Chapter 668: Demonic Light in the Night
What made Blood Fiend's heart tremble even more was that the shocking wound was rapidly healing.
Such a terrifying wound was actually healing on its own!
Raising his head again, Blood Fiend saw Jun Moxi's faint smile, and his heart pounded violently. Retreat—now, he could only retreat.
But at this moment, how could Jun Moxi give him a chance to escape? A terrifying wave of vast righteous qi surged forth like a flood of wild beasts, madly pouring out and directly slamming into Blood Fiend's ghostly figure. The righteous qi enveloped his entire spectral form.
Blood Fiend's body gradually solidified as waves of powerful righteous qi continuously invaded his body, causing blood to seep from the corners of his mouth, his face stiff and rigid.
"Go!" Blood Fiend roared angrily, using all his strength to strike at Jun Moxi. His ghostly figure drifted back like a shadow, instantly reaching a thousand meters away, his aura fluctuating violently. But the next moment, his gaze froze again as rolling righteous qi surged toward him, and Jun Moxi's body closed in once more.
His face stiffened, and a sense of helplessness washed over Blood Fiend as he roared at Jun Moxi, "I admit defeat."
Jun Moxi's body halted, stopping in front of Blood Fiend. The rolling righteous qi ultimately did not strike out. Blood Fiend had conceded; the battle was over.
Defeated. In this battle, Blood Fiend had lost.
Jun Moxi's righteous qi had suppressed Blood Fiend's corpse qi. And Jun Moxi's martial soul... what was it?
At this moment, Blood Fiend stared at Jun Moxi's wound, which was completely healed, as if it had never been injured. The crowd's gazes were also fixed on Jun Moxi's wound. Such a terrible gash—moments ago, they had only seen a surge of righteous qi dispel the evil corpse qi from the wound, and then Jun Moxi had returned to normal. What kind of power was this? Jun Moxi's martial soul?
"What is your martial soul?" Blood Fiend's gaze locked onto Jun Moxi. He had lost, and lost so inexplicably.
"This defeat is not your fault. His martial soul is the extremely rare Undying Martial Soul—immortal and indestructible. No matter how powerful the attack that lands on him, it cannot kill him. He can recover instantly. To kill him, there is only one method: strike him with overwhelming force, annihilate him completely in one blow, and scatter his soul. Only then, even with the Undying Martial Soul, would he be dead and unable to recover. But below the Heavenly Martial Realm, it is impossible to obliterate him completely."
From the void, the Yin Sha Old Man's cold, sinister voice rolled forth, causing the crowd's eyes to tremble. Jun Moxi's martial soul was the extremely rare Undying Martial Soul.
"What a terrifying martial soul."
The crowd's hearts pounded. Although it did not enhance attacks, the Undying Martial Soul was immortal and indestructible. Possessing such a martial soul was like having an undying body. Unless someone far stronger than him used absolute power to directly suppress and annihilate him, he would not die. Below the Heavenly Martial Realm, no one could kill Jun Moxi.
"Undying Martial Soul." Blood Fiend murmured, his gaze evil and cold, staring at Jun Moxi. "It seems my defeat is not unjust."
"Your martial soul is also formidable. Otherwise, you might not be able to speak with me right now," Jun Moxi said calmly, then turned and walked away. This battle, Jun Moxi had won.
Jun Moxi had overwhelmingly defeated Blood Fiend. It seemed he had almost secured a spot in the top four. Terrifying strength.
Moreover, with Duan Wudao's power, there was no doubt he would enter the top four. If Lin Feng could also defeat Blood Fiend, then three of the top four seats in this Snow Domain Grand Competition would belong to the Dragon Mountain Empire faction. Even more terrifying was that both Duan Wudao and Lin Feng were geniuses from Snow Moon, a vassal state of the Dragon Mountain Empire. Was Snow Moon now in an era of geniuses? Two of them were shining so brightly on the stage of the Snow Domain Grand Competition.
The battles continued, but the later fights could no longer capture everyone's attention. When this round ended and it was Lin Feng's turn to fight again, the crowd's hearts trembled once more.
There was no doubt that this would be another clash of titans. Moreover, Lin Feng had already won ten battles. His remaining opponents were only the four strongest. He had no other choices left, so it would only be a battle of the strong.
Lin Feng's four remaining opponents were: Imperial Mausoleum, Duan Wudao, Jun Moxi, and Blood Fiend.
In this battle, who would Lin Feng choose as his opponent?
His gaze slowly turned, and finally, Lin Feng's eyes fixed on Blood Fiend.
"You seemed to say you wanted to kill me. So now, I'll give you a chance to kill me."
Lin Feng looked at Blood Fiend and spoke slowly, causing Blood Fiend's eyes to freeze. Lin Feng had actually chosen him. This bastard had regarded him as the weakest, because aside from Yu Mo, Lin Feng had started from the weakest and fought his way up, with opponents growing stronger. Now, by picking him as an opponent, Lin Feng clearly believed he was inferior to Duan Wudao and Imperial Mausoleum.
Although Blood Fiend had lost to Jun Moxi, his extreme arrogance still made him believe his strength could match the others.
"Perfect. I'll use you to reclaim the dignity of my defeat." After one round of battle, Blood Fiend's body had recovered. Night was gradually falling. In the darkness, only a full moon shone upon the earth, illuminating the stage of the Snow Domain Grand Competition.
The ultimate battles of the Snow Domain Grand Competition had no distinction between day and night—only victory and defeat, only strength and weakness. This was a battle for honor. After this battle, each of their names would spread across the Snow Domain. Whether they would be remembered with scorn or as heroes and villains depended on what glory they could earn on this battle stage and how brightly they could shine.
"Night is my favorite. Darkness was born for me." Blood Fiend licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with demonic light. But Lin Feng, who stepped forward, only looked at him calmly, so calm that there was hardly any ripple.
"You always thought you were the strongest, but now that you've already lost, you still have such confidence. I don't know whether to admire you or mock you."
Lin Feng chuckled lightly, but it made Blood Fiend's eyes stiffen. Those eerie, bloodthirsty pupils stared dead at Lin Feng.
"Once I drain your true essence and devour your flesh and blood, you'll know the cruelty of the night," Blood Fiend said slowly as he stepped forward. A terrifying wave of corpse qi roared and surged, deeper and more sinister in the night, elusive and unfathomable.
Evil was naturally more suited to existing in darkness, and Blood Fiend, who specialized in evil arts, was no exception.
"Night... actually, I can like it too." Lin Feng glanced at the sky. The distant night was so pitch-black and profound.
When Lin Feng's gaze turned back to Blood Fiend, a cold, icy light burst forth, so bone-chillingly cold, like the radiance of demonic dao, the pupils of a demon king. That single glance made Blood Fiend's eyes tremble. In that moment, that instant of coldness seemed to pierce his heart.
"Jun Moxi used righteousness to suppress evil, defeating you with vast righteous qi. Now, I will use demonic power to suppress evil. Let's see which is stronger—demonic or evil."
Lin Feng uttered a sound from his mouth, causing the crowd's eyes to narrow. Lin Feng wanted to use demonic power to suppress evil? Did he have other powerful methods besides the Golden Body Buddha and the Blood-Drinking Sword Dao?
Lin Feng—how many techniques did he have? How many trump cards?
The more the crowd looked at Lin Feng, the more he seemed like a mysterious figure, one they could never fully see through.
Lin Feng, from a mere Mysterious Martial Realm Fifth Layer nobody, had now been ranked by everyone among the five strongest of the Snow Domain Grand Competition. If he defeated Blood Fiend, a spot in the top four would be his.
In the darkness, wisps of dark light drifted around Lin Feng's body, covering him. This faint dark light was even deeper than the darkness of the night itself, like demonic radiance.
The crowd's eyes all focused, staring at Lin Feng's body. They saw Lin Feng, from head to toe, gradually being wrapped in a layer of dark light. His body grew taller and more imposing, his form becoming dark and profound, indestructible.
His pupils became such that a single glance would make one's heart tremble incessantly.
"This is... a demon!"
The crowd's hearts trembled once more. Lin Feng could not only transform into a Golden Body Buddha, but now he could also manifest as a Dark Demon Lord!