# Chapter 2084: Death Battle
"Skilled in soul attack methods, and at the Saint Technique level at that." Lin Feng had encountered this kind of terrifying opponent for the first time. Those proficient in soul power were rare to begin with. Previously, Senior Brother Mu Chen counted as one, and now, he had met a second. The eighty-one sacrificial flames were terrifyingly powerful, seemingly coalescing into a sacrificial flame formation. His divine sense was incinerated upon approach, merging into those flames.
Clearly, this person had even held back when fighting the demon. His target was not the demon, but Lin Feng's soul. As for the purpose behind this, Lin Feng could not discern. If this Supreme Sacrificial Soul Flame ignited his soul, he had no idea what terrible consequences would follow. But regardless of the opponent's goal, Lin Feng could not allow him to succeed—that would be a path to death.
Lin Feng suddenly sat cross-legged on the spot. Dozens of giant swords circled around his body, as if guarding his physical form. This sight caused the crowd's pupils to contract. Lin Feng was actually sitting cross-legged to resist the soul attack—this showed just how formidable the attack was. Lin Feng had to use all his strength to defend.
The demon who had been attacking Lin Feng abruptly halted his steps and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. Demon Seven watched Lin Feng sitting cross-legged. A blood-red light seemed to shoot from his brow into Lin Feng's forehead. However, the moment that blood light entered Lin Feng's brow, Demon Seven's expression stiffened. His eyes blazed with brilliant light as he deeply scrutinized the Heavenly Soul Saint. Such a powerful soul attack! He wanted to peer into the scene within, but that wisp of soul power was instantly extinguished.
"I've long heard that some human martial cultivators are extremely skilled in soul attack methods. Seeing it today, it's indeed true. This person is quite terrifying." Demon Seven sighed inwardly. He did not take the opportunity to attack Lin Feng. Even the clash between Wu Jue and Demon Eight had stopped. Wu Jue's body flickered and appeared beside Lin Feng. He glanced at him, then looked toward the Heavenly Soul Ancient Saint. At this moment, the Heavenly Soul Ancient Saint had also sat down cross-legged, controlling the Supreme Sacrificial Soul Flame. This powerful and fearsome technique demanded extremely high control. If he did not fully concentrate, seizing Lin Feng's soul would not be so simple.
Having failed to make Lin Feng's body his own fleshly vessel last time, he would not miss this opportunity again. Once he had set his sights on Lin Feng, even though Lin Feng possessed an Ancient Saint's body, the Heavenly Soul Saint knew he could not use it. Without a soul, what could Lin Feng use to control the Saintly Body?
As an Ancient Saint skilled in soul power, the Heavenly Soul Saint understood Lin Feng's control over the Ancient Saint's body more thoroughly than others. Of course, he would not reveal this to anyone else—he only needed to know it himself.
At this moment, within Lin Feng's Soul Pure Land, a terrifying collision was taking place. The Five Great Wisdom Kings each guarded a direction, trying to extinguish the flame curses. However, the eighty-one Supreme Sacrificial Soul Flames enveloped them, seemingly breaking through the Wisdom Kings' defenses. The flames died out only to reignite, as if as long as a single flame remained, the eighty-one flames could be reborn, eternally unquenchable. Lin Feng sensed a true crisis.
Lin Feng's soul suddenly condensed into the shape of a sword, razor-sharp, gradually turning pitch black. It shot out abruptly, directly exiting his brow. The eighty-one flames also drifted out, rushing from his brow. In an instant, on the Qitian Battle Platform, Lin Feng's sword-shaped soul and the Supreme Sacrificial Soul Flame hovered together. With the sword-shaped soul at the center, the surrounding void seemed to darken. The terrifying darkness intent made hearts tremble. Moreover, it was attached to a fearsome Heavenly Demon Tribulation light that shimmered. Lin Feng's soul had been born through countless refinements by the Heavenly Demon Tribulation.
As for the eighty-one flames, they emitted a pure white light. White flames—the power to purify all illusions, incinerate countless souls, using the soul as a sacrifice.
At this moment, outside Lin Feng's sword-shaped soul, a magnificent golden palace coalesced into being. A dazzling golden palace, seemingly containing countless patterns within it—the patterns of the Great Dao.
The palace enveloped the sword soul within.
"That sword-shaped soul is Lin Feng's spirit. The palace is a will entity born from the soul—a Divine Mind Palace. It seems Lin Feng has been forced into a corner." The crowd thought to themselves. The terrifying eighty-one flames had forced Lin Feng's soul out. Now, Lin Feng's body was nothing but an empty shell.
At that moment, a gray force rolled from the Heavenly Soul Saint's brow toward Lin Feng. It was a gray cloud. At the same time, before that gray cloud, terrifying pitch-black light condensed into fearsome spears that all surged toward Lin Feng. The Heavenly Soul Saint himself sat down cross-legged.
"Does he want Lin Feng's physical body?"
"A possession technique?"
"This person was originally dealing with the demon, but suddenly turned on Lin Feng. Could it be that he's after that body?"
Countless thoughts arose in the crowd. The perfection of Lin Feng's body was beyond doubt—it had passed the test of the Saint Platform. Moreover, that body likely held many secrets, including the Ancient Saint's body within him. But this person's strength was also extraordinary. Why did he want to seize Lin Feng's body? Unless... this current body of his was not originally his own.
Thinking of this, the crowd's hearts trembled slightly. They hadn't expected that the demon race's forceful resurgence would also draw out such a terrifying figure.
Wu Jue's body stood in front of Lin Feng, watching the rolling dark spears thrusting toward him. His carefree eyes showed a solemn expression. This was a soul-locked attack of infinite power. Destruction seals burst from his brow, transforming into terrifying destruction palms. Rumbling sounds echoed as the spears continuously shattered. However, the gray air current directly rushed toward Lin Feng's brow, causing the crowd's pupils to freeze.
"Lin Feng's soul is still there, not yet destroyed. For him to forcibly seize Lin Feng's body like this... his control over soul power is truly astonishing."
The crowd stared fixedly at Lin Feng's body. As for the demon race's experts, they seemed to have nothing to do at this moment. The three young demon masters all stood by watching.
"Lin Feng." Hu Yue and the others tensed up, staring at the Qitian Battle Platform. This Heavenly Soul Saint was sinister. Lin Feng was truly in crisis this time.
At that moment, a terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted. The gray soul abruptly fled from Lin Feng's brow again. A low, hollow voice sounded.
"Twin Souls."
The gray air current returned to the Heavenly Soul Saint's mind. His eyes suddenly opened, staring at the reappearing soul sword. A strange expression appeared on his face. What technique had this fellow cultivated to develop twin souls? As long as one soul remained undestroyed, he would not die.
"Soul Sacrifice." The Heavenly Soul Saint pointed with his hand. The Supreme Sacrificial Soul Flame once again pounced toward Lin Feng's Divine Mind Palace. However, the palace radiated brilliant light, transforming into endless halls suspended in the void. It endured the terrifying soul power's refinement, slowly dissolving. The divine sense power was being continuously consumed. Yet the Heavenly Soul Ancient Saint's expression also froze. This fellow's soul defense was quite formidable.
The Heavenly Soul Ancient Saint formed hand seals. The pure white flames incinerated all illusions. The entire sky above the Qitian Battle Platform turned pure white. Just looking at those flames from afar made people's hearts tremble. The Divine Mind Palace continuously disintegrated, burning to nothing in the flames.
The Divine Mind Palace was incinerated. The towering flames began to directly refine Lin Feng's soul sword. The dark sword, with countless Heavenly Demon Tribulation lights roaring, frantically extinguished the flames. White flames and black demonic light intersected in the void. Everyone knew this was a truly fatal battle.
"Lin Feng might actually be killed. Even with twin souls, if this soul origin sword is destroyed, he will surely die." The crowd looked at Lin Feng's true body. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth—clearly, he was suffering greatly. Of course, the Heavenly Soul Saint's face was also covered in sweat. Wisps of soul power were frantically activated. He hadn't expected that a mere Martial Emperor would require him to expend so much effort to burn his soul and make it his sacrifice.
As the two stalemated, the crowd held their breath. On Lin Feng's body, laws suddenly roared, transforming into endless sharp swords. The ancient swords he carried on his back began to merge. His body was changing. This sudden development shocked the crowd, causing everyone's expressions to change drastically as they stared at Lin Feng's true body.
"He can still move?" Wu Jue looked at Lin Feng beside him. Then he saw Lin Feng's hand form an ancient seal—the Qian character, the final seal of the Nine-Character True Mantra. As this ancient seal was struck, Lin Feng's body erupted with supreme power, transcending all. His true body transformed into a giant sword, shooting out like lightning, slaughtering toward the Heavenly Soul Saint.
The Heavenly Soul Saint's face turned pale, extremely ugly. He had been on the verge of success, yet Lin Feng still had the strength to counterattack. Moreover, it seemed Lin Feng had been waiting for this moment to strike back—waiting until he himself had been exhausted to a terrifying degree and was using all his focus to control the Supreme Sacrificial Soul Flame.
The Heavenly Soul Saint waved his hand. Endless spears simultaneously blasted toward the giant sword. At the same time, a look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes. With a thought, he recalled the flames burning Lin Feng's soul. The eighty-one flames directly drilled into his brow, returning to his body. A massive rotating black palm print struck out, seemingly sealing the giant sword outside. The giant sword and the Heavenly Soul Saint's body both retreated, trembling violently.
"Huff..." The Heavenly Soul Saint opened his eyes, his body still trembling slightly, as if unable to calm down. Lin Feng's true body reappeared, his face deathly pale. No one could imagine the immense pressure this monstrous fellow had just placed on him.
"You're that undying Ancient Saint." Lin Feng stared at the Heavenly Soul Saint, spitting out a cold voice. This caused everyone's hearts to jump slightly. Ancient Saint?