Chapter 505: Ruthless Annihilation
With a single step, Lin Feng's figure vanished from the crowd's sight, stepping directly into the illusion array.
The rising mist of illusion shrouded Lin Feng's form, and both Lin Feng and Mu Qing disappeared from view, causing many to feel a pang of regret, wondering what would happen inside that illusion array.
Within the illusion array, Mu Qing's body continuously shifted and flickered, his brows tightly furrowed as he tried to find an exit.
But just then, the faint sound of footsteps abruptly echoed, freezing his gaze.
Slowly turning his body, Mu Qing saw a figure standing behind him—someone even younger than himself, with a hint of cold, fierce killing intent between his brows.
"Lin Feng?" Mu Qing raised an eyebrow and asked coldly.
Lin Feng didn't respond, merely staring at him with indifference. "You were looking for me?"
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Mu Qing revealed a faint smile. "Let's leave the illusion first. I've heard you're strong, that you insulted the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind of our Tian Feng Kingdom. I want to spar with you."
"Why leave the illusion? We can do it right here," Lin Feng said blandly, causing Mu Qing's expression to darken. "If we fight in here, and you use this illusion array against me, wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"
"You overestimate yourself. Dealing with you doesn't require using the illusion array!" Lin Feng said coldly. As his words fell, he stepped forward, his figure moving like the wind, instantly appearing before Mu Qing and throwing a punch directly at him.
"Hmph!"
Seeing Lin Feng attack directly, Mu Qing snorted coldly. This Lin Feng was incredibly bold—a mere Mysterious Martial Realm Third Layer cultivator daring to clash fists with him, not even mobilizing his true essence. Wasn't this suicide?
How could the strength of a Mysterious Martial Realm Third Layer cultivator compare to his Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer?
Their fists collided quickly, producing a dull thud.
The moment they clashed, Mu Qing's gaze froze. From Lin Feng's fist, a terrifying force surged, sending his body flying backward.
So strong... Lin Feng's power was terrifying. His bare fist was harder than steel.
Without pursuing, Lin Feng merely stared coldly at Mu Qing, his eyes icy.
Mu Qing stared back at Lin Feng, a numbing sensation spreading through his fist. He circulated a stream of true essence through his hand, which eased the discomfort slightly.
It seemed he had been careless. Lin Feng was not to be underestimated.
"Another waste," Lin Feng said indifferently, then stepped forward again, freezing Mu Qing's expression. Waste? And Lin Feng had used the word "another." In Lin Feng's eyes, the Seven Envoys of Heavenly Wind, these geniuses of Tian Feng Kingdom, were all wastes!
A wild, demonic light flickered faintly in Mu Qing's palm. Raising his fist, Mu Qing did not retreat but charged at Lin Feng once more.
The roar of dragons and the cry of elephants echoed from Mu Qing's fist, where the shadow of a demon elephant faintly appeared, carrying the force of a thousand jun, rushing toward Lin Feng.
The demon elephant—limitless strength. The Ten Thousand Elephants Technique gathered the power of ten thousand elephants.
"Boom!" The wild, misty illusionary fog trembled violently. Lin Feng and Mu Qing's fists clashed for the second time. This time, neither retreated, their bodies locked in place.
"Not bad, but I've only used the power of a thousand elephants. If I unleash the full power of ten thousand elephants, one punch and you're dead," Mu Qing stared into Lin Feng's eyes, sneering coldly. "Those people wanted to invite you to the Xiang River bank for a chat. It seems unnecessary now. I can kill you right here."
"Scram."
The moment Mu Qing's words fell, a terrifying black Yuan force swirled in Lin Feng's hand. An overwhelming power surged through Mu Qing's fist, pressing into his body, causing him to tremble and be forced back again.
This scene stiffened Mu Qing's expression. He had been gloating just moments ago, but the next instant, Lin Feng had pushed him back again. Being repelled twice in a row was humiliating.
"You're asking for death."
Mu Qing roared in anger. A distant, resonant elephant cry emanated from his body, and the shadows of ten thousand elephants seemed to appear, charging forth.
"Ten Thousand Elephants Technique, breath like ten thousand elephants, surging endlessly, trampling all, destroy!"
Mu Qing shouted coldly, channeling the power of ten thousand elephants. His body turned into a gale, like a demon elephant, charging forward with terrifying force toward Lin Feng.
Ten thousand elephants—like ten thousand demon elephants stampeding. The sheer ferocity and power of such an assault were unimaginable.
As Mu Qing charged, the very space seemed to twist.
"Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer, Ten Thousand Elephants Power," Lin Feng murmured to himself. A strange luster covered his entire body, a black radiance flowing continuously across his form. His fist was coated in a layer of black flowing light.
"Perfect. Let's test how strong the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art really is."
Lin Feng showed no sign of weakness. He stepped forward, his body lunging, and threw a punch straight ahead.
This punch seemed to distort space itself. Its light eclipsed everything else—the Buddha-Demon Fist.
"Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Force!"
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The ten thousand elephants roared; the Buddha-Demon howled. The power of ten thousand elephants clashed with the Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Force. Space twisted, and a vortex seemed to form between Mu Qing and Lin Feng—a terrifying whirlwind.
"How is this possible? How?"
Mu Qing's expression froze. The Ten Thousand Elephants Technique was the signature technique of his sect, the Ten Thousand Elephants Sect, with boundless power. The Ten Thousand Elephants Power was pure strength, capable of breaking through everything. Anyone at the Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer struck by it would surely die.
Yet Lin Feng, a Mysterious Martial Realm Third Layer cultivator—if he had used a sword or some divine ability to elevate his attack power to the Fourth or even Fifth Layer, Mu Qing could accept that. But Lin Feng had merely used a single punch, a terrifyingly powerful punch that seemed to suppress his Ten Thousand Elephants Power.
"Scram!" Lin Feng took a small step forward. The dark demonic light swirled and surged again, a terrifying force trembling through Mu Qing's arm with a crisp cracking sound. Mu Qing's body was sent flying backward once more.
Defeated. The Ten Thousand Elephants Power was no match for the other's Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Force.
But this was far from over. As Mu Qing retreated, he felt a breeze brush past him. Lin Feng's figure followed closely, a killing aura enveloping his body, making him freeze entirely.
"Die!"
Lin Feng shouted softly and threw another punch.
"Ten Thousand Elephants Prajna." Mu Qing's face darkened as he thrust both palms forward in a hasty defense. Lin Feng's terrifying physical strength slammed into Mu Qing, causing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.
So terrifying. Lin Feng's power was too frightening. And it seemed he didn't need to gather true essence like Mu Qing to use the Ten Thousand Elephants Power. With a casual raise of his hand, he unleashed immense strength—pure physical power.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom..."
One shocking, thunderous sound after another continuously emerged from the mist, causing the crowd outside the Cloud Sea Sect to stare intently at the misty formation. Such violent tremors—what was happening inside? Was Lin Feng pounding Mu Qing, or was Mu Qing relentlessly attacking Lin Feng?
"Ah..."
A sharp, piercing cry rang out, filled with endless frustration and agony. That voice belonged to Mu Qing.
"Lin Feng is too terrifying. As expected, Mu Qing is no match for Lin Feng. Coming to kill people from the Cloud Sea Sect—looks like he's doomed this time."
The crowd thought to themselves. Inside the formation at that moment, Mu Qing's face was covered in blood. Blood flowed from his nostrils, mouth, and ears—all seven orifices bleeding. Lin Feng's relentless punches kept shaking him, worsening his injuries, driving him nearly mad.
Looking at Lin Feng now, he was like a god of slaughter, staring at Mu Qing, ready to strike again.
"I surrender!"
Mu Qing roared, raising his hand to signal a halt. Lin Feng paused. Surrender?
"I admit defeat. I came here because someone wanted to see you. The people of our Tian Feng Kingdom invite you to the Xiang River bank, where you made your name in Snow Moon last time. Do you dare to come?"
Mu Qing raised his hand toward Lin Feng, signaling a truce.
A mocking expression appeared on Lin Feng's face. "I'll go. But before I do, you die first."
"I was just delivering a message," Mu Qing's face stiffened, fear filling his eyes.
"Delivering a message? You delivered a message by killing people from my Cloud Sea Sect? You delivered a message by trying to break into my sect? You delivered a message by saying just now that you'd kill me directly if you could?"
Lin Feng found it almost laughable. This Mu Qing was truly ridiculous. Only when he realized he couldn't win did he cower and claim to be a messenger.
"What do you want?" Mu Qing's face was pale and stiff as he stared at Lin Feng.
"Your life." Lin Feng spat out the words. His figure moved like the wind, channeling all the Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Force into a single strike that slammed into Mu Qing. Mu Qing's body trembled, frozen in place. Blood gushed more violently from his seven orifices. Then, a flash of cold light flickered as true essence surged like a sword.
Mu Qing's head flew into the air. Dead!