Chapter 384: Devour
"So satisfying."
Lin Feng sighed inwardly. After the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul devoured the demon beast, it actually helped him replenish his true yuan power.
He remembered the previous times the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul had appeared—devouring the Illusion Demon beast, devouring the cold energy, and devouring the Purple Lake—each time increasing his cultivation realm and allowing him to birth a new martial soul. It was truly extraordinary.
Every time the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul devoured a demon beast, it absorbed the beast's essence. The Heaven Devouring Martial Soul itself grew, while simultaneously allowing him, Lin Feng, to birth a martial soul. Finally, the remaining essence power could still help him improve his cultivation.
"Now, my confidence is even greater." Lin Feng's pitch-black pupils locked onto Wu Zhen, his killing intent growing stronger. Since he had brought Wu Zhen here, Lin Feng had already decided to kill him.
"Lin Feng, do you really have to fight?"
Wu Zhen stared at Lin Feng. Lin Feng's battle intent was growing stronger, but Wu Zhen himself increasingly wanted to avoid the fight.
Lin Feng nodded coldly. Fight? Of course, he would fight. Since Wu Zhen wanted to kill him, he had to be prepared to leave his life behind.
Wu Zhen was silent for a moment, then a chilling aura burst forth. Since Lin Feng insisted on fighting, then he, Wu Zhen, would have no choice but to oblige. However, he had already lost the desire to kill Lin Feng. Killing Lin Feng and offending her was not worth it.
Defeating Lin Feng and making him back down would be enough.
The two stood facing each other, their gazes clashing in the air—one ruthless and indifferent, the other demonic and cold.
Both of their pupils were strange, unlike those of ordinary humans.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng shouted. The purple ocean roared wildly once more, surging toward Wu Zhen. At the same time, six azure dragons spiraled in the air above Lin Feng, ferocious and terrifying.
Wu Zhen's gaze was calm. His figure floated like a ghost, drifting backward as if he had no weight at all.
Lin Feng stepped through the void, chasing after him. The Purple Serpent martial soul spread wildly, transforming into a purple river.
Wu Zhen retreated again and again, refusing to engage Lin Feng in close combat.
"You said I was running away. What are you doing now?"
Lin Feng shouted coldly as he advanced. After Wu Zhen had fused with the Wu Demon Soul, he moved like a true ghost—so fast.
In terms of speed, Lin Feng was inferior to Wu Zhen. After all, the gap in cultivation realm was there, hard to bridge.
Wu Zhen's gaze was cold. The black-and-white demonic pupils of the Wu Demon Soul stared at Lin Feng. However, Lin Feng's eyes remained fixed straight ahead, completely unaffected. Those dark pupils were as firm as rock, as deep as an abyss. The Wu Demon Soul seemed utterly incapable of influencing him.
This frustrated Wu Zhen greatly. The Wu Demon Soul could seize souls and steal spirits, yet it was useless against Lin Feng.
The Wu Demon Soul could also control demon beasts, but again, it was useless against Lin Feng.
This Lin Feng seemed to be the natural nemesis of the Wu Demon Soul.
Raising his hand, clusters of white, chilling light gathered in his palm. Strands of light from the Wu Demon Soul also converged there, making the glow increasingly eerie.
"Cold, chilling."
Lin Feng, who was closing in on Wu Zhen, felt his heart tremble. He stared at the yin-killing light cluster in Wu Zhen's palm. Wu Zhen made no effort to hide it, letting Lin Feng see it clearly.
"Lin Feng, since you force me to fight, then try my Demon Nether Palm!"
Wu Zhen shouted. His ghostlike body stopped retreating and instead surged forward toward Lin Feng. The white light he held in his hand exuded an increasingly intense chill.
The purple demon vines wildly twisted, wrapping around Wu Zhen's body. But Wu Zhen seemed unconcerned, continuing forward. The yin-killing chill seemed to freeze the Purple Serpent tendrils, causing them to snap.
"Roar..." The azure dragons roared, and six dragon shadows charged fiercely at Wu Zhen. However, Wu Zhen's demonic pupils burst with dazzling white light. A layer of yin-killing energy formed around his body, and the six azure dragons slammed directly into that energy barrier. In an instant, a chilling force climbed up, freezing even the dragon souls.
"This Wu Zhen is truly formidable."
Feeling the biting cold, Lin Feng retreated this time. Wu Zhen had actually charged straight into the range of his martial souls, completely unfazed.
The Purple Serpent martial soul and the azure dragons that had broken free from the freezing energy roared in reverse, surging toward Wu Zhen.
But Wu Zhen acted as if he hadn't seen them. His ghostlike body continued forward, his eyes fixed only on Lin Feng.
"Oh?" Lin Feng frowned. This Wu Zhen was ruthless, using such a tactic, placing himself within the range of Lin Feng's martial souls.
"I advised you to stop, but you wouldn't listen. Since that's the case, Lin Feng, bear my wrath."
Wu Zhen stared at Lin Feng. The yin-cold energy in his palm seemed ready to be hurled at Lin Feng at any moment. White currents drifted from the yin-killing energy, writhing like demon snakes.
"If you want to fight to the death, I'll accompany you."
A fierce aura flashed in Lin Feng's ruthless pupils. With a booming sound, flames ignited on Lin Feng's body—Yang Fire True Yuan, scorching and violent.
The Lesser Yang Technique and the Lesser Yin Technique were so similar.
The Yang Fire True Yuan burned and gathered wildly. Like Wu Zhen, Lin Feng raised his hand. In his palm, endless Yang Fire True Yuan converged. The flames gradually turned pitch-black, darker and darker, pure black.
Even Lin Feng's pitch-black, ruthless pupils seemed to contain a flickering black flame—what a terrifying flame it was.
This time, it was Wu Zhen's turn to be shaken. Such similar methods. He was gathering his true yuan into the Demon Nether Palm, a palm strike that could destroy Lin Feng, leaving Lin Feng's life and death in his hands.
But he hadn't expected Lin Feng to do the same—gathering true yuan into flames, black flames, annihilating flames.
The flames even gradually formed a lotus, a blooming black lotus.
"Just now, that's how One-Eye died, isn't it?" Wu Zhen frowned deeply. He couldn't sense how powerful the black lotus flame was, but seeing that black lotus, a hint of wariness arose from the depths of his heart. Clearly, this black lotus was not weak.
"My cultivation is at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. I used the Lesser Yin Technique to condense the Demon Nether Palm. Lin Feng is at the First Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm. Even if he cultivates the Lesser Yang Technique and uses Yang Fire True Yuan to condense a black flame lotus, it shouldn't be stronger than my Demon Nether Palm."
Wu Zhen thought to himself, his battle intent soaring. He wanted to see just how powerful the black lotus flame that had burned One-Eye to nothing truly was.
"Demon Nether Palm, annihilate!" Wu Zhen spat out. The yin-killing light cluster in his hand finally descended slowly, blasting toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng also overturned his raised hand. The black flame lotus shot out.
"Sizzle, sizzle..."
The Demon Nether Palm and the black lotus collided, producing faint sounds. An unparalleled destructive intent spread through the void. A mass of annihilating light expanded wildly, causing space itself to tremble.
The flame lotus invaded the Demon Nether Palm, eroding it fiercely. This scene made Wu Zhen's pupils contract violently. How could this be? His true yuan, condensed at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm into the Demon Nether Palm, be inferior to the black lotus used by Lin Feng at the First Layer?
But was this black lotus merely Lin Feng's Yang Fire True Yuan?
The Nether Flame intent within the Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul was also fused into this black lotus, destroying everything.
The annihilating light spread. Both Lin Feng and Wu Zhen's expressions gradually changed. The destructive force born from this collision was too powerful. The trees beneath their feet turned to dust in an instant, completely erased from existence. Slowly, even their own faces twisted, becoming ferocious.
There was no sound, only an invisible storm of destruction.
"Retreat!" The thought arose in Lin Feng's mind. This storm of destruction would annihilate everything, even himself.
Wu Zhen also thought of retreating. He couldn't withstand this storm of destruction either.
Both Lin Feng and Wu Zhen's bodies moved backward almost simultaneously. Their souls trembled.
However, Lin Feng still hadn't given up on killing Wu Zhen. The Heaven Devouring Azure Dragons roared, sweeping down from the air. Six azure dragons and endless purple light all pounced on Wu Zhen.
"Kill!"
The killing intent in Lin Feng's ruthless pupils was so resolute. Nothing could stop his determination to kill Wu Zhen.
The Wu Demon Soul emitted waves of white light, dazzling and brilliant, trying to block the azure dragons and the Purple Serpent.
"Roar..."
Under the soul-seizing light of the Wu Demon Soul, the azure dragons and the Purple Serpent seemed to become completely enraged. Under Lin Feng's shocked gaze, they began to slowly merge, fusing together into an incomparably massive body that trembled wildly in the sky, swooping down with continuous roars.
One gulp, and they devoured the Wu Demon Soul.
Another gulp, and they devoured the horrified Wu Zhen as well.
PS: Hmm... I wanted to repay two more chapters, but Brother shlaogen's reward sent me back to square one. Still owe nineteen chapters. Thanks to Brother shlaogen for the reward, truly grateful. Why isn't there a commander yet? I feel like it's almost there, haha.