Chapter 515: Refining, Devouring
The light of destruction reflected on Lin Feng and Feng Chen's faces, making their features appear extremely eerie, with clusters of light flickering incessantly.
Through the destructive light between them, the two stood one above the other, their eyes locked, both filled with the determination to annihilate the other. It was a battle where either you die or I perish—neither could retreat.
"Lin Feng, today will be your day of death."
A cold voice emerged from Feng Chen's mouth, brimming with intense confidence. This time, he was certain he would kill Lin Feng.
"Day of death?" A faint smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's lips as he spat out an icy voice: "You're too confident."
"Confidence requires strength. Your true essence is depleted, all merged into this black lotus. I'd like to see what you'll use to resist me."
Feng Chen's voice mingled with the crackling sound of tearing, the terrifying beam of light persisting. At this moment, Feng Chen slowly raised his left hand, a dark thunderflame flickering incessantly, extremely fearsome.
"Feng Chen still has reserves, but Lin Feng has already gone all out."
The crowd's eyes trembled. It seemed that this time, Lin Feng was truly in trouble.
A hint of mockery appeared in Lin Feng's eyes—yes, mockery. A terrifying roar of the azure dragon erupted, and seven azure dragon claws merged with the Purple Serpent Martial Soul, manifesting on Lin Feng's shoulders. They coiled there, spinning in reverse like Lin Feng's body, staring at Feng Chen.
"Hmph!" Feng Chen sneered coldly. His eerie black wings suddenly spread wide, flapping slowly in the void. Those wings alone were enough to counter Lin Feng's martial soul.
"Wraith Soul."
Lin Feng murmured inwardly. That pale, ghostly face seemed ready to drift out, an eerie wave surging toward Feng Chen, causing his spirit to tremble.
"Soul attack!"
Feng Chen's gaze froze for a moment, then he said coldly: "Such a weak fluctuation of soul power can't affect me. Give up."
With that, Feng Chen's body shuddered violently. The terrifying thunderflame fluctuations seeped further into the black lotus. The thunderflame sphere and the Netherworld Black Lotus were both being steadily eroded. In Feng Chen's view, once Lin Feng's black lotus was annihilated and his true essence exhausted, what could Lin Feng use to fight? He would surely die.
"Is that so?" Lin Feng said coldly. Tens of thousands of remnant souls surged wildly from his body, all imprinting themselves into the Wraith Soul. An extremely fearsome soul fluctuation erupted from the Wraith Soul, striking Feng Chen without any obstruction. It made Feng Chen's entire body tremble violently, even the eerie mark on his brow rippled slightly, weakening a bit.
Feng Chen's soul was under attack, his spirit fluctuating violently, unable to concentrate. His mind grew dazed, and even the destructive thunderflame in his hand was affected.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng opened his mouth, and a terrifying sound emerged from his lips. Along with this sound, a mouthful of true essence shot out—killing true essence, sharp as a deadly sword.
"Oh?"
The crowd's pupils contracted at this sight. The battle seemed to have taken a turn. Lin Feng had begun to counterattack Feng Chen.
In his haze, Feng Chen sensed this terrifying true essence sword. Gritting his teeth, he unhesitatingly hurled the thunderflame he had gathered. With a booming sound, that mouthful of true essence was instantly annihilated, but a mocking smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's lips.
In his daze, Feng Chen had used a powerful thunderflame to counter a casual mouthful of true essence—what a waste.
"Die."
Lin Feng roared in fury, his long hair flying and standing on end in the void. His entire body exuded an incredibly terrifying killing intent, one that slaughtered and destroyed everything.
His body pressed downward, the destructive Netherworld Black Lotus bearing down. At the same time, a furious roar rang out, and the merged azure dragon soul lunged at Feng Chen.
Feng Chen bit his lip hard. The sharp pain cleared his mind a little. Terrifying beams of thunderflame flickered incessantly within his body, all surging toward the seven-headed azure dragon.
"Boom!"
The explosive storm raged. Lin Feng's body pressed down violently, destructive forces wreaking havoc. The thunderflame sphere and the destructive black lotus both vanished without a trace, but Lin Feng's body didn't pause for a moment. He continued pressing downward. On his fists, a layer of terrifying, special power circulated endlessly—the Three Thousand Buddha-Demon Power.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Explosive sounds rang out one after another. The seven-headed azure dragon tore at the thunderflame, appearing frenzied. Feng Chen, occupied with fending off the azure dragon, had no time to attend to Lin Feng pressing down on him. Lin Feng's fists slammed into his chest simultaneously. The two terrifying forces made him feel as if his entire body was convulsing, his heart about to leap out. The sound of bones breaking rang out incessantly.
It was an incredibly powerful force, just like the punch Lin Feng had used to kill the Second Envoy, now landing on him.
A mouthful of blood spewed from Feng Chen's mouth. His eyes stared fixedly at Lin Feng. His wings fluttered, and his body spun backward in retreat.
"Flee? Where do you think you're going?"
Lin Feng shouted coldly. Another furious roar erupted. The seven-headed azure dragon quickly clung to Feng Chen, wrapping around his body and linking him to Lin Feng.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng roared again. Using the rebound force, his body descended instantly. Two more terrifying, flesh-and-blood fists struck. The sound of cracking bones rang out again, and Feng Chen's body retreated once more.
"Boom, boom, boom, crack..."
A series of terrifying sounds rang out continuously. Feng Chen's body was tightly bound. No matter how his wings flapped, he couldn't break free. Every punch Lin Feng landed on him made his bones feel like they were about to shatter. Though his strength was formidable, he couldn't withstand such relentless devastation.
"Ah..."
A painful howl rang out. A terrifying, pitch-black light burst from Feng Chen's body, shooting into the sky. The blood within him seemed to ignite, making him appear even more eerie.
"Get off!"
A powerful force slashed at the tentacles binding him, severing them. Feng Chen's wings flapped wildly as he retreated frantically.
"Soul Banner."
Lin Feng roared. The Soul Banner drifted into his hand, and at the same time, he stepped forward. The severed tentacles surged again, binding Feng Chen once more.
At this moment, Feng Chen's aura fluctuated violently. He was already half-dead, drenched in blood, as if he had gone mad. Chaotic, boiling power erupted wildly, continuously cutting the merged martial soul tentacles binding him.
A ray of sunlight shone on him, feeling scorching hot. Looking up, Feng Chen saw Lin Feng standing above him, holding the Soul Banner, like a flame soul god.
"You revere the glory of your ancestors, but that glory was never meant to be yours. In the past, the Heavenly Wind Demon Venerable could devour the Heavenly Wind Demon Venerable, but you can't even unleash the power of your bloodline. What right do you have to revere it? Since you can't use this bloodline, leave it to me."
Lin Feng said slowly. His body moved, and the Soul Banner, carrying the light of the sun, danced through the air, directly wrapping Feng Chen's body within it.
In an instant, Feng Chen was imprinted onto the Soul Banner. A terrifying flame blazed fiercely, refining his body.
"Ah..."
Feng Chen screamed and howled madly, trying to break free from the Soul Banner. But the power binding him was too strong. With his current strength, he could no longer resist. He could only endure the torment of the flames as his flesh was slowly devoured.
"Roar..."
A furious roar rang out. The merged martial soul transformed into seven heads, charging onto the Soul Banner, directly devouring Feng Chen, consuming the bloodline power within him.
The flames refined Feng Chen's flesh, refining the thunderflame on his body. The martial soul devoured his bloodline power. And Lin Feng's own soul power extinguished Feng Chen's soul, taking everything from Feng Chen that could be used—and what couldn't be used, it erased.
"Since you can't use this bloodline, leave it to me."
The crowd felt their hearts tremble violently. Shocking. What was happening in the void was too shocking.
Lin Feng didn't just want victory. What he wanted was the essence of Feng Chen—refining the thunderflame, devouring the bloodline power, and completely erasing the rest.
The merged martial soul could directly devour bloodline power, and the Soul Banner could refine thunderflame. This Lin Feng was far too monstrous. He was only at the Third Layer of the Mysterious Martial Realm now. If he grew stronger, when he stepped into the Heavenly Martial Realm, he would be terrifying.
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