Chapter 513: Bloodline Power
The crowd all stared at Feng Chen. They could clearly feel his blood boiling, a terrifying aura frantically surging.
"Crack!"
A soft sound rang out, and the pupils of the crowd contracted. They saw two black protrusions appear on Feng Chen's shoulders, the emanating aura growing increasingly terrifying.
"Crack, crack... Boom!"
Accompanied by the sound of wings trembling through space, Feng Chen tilted his head back, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. Behind him, a pair of sinister wings appeared, pitch-black in color, slanting outward. The edges of the wings were shaped like wavy blades, as sharp as knives, gleaming with a dark luster.
Once the wings emerged, a stream of light flowed unceasingly over Feng Chen's body. A dark aura rolled violently all around him—an extremely terrifying presence. It seemed as if a layer of dark radiance had completely enveloped his body.
At the center of Feng Chen's brow, a mass of pitch-black light spun continuously, merging into his forehead. Finally, a clear character appeared there, branded into his brow.
"Wind!"
A sinister "Wind" character. The branding of this character made Feng Chen's pupils grow even more demonic, the corners of his eyes tilting upward like a fiend.
"Bloodline... so it really is bloodline power, a bloodline martial soul."
The hearts of the crowd trembled. In ancient times, when demonic beasts ran rampant, human strength was also greater than it is now. Those who established kingdoms were extremely formidable—even Venerable-level experts. The founder of the Tian Feng Kingdom was also a Venerable, who achieved bloodline power and passed it down through generations. Now, this Feng Chen, like the members of the Snow Moon royal family, had inherited that bloodline power.
Feng Chen's pupils locked onto the crowd, and everyone immediately felt as if they were being stared at by a demonic beast—a chilling sensation.
In Feng Chen's hand, a terrifying black substance roiled. It was flame, but a flame tinged with blue-black darkness. Beams of light flowed across its surface, brimming with destructive power. Those beams were lightning; this flame was lightning-fire.
In the past, the Tian Feng Demon Venerable was immensely powerful, mastering wind, fire, and lightning. Feng Chen possessed the bloodline power passed down from his ancestor, his body containing wind, fire, and lightning.
The wind manifested as the sinister wings on his back; the fire and lightning took the form of the mass of destructive light he held in his hand.
"Feng Chen... how terrifying."
The crowd's hearts trembled. The feeling Feng Chen gave them now was one of dread and shock. Feng Chen was too monstrous.
It seemed the battle between Lin Feng and Feng Chen would be truly interesting. Neither was easy to deal with; both were rare geniuses. And many of them knew that Lin Feng also possessed a bloodline martial soul, with bloodline power flowing through his body—though the concentration of Lin Feng's bloodline power seemed lower than Feng Chen's.
Between the two, who was stronger and who was weaker? No one knew now.
"Hiding it deep enough." Ruo Lanshan's gaze fixed on Feng Chen. The difference between his current self and his usual demeanor was enormous, making it almost impossible to recognize this eerie figure as the smiling young man.
Although he had known that Feng Chen's strength was not weak, he had not expected him to be this powerful. The concentration of his bloodline power seemed very high. He was truly a rare genius. If either of them died in their battle, it would be a pity. Nurturing another such genius would be far too difficult.
But the current situation was that neither Lin Feng nor Feng Chen would back down. They would only stop when the other was dead. He himself had said he would not interfere, so he could only let them fight—a life-and-death battle.
Ruo Lanshan's gaze inadvertently swept over Duan Wuya. Like Feng Chen, Duan Wuya was of the royal bloodline, possessing the bloodline power passed down from a Venerable. Moreover, his cunning and scheming surpassed Feng Chen's. He had never revealed his true strength either. Although he was only ranked fourth among the Eight Young Masters of Snow Moon, his actual combat power was also a mystery.
None of these royal family members were simple. As for the rumored terrifying number one of the Eight Young Masters, Duan Wudao, Ruo Lanshan had not even seen him once in all his time in Snow Moon. The man simply did not give him face. But this was consistent with Duan Wudao's nature: those who follow prosper, those who oppose perish. The world exists for me alone, with no one in his eyes and no Dao in his heart.
Lin Feng also stared at Feng Chen, his gaze cold. That mass of lightning-fire was even stronger than the Second Envoy's lightning. Moreover, this Feng Chen also had wings. With those demonic wings, he would not be easy to deal with.
"Lin Feng, what are your thoughts now?" Feng Chen held the lightning-fire in both hands, his gaze coldly fixed on Lin Feng, a chill seeping from his lips.
"Thoughts?" Lin Feng stared at Feng Chen, speaking coldly: "Arrogant. In this world, you are not the only one with bloodline power."
As Lin Feng's words fell, a dragon's roar erupted. Behind him, seven azure dragons raised their heads in the void, soaring upward, all roaring to the sky.
Clusters of purple light coiled above the azure dragons, like demonic serpents. The Purple Serpent Martial Soul appeared alongside the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul, dragons and serpents dancing together.
Moreover, in the center of the seven azure dragons' heads, there was a mass of netherworld light. A face was imprinted there, like a specter, captivating the soul. This was the Witch Demon Soul that Lin Feng had birthed by devouring Wu Zhen's martial soul.
"Oh?" Feng Chen's brow twitched, his expression cold. This Lin Feng actually had dual martial souls. Moreover, one of them included a netherworld face, seemingly another type of martial soul.
"If your cultivation level were the same as mine, you would indeed pose a great threat to me. But now, how can a Mysterious Martial Realm Third Layer bloodline martial soul compare to my Mysterious Martial Realm Sixth Layer bloodline martial soul?" Feng Chen said coldly.
Then, he took a step forward. A dark luster flowed over his demonic wings, and his body vanished from its original position.
Lin Feng, standing there, only saw a flash of black light before a terrifying aura of destruction enveloped him. His body trembled and he vanished like the wind.
"Crack!"
The dark lightning-fire light blasted into the void, causing that space to tremble and ripple violently. The lightning-fire light scattered in all directions, but Lin Feng's body was no longer there—he had retreated several meters away.
"Fleeing? Can you escape?" Feng Chen sneered. Light flowed over his wings, and his pupils grew even more demonic. His body swayed and vanished once more.
Another wave of oppressive, destructive energy came at him. Lin Feng's pupils turned pitch-black, the Heavenly Radiance light flickering unceasingly within them, as if trying to see through Feng Chen.
Feng Chen was like Chu Zhanpeng of the past, possessing demonic wings. However, Feng Chen's wings were born from inherited bloodline power. When the wings fluttered, they were silent and soundless, lighter and swifter than Dapeng Gongzi's. The wavy blade edges of the wings could easily kill.
Moreover, that mass of lightning-fire was terrifying. If it struck his body, it could probably destroy Lin Feng. Even the Slaughter Sword could not withstand that lightning-fire.
After all, the gap in cultivation between Lin Feng and Feng Chen was enormous, and Feng Chen's own strength was extremely formidable. Other ordinary Mysterious Martial Realm Sixth Layer cultivators would probably be no match for him.
"Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Power—if it collided with this lightning-fire, it would probably be devoured and destroyed." Lin Feng thought to himself. The Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Power was strong, but not enough. He believed that if he had Six Thousand Buddha-Demon Power, he could suppress and crush Feng Chen's lightning-fire with sheer physical strength, obliterating it with a single punch. The power of the Nine Revolutions Buddha-Demon Art suppressed and ignored everything.
Unfortunately, he only had Three Thousand Buddha Power now—not enough.
His Heaven Devouring Martial Soul could swallow everything: demonic beasts, martial souls, and even, after fusion, devour people. However, if the Heaven Devouring Martial Soul were struck by that destructive lightning-fire, it would likely be damaged. It was still a matter of his weaker cultivation level. He and Feng Chen were separated by three major realms.
"The only thing that can clash with Feng Chen and destroy him is the Netherworld Fire, the Netherworld Lotus. And I must pour all my true essence power into it, or I won't be able to kill Feng Chen." Lin Feng analyzed in his mind. This Feng Chen was powerful, possessed bloodline power, and was three major realms above him. Dealing with him was far harder than killing the Second Envoy. Crossing realms to challenge was no problem for him, but crossing three major realms was very difficult. One misstep, and Feng Chen might seize the opportunity to kill him.
As Lin Feng pondered, his movements did not stop. His martial soul howled, and purple light surged toward Feng Chen. But the roaring purple light was instantly destroyed by the lightning-fire, leaving nothing behind. This further confirmed Lin Feng's judgment: aside from the Netherworld Black Lotus, his other powers would struggle against Feng Chen.