Chapter 288: Demonic Art
"Fight! Lin Feng wants to fight!"
Feeling the terrifying battle intent and killing intent radiating from Lin Feng, the crowd's hearts couldn't help but tremble. What an arrogant young man.
Even though he was only at the Spirit Martial Realm, with a lower cultivation level, his will to fight remained unyielding, his soul of battle unbroken.
In the final three moves, who said Lin Feng had to be on the defensive? Why couldn't he take the initiative to attack?
Bald Fort Master's gaze also froze. Fight? Lin Feng actually dared to give up evading and wanted to fight him!
The phantom of a demon eagle enveloped his body, its golden light so sharp and dazzling, his true essence energy surging without pause.
Fight! Lin Feng would surely die!
At this moment, Lin Feng raised his head, looked at the void, extended his hand, and shouted coldly, "Sword!"
As his voice fell, a sword appeared in Lin Feng's hand—a sword of true essence, a sword of destruction, a sword of the War God.
Lin Feng himself also became like a sword, exuding unparalleled sharpness, an aura of intent flowing from him, containing only destruction and battle.
"This battle intent and sword intent are even stronger than when he killed the Vulture earlier!" The crowd's eyes focused. At this moment, Lin Feng's aura was too powerful, as if he wanted to slay everyone standing in his way.
"Just a sword of true essence—how can it contend with real true essence power?"
Bald Fort Master sneered coldly. True essence light swirled around his body. He raised his head, and an eagle's sharp cry pierced the hearts of the crowd.
At the Mysterious Martial Realm, the martial soul became increasingly solid, better able to assist in battle and make the cultivator stronger.
At this moment, Bald Fort Master seemed possessed by a demon eagle, possessing its keenness and sharpness.
When a cultivator's strength reached a certain level, the potential of the martial soul could be pushed to its limit. If the martial soul was a beast soul, then it was like a constantly growing demon beast, growing stronger alongside the cultivator.
"Just a sword of true essence, huh!" Lin Feng sneered. He stepped forward, and his sword intent seemed ready to destroy heaven and earth, growing stronger and stronger.
"Fight!" He roared, and rolling battle intent surged from his body, charging madly toward Bald Fort Master, causing the crowd's hearts to tremble. Even standing far away, they could still feel the firmness of this battle intent, its intensity—fearless, undaunted, only battle!
At this moment, Lin Feng was like a War God!
"Die!"
Bald Fort Master shrieked sharply, as piercing as a demon eagle. His body turned into an afterimage, charging at Lin Feng.
"Roar!"
The purple martial soul behind Lin Feng surged out wildly, transforming into hundreds of demon serpent phantoms that coiled forward, instantly wrapping around Bald Fort Master's body. This made him shudder violently, the power of his martial soul fluctuating fiercely.
"Devour!" Lin Feng shouted softly. These demon serpent phantoms turned into venomous snakes, madly devouring, consuming the power of the martial soul, gradually gnawing away at the eagle martial soul. A powerful corrosive force seemed to eat away even the true essence energy on Bald Fort Master's body.
"Break for me!"
Bald Fort Master roared. His true essence power transformed into a giant blade, slashing at the purple demon serpent phantoms, severing the purple soul.
However, in the next moment, endless purple demon serpents surged out again, precisely wrapping around his body, then madly coiling and twisting. This martial soul power seemed completely under control, incredibly precise.
"Rise!"
Lin Feng shouted angrily, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. The hundreds of purple demon serpents lifted Bald Fort Master's body into the air.
Lin Feng, relying on the power of his martial soul, had lifted a Mysterious Martial Realm expert into the air.
This scene made everyone's eyes freeze completely, their expressions filled with shock.
Such a powerful martial soul! Lin Feng was too strong. This peculiar martial soul seemed capable of transforming into countless forms. The hundreds of purple demon serpents were all imbued with life, assisting Lin Feng in battle, lifting Bald Fort Master's body.
But no one knew that the reason this purple martial soul could be imbued with such life and precision was that Lin Feng endured the pain of splitting his soul, using the Remnant Soul Heaven Art to divide his soul, temper the remnants, and then use these hundreds of remnant souls to act on his purple soul. Only then could it be so powerful and precise—hundreds of purple demon serpents surging out simultaneously, each imbued with life.
These lives were his soul.
His eyes slightly closed, Lin Feng felt his soul weaken a little. Using such a massive amount of soul power at once was still too much for him to handle, too difficult to control.
He could hardly imagine how shocking it would be to cultivate the Remnant Soul Heaven Art to its later stages, splitting into billions of remnant souls.
Although Lin Feng's eyes were closed, his battle intent grew even denser, his sword energy even stronger. The sword in his hand seemed ready to strike at any moment.
At the same time, Bald Fort Master, lifted by the purple demon serpents, had a stiff expression. His true essence power transformed into countless sharp blade lights.
"Slash!"
With an angry roar, dazzling blade light bloomed in the void. The purple martial soul was severed, and his body began to descend to the ground.
But at that moment, Lin Feng, with his eyes closed, moved, drifting like the wind!
"Cross, Shadow Kill!"
A cross-shaped light bloomed in the void, so fast it was inconceivable, too fast for the crowd's eyes to follow.
But the battle intent and destructive intent were so clear.
Only when the cross-shaped light flashed and blood splattered did the shocked crowd realize that Bald Fort Master, who had not yet landed, now had a cross-shaped blood wound on his chest.
The protective true essence force had been torn open, the demon eagle's light dimmed, and from the cross-shaped wound, blood gushed wildly.
A mouthful of true essence power, Unity of Heaven and Man, War God's Sword, Purple Serpent Martial Soul, plus Cross Shadow Kill—all combined to create this lethal strike, a fatal blow against a Mysterious Martial Realm expert.
Lin Feng's sword of true essence was far from simple true essence power. Under this one strike, too many powerful combat forces were fused together.
"Eight moves, two more to go!"
Lin Feng's voice emerged from his lips, echoing in the silent space.
Eight moves, not even ten moves yet. But the one defeated was not Lin Feng, but Bald Fort Master of the Mysterious Martial Realm.
Ten moves, certain kill—who would kill whom?
True essence power flowed, and Bald Fort Master sealed his wound. But at this moment, he was still listless. The cross-shaped light had injured not just the surface; the sword energy had torn his internal organs.
"Such a domineering sword strike, such a powerful young man."
The crowd's hearts trembled inwardly. It was too shocking. Once again, things had not progressed as they had imagined.
Lin Feng had created another miracle. One sword strike, just one sword strike, with the power of the Eighth Layer of Spirit Martial Realm, had defeated a Mysterious Martial Realm expert!
This one sword strike made them look at Lin Feng differently. Lin Feng was on the same level as Mysterious Martial Realm experts, someone they needed to look up to.
Lan Jiao's eyes flickered uncertainly, staring at Lin Feng. Such an arrogant young man. No wonder, no wonder her Thousand Illusions Charm Art had been useless. Lin Feng was no ordinary person; he was a true genius.
At this moment, Binghe Teng's killing intent grew stronger and stronger. He thought to himself, "Prodigy!"
Lin Feng was a true prodigy, more monstrous than any disciple of their Ice and Snow Mountain Villa. If the Cloud Sea Sect had not been destroyed, having a disciple like Lin Feng would have meant they would have spared no effort to nurture him. This child must be killed!
"Waste!"
An evil voice spat out. Then, Mo Canglan's body trembled, and at the same time, Old Man Huo's figure also moved, closely following him, not giving him a chance to attack Lin Feng.
But Mo Canglan's target was not Lin Feng, but Bald Fort Master.
"No!" Bald Fort Master seemed to realize something. His body trembled violently, and he rushed into the void. But at that moment, vines shot into the void, directly binding his body. The vines turned into bloodthirsty tendrils, and the flesh and blood on Bald Fort Master's body flowed along the vines, entering Mo Canglan's body.
"Boom!"
The crowd's hearts trembled violently. So terrifying, such an evil technique!
Mo Canglan's vines were actually devouring Bald Fort Master's flesh, blood, and true essence. Bald Fort Master's face twisted, showing an expression of extreme terror. His body trembled and struggled wildly, gradually withering.
But Mo Canglan was like a greedy demon, enjoying devouring everything from Bald Fort Master.
The people of Vulture Eagle Fort were filled with fear, their bodies trembling slightly. A demon! Their fort master was a demon! No matter how evil they were, they had never imagined such a demonic art existed.
After a moment, Bald Fort Master's body turned into a dried corpse, skin and flesh lying limply on the ground. The bloodthirsty vines retracted, and Mo Canglan took a breath, his face full of intoxication.
"Beast!" Lin Feng's gaze was icy. Mo Canglan had betrayed the Cloud Sea Sect and actually cultivated such a demonic art!