Chapter 282: True Essence Sword

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Chapter 282: True Essence Sword

"Demon Fire?" Lin Feng's gaze hardened slightly as he said coldly, "The demon fire was obtained by killing Bing Yuan. If you want it, I can give it to you—bring something of equal value to trade, and if I like it, I might just hand it over."

"Negotiating with me?"

A hint of amusement flickered in the vulture's sinister eyes as he sneered.

"In Tianluo Ancient City, very few people dare to negotiate terms with me, Vulture. Anyone in the Spirit Martial Realm who dares to cross me will surely die. Think carefully—do you want to keep your life, or keep the demon fire?"

The crowd shook their heads silently at the vulture's words. Too overbearing. This man, relying on his strength as a peak Spirit Martial Realm cultivator and the backing of the Vulture Fort's evil forces in Tianluo Ancient City, had few who dared to provoke him.

Lin Feng was an outsider, yet he dared to oppose the vulture. If he didn't hand over the demon fire, he was in for trouble.

"Your life, or the demon fire?"

The vulture forced Lin Feng to choose.

With calm eyes, Lin Feng swept a cold glance at the vulture and said, "Those who said I would die all ended up dead by my hand, just like Bing Yuan. Now, do you want to die, or get lost?"

"Die, or get lost?"

To everyone's surprise, Lin Feng didn't choose at all. Instead, like the vulture, he forced the choice back on him, his calm gaze carrying a hint of arrogance.

Lin Feng, threatening the vulture in Tianluo Ancient City—asking him to choose between death and retreat. Bold.

"Damn it."

Lan Jiao cursed behind Lin Feng. This guy really didn't know when to quit. Bing Yuan was strong, the number one core disciple of the Ice and Snow Mountain Villa, but the vulture was even stronger, known as a peak Spirit Martial Realm expert, incredibly formidable. Lin Feng not only showed no weakness but dared to threaten him—wasn't he asking for death?

Sure enough, hearing Lin Feng's words, the vulture's lips curled into a sinister smile as he said darkly, "In the Spirit Martial Realm, threatening me, Vulture, in Tianluo Ancient City—you're the first."

"So, you'll die an ugly death." The vulture rubbed his bald head, his smile cold and ferocious.

"Yah!" A sharp, eerie cry erupted from the vulture's mouth as his body turned into a black shadow, vanishing in an instant.

His right hand hooked like a claw, one leg raised, the vulture's talons shot directly toward Lin Feng. His hand transformed into a sharp claw, with white eagle-claw light blooming in the air—demonic, cold, and sinister—lunging at Lin Feng.

The claw was incredibly fast. If caught by it, a chunk of flesh would be torn off in an instant, leaving a severe injury.

Lin Feng was dead for sure, having angered the vulture.

The crowd thought to themselves.

Feeling the sharpness of the claw, Lin Feng's gaze hardened. At this moment, it felt as if he were facing a demonic beast—an eagle beast.

Faint afterimages appeared, and many figures of Lin Feng emerged in the space around him. At the same time, countless finger shadows slowly rose, meeting the claw. Instead of dodging, Lin Feng counterattacked.

"Clang!" A crisp sound rang out, faint but sharp. Lin Feng and the vulture's bodies touched and separated, each retreating a few steps.

The vulture still kept his hand in claw form, but at the center of his palm was a red dot. Just now, Lin Feng's finger had struck it with pinpoint accuracy, carrying a terrifying penetrating force, like a sword.

As for Lin Feng's hand, there was a faint claw mark. Though the vulture's talons hadn't touched him, the sharp white light had left a trace on his wrist. Moreover, his fingers were slightly numb—the vulture's eagle claws were very sharp and packed immense strength.

"Not bad, but you're still going to die."

The vulture sneered coldly, striking a strange pose. Light flickered on his body, and at this moment, he seemed to transform into a vulture—sharp, evil, his eyes chilling.

"Squeak, squeak..."

A series of sharp sounds rang out as the vulture's body lunged forward, leaving many afterimages in the air. Endless white light burst forth, as if countless vultures were clawing at Lin Feng. The space was filled with the vulture's shadows and claw marks, indistinguishable from reality.

White light flashed before his eyes. Lin Feng's body shifted slightly to the side, the white light grazing past him without harm.

But what followed was an endless barrage of demonic white light. Lin Feng's body swayed subtly, his steps reaching a sublime precision. With every light misstep, he dodged a lethal strike.

In moments, the space was filled not only with the vulture's shadows but also Lin Feng's ethereal figure, weaving through the claws with ease.

"Yah!"

A sharp, piercing cry rang out. Countless white lights merged into one, forming a massive claw, as if a true powerful demonic eagle had descended. The evil claw descended from the sky, enveloping several meters around. Lin Feng stood beneath the claw's shadow, covered and with no escape.

"It's over. Lin Feng is dead for sure." The crowd watched as the vulture stood there, like a true evil vulture, while Lin Feng was trapped under the enormous claw, destined to be killed by it.

Lan Jiao opened her mouth, her face pale. Dead. Lin Feng was going to die.

Lin Feng's figure was covered by the claw. Staring at the vulture, who resembled a demonic eagle ahead, a cold smile appeared on his face.

A surging purple light shot into the sky, like rivers and lakes. Countless purple tendrils rushed straight up toward the claw, wrapping around it before drowning it.

The claw continued to descend, but Lin Feng was now covered by a sea of purple. When the claw struck, it only touched the endless purple lake.

"Ah..."

A scream rang out. The demonic eagle claw vanished without a trace. The vulture raised his hand, his ferocious face pale as paper. Bubbles kept rising from his palm, the surface skin melting away, revealing bloody flesh—excruciatingly painful.

Just now, that purple lake had nearly melted his entire hand.

At this moment, behind Lin Feng, the purple lake flowed with a gurgling sound. Above his head, purple tendrils floated like snake shadows, making the crowd's hearts tremble violently.

The vulture, peak Spirit Martial Realm? No one in the Spirit Martial Realm could defeat him?

"Impressive!" The crowd looked at Lin Feng, their hearts pounding. That purple lake was terrifying—it had corroded the evil claw and injured the vulture.

Lan Jiao also stared at Lin Feng, her beautiful eyes flickering. Had her worry been unnecessary?

"I want you dead!"

The vulture's face darkened as he glared at Lin Feng.

"I gave you a choice—get lost or die. You didn't get lost, so now you die." Lin Feng replied coldly, killing intent blazing. At this moment, he was no longer calm but filled with arrogance and sharpness.

"Me die?" The vulture sneered. "I've roamed the Spirit Martial Realm with few rivals. Besides my martial soul and evil claws, my greatest reliance is true essence—the power that only Mysterious Martial Realm experts possess. Let's see how you block it."

A domineering light flickered on the vulture's body. In his hand, a ball of light appeared—a lightning ball, crackling with electricity, brimming with destructive power.

"True essence power, and lightning true essence at that."

The crowd's eyes trembled. The vulture was being forced by Lin Feng to use his trump card—the one that made him invincible in the Spirit Martial Realm.

Lin Feng was strong, gifted, but against true essence power, which only appeared in the Mysterious Martial Realm, he would likely be destroyed.

What a pity. A genius was about to die.

But Lin Feng didn't seem worried. His gaze calm, he looked at the vulture and said slowly, "You've been attacking all this time. Shouldn't it be my turn now?"

"Hmm?" The crowd's gaze sharpened. His turn? Facing lightning true essence, he still wanted to take the initiative?

Then, they saw Lin Feng take a step forward. Instantly, a battle intent that looked down on heaven and earth surged, burning on Lin Feng's body and sweeping outward.

Overbearing battle intent, fearless battle intent, battle intent that destroyed everything.

Within that battle intent was also sharpness—the sharpness of a sword.

Lin Feng's hand slowly rose. The air howled as a gale blew fiercely around his palm. The white gale slowly took shape, forming a sword—a sword brimming with an intensely powerful will.

The sword's white light was dazzling, blinding to behold.

"True Essence Sword!"

The crowd's hearts trembled violently. This pure white sword, radiating light in all directions, was condensed from true essence—a True Essence Sword.

The vulture's light ball was lightning true essence, while Lin Feng had mastered sword true essence.

The Pure Origin Art was a foundational technique, not some profound method, but Lin Feng had never abandoned it. He had cultivated and mastered it firmly. The peak of the Pure Origin Art was the condensation of pure true essence. Now, Lin Feng had cultivated it to its zenith, merging this thread of true essence with sword intent to form the True Essence Sword.

"What a monstrous freak!" The crowd's hearts pounded wildly. Both of their true essences—lightning attribute and sword attribute—were extremely powerful.

Who would win this battle?

"The world is vast and boundless. Who dares to claim invincibility? At your age, stuck in the mere Spirit Martial Realm, you call yourself invincible—not only shameless but ignorant. No wonder your talent is so poor. Pitiful, pathetic."

Lin Feng looked at the vulture and said indifferently, "Your lightning true essence was likely obtained through external means, while my True Essence Sword was solidified through my own cultivation, step by step. Today, I'll show you, the one who claims invincibility in the Spirit Martial Realm, just how pathetic you are."

Lin Feng's words echoed in the vulture's eardrums, stirring a hint of doubt—doubt in himself.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng's battle intent continued to climb wildly, fighting heaven and earth, the sword destroying everything.

With a step forward, Lin Feng's figure suddenly vanished. Then, a sword appeared—a True Essence Sword—descending from the sky, destroying everything!