
The Ancient Demon Clan fell into silence, a silence that was somewhat terrifying. Everyone felt angry and unwilling. There were too many people in their Ancient Demon Clan who could kill Lin Feng. Some could even annihilate him with a flick of their finger. But at this moment, they could only watch as Lin Feng did whatever he wanted in their Ancient Demon Clan, even monopolizing their demonic pool alone.
In the days that followed, the Ancient Demon Clan fell into deathly stillness. Lin Feng sat cross-legged in the demonic pool, bathing in the rolling demonic power, cultivating with his eyes closed. No one knew what he was doing.
But one day, from within the demonic pool, a beast-like roar erupted, as if filled with unbearable pain.
At this moment, in the Ancient Demon Clan's demonic pool, only Lin Feng's head was exposed above the surface. The muscles on his face twisted wildly, hideous and terrifying. Demonic light seemed to flow across his ferocious features, accompanied by clear cracking sounds—the sound of bones splitting, along with the subtle sounds of meridians rupturing within his body.
Those who had never truly cultivated the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art would never know how agonizingly painful this secret technique of the Ancient Demon Clan was to practice. It was excruciating, like cutting one's own body with a knife, causing every part to split and disintegrate.
"Roar!" A terrifying roar burst from Lin Feng's mouth, like a beast's howl, breaking the silence of the Ancient Demon Clan. Many of its members' expressions shifted uncertainly, their faces ugly. Especially the Great Emperor-level expert who had pursued Lin Feng—he knew what Lin Feng was cultivating: their Ancient Demon Clan's secret art, the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art.
This secret technique was not something ordinary people could cultivate. The conditions were extremely harsh. First, one needed a powerful physical body, strong bloodline, and abundant life force to withstand the crisis of disintegration without dying. The Ancient Demon Clan's experts trained their bodies from childhood. When they reached adulthood, their physical strength would still be tested to determine if they could cultivate the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art. Many were eliminated and could not cultivate, having to continue bitter training. Moreover, even if they met the conditions, they needed to use secret methods to cultivate in the Ancient Demon Clan's demonic pool to repair their bodies. Otherwise, there was still a strong risk of death. Because of these harsh conditions, the Ancient Demon Clan's preservation of the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art was not particularly strict. Ju Xiao, as a genius of the Ancient Demon Clan, carried a set of secret technique scriptures with him.
Who could have imagined that someone would kill Ju Xiao, possess the conditions to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art, and even dare to break into their Ancient Demon Clan to borrow the demonic pool for cultivation?
This matter was an unprecedented disgrace for their Ancient Demon Clan in thousands of years.
Although Lin Feng had mentally prepared himself, he had not expected the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art to be so overbearing. The first disintegration was the most painful, nearly taking his life.
With another roar, Lin Feng began to frantically absorb the terrifying demonic power from the demonic pool. The pool seemed to contain a very mysterious power, passed down by the Ancient Demon Clan's ancestors. The demonic pool in the Immortal Kingdom Trial was merely diluted with some water taken from this pool.
Using the secret techniques within the Heavenly Demon Body Disintegration Art to devour this mysterious demonic power, Lin Feng began to repair every part of his body. The terrible pain still lingered. Only when his entire body was completely restored did he exhale heavily, as if experiencing a rebirth.
He clenched his fist, and crackling sounds rang out. He felt an inexhaustible source of power throughout his body.
Just then, Lin Feng's heart stirred slightly, and a faint smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Crackling sounds rang out as Heavenly Demon Tribulation Force swirled around him. In the sky above, a terrifying demonic might was gathering—it was Lin Feng's third Heavenly Demon Tribulation at the Mid-rank Emperor realm.
Nine Heavenly Demon Tribulations, like the previous two times: six tribulation forces struck his physical body, and three struck directly at his body and soul. But this time, Lin Feng's physical body could actually withstand this Heavenly Demon Tribulation Force head-on. Terrifying Heavenly Demon Tribulation light flowed all over his body. The skin on Lin Feng's body seemed to change, taking on a hint of black intent, as if filled with explosive power.
Even though the Ancient Demon Clan's experts saw the Heavenly Demon Tribulation, none of them appeared. They truly wanted to capture Lin Feng and force him to hand over his cultivation techniques and methods. But they could only watch helplessly, unwillingly.