# Chapter 678: Destroying the Seal Gate
Duan Wudao's face darkened. Sword cultivators were always known for their powerful offensive capabilities. Lin Feng possessed Sword Dao Will at the fifth level, and with the Blood Drinking Sword, every strike he made was terrifying. Moreover, Duan Wudao had personally witnessed the speed of Lin Feng's sword strikes when he fought against Imperial Mausoleum—fast, incredibly fast. Therefore, even though he still carried immense confidence, Duan Wudao dared not underestimate Lin Feng.
Taking a step forward, a terrifying sealing aura seemed to want to seal Lin Feng within that narrow space.
"Reverse Killing Fist!" With a fierce roar, endless fist shadows flooded the heavens and earth, blasting toward Lin Feng. Duan Wudao stamped his foot on the ground, his body soaring into the air as kingly aura erupted wildly. He roared again: "Seal for me!"
As his voice fell, a terrifying sealing force seemed to surround Lin Feng's body, sealing him within a space. Blood-colored sword light madly swept through, annihilating the sky-covering fist shadows. Looking up, Lin Feng saw Duan Wudao pressing down from the sky with his domineering kingly fist, the overbearing kingly aura seeming to descend upon the world, frantically crushing down upon him, wanting to shatter him into pieces.
A killing sword intent shot up into the sky. Lin Feng's entire body once again transformed into a sword, countless sword qi surging toward the heavens, only to be annihilated beneath the domineering kingly fist.
Then, Lin Feng's body moved, moving together with the blood sword. The thirteenth sword of the Blood Drinking Thirteen Swords—so fast that the eye could not follow. He and his sword light merged into one, flashing past in an instant.
"Seal! Boom!"
A violent sound of explosion echoed through the void. Then both bodies landed. Duan Wudao took a few steps back, reaching out to grasp—in his hand were a few strands of black hair, severed by sword qi that had grazed his ear.
Looking at Lin Feng, Duan Wudao's eyes still brimmed with overbearing intent.
"No wonder you could defeat Imperial Mausoleum. With your Eighth Layer of Mysterious Martial Realm cultivation, fifth-level Sword Dao Will, and that blood sword, there are few below the Heavenly Martial Realm who can surpass you. But beneath the glory of the Seal Gate, you have no chance at all."
As Duan Wudao's words fell, the sealing aura of ancient times once again spread and bloomed. In the distant void, it seemed as if eight Seal Gates had traversed the ancient ages, hanging in the sky—shocking to behold. Within them, terrifying sealing power emanated.
The Seal Gate had appeared again.
Could Lin Feng deal with these eight Seal Gates?
Imperial Mausoleum had been completely sealed under these eight gates. He had used overwhelming force to shatter the Seal Gates, but by then it was already too late. Duan Wudao had seized the moment to blast Imperial Mausoleum into the ground with terrifying power, defeating him. Now, how could Lin Feng withstand Duan Wudao's eight Seal Gates?
Staring at the eight Seal Gates in the void, suddenly, a terrifying blaze of flame erupted from Lin Feng's body, shooting into the sky—all of it flame radiance, dazzling as the sun.
The Yang Fire True Yuan power of the Eighth Layer of Mysterious Martial Realm was fully released.
The crowd stared at Lin Feng. Flames? Was Lin Feng going to use flames to resist those eight Seal Gates in the void? But how could that be possible? Imperial Mausoleum had only managed to shatter the Seal Gates with overwhelming force. Although Lin Feng's flame power was formidable, it was absolutely insufficient to destroy these Seal Gates. Impossible.
The terrifying flames instantly surged toward the sky, wildly turbulent. Lin Feng's body, however, kept retreating, as if buying time.
"Flee? Can you escape?" Duan Wudao sneered coldly, roaring: "Seal!"
As his voice fell, the eight Seal Gates transformed into eight black beams of light, flashing toward Lin Feng.
"Black Lotus!"
A low voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth. All the terrifying Yang Fire True Yuan power instantly converged at a single point, compressing madly, happening with inconceivable speed.
A destructive power spread from Lin Feng's body. The crowd only saw Lin Feng's palm rise, and a terrifying dark lotus bloomed there.
Deep, dark—all of it the aura of annihilation.
All of this happened extremely fast, unbelievably fast. The eight Seal Gates descended upon Lin Feng in an instant, but they saw Lin Feng's hand slightly loosen, and a word sound emerged from his mouth: "Shatter!"
"Boom!"
When the eight Seal Gates descended, a power of annihilation burst forth from within. The crowd only saw a terrifying pitch-black light bloom, engulfing Lin Feng's body.
This shocking scene, happening in an instant, seemed to take their breath away.
The Seal Gates shattered in space, disappeared, turned into nothingness. When everything returned to calm and Lin Feng's figure reappeared, he still stood proudly on the battle platform.
The Seal Gate had been broken.
"Broken?" The crowd's eyes froze there, staring blankly at Lin Feng on the battle platform. That terrifying dark lotus—such powerful destructive force—had actually shattered even the eight Seal Gates.
"Cough, cough!"
Duan Wudao grunted, his aura slightly fluctuating. In his battle with Imperial Mausoleum, his Seal Gates had been shattered, wounding his martial soul once. Now, his Seal Gates had been shattered by Lin Feng again, causing his soul power to tremble once more.
"Do I need to flee?" Lin Feng's indifferent voice emerged from his mouth, looking at Duan Wudao. Eight Seal Gates—still shattered before me.
"Using all your true yuan power to transform into flames, is that it? Let's see how you fight me now."
Duan Wudao's gaze was icy cold, staring at Lin Feng. But Lin Feng sneered coldly: "The use of the Seal Gate martial soul can't be endless, can it? You probably can't use it a second time. With your soul wounded, how can you fight me?"
As his voice fell, Buddha-Demon power swirled around his body. Dots of dark light seemed to transform the surrounding space into night. Around Lin Feng's body, a world of darkness appeared.
That day, when Lin Feng fought against Blood Fiend, the Dark Demon Lord had appeared again. Around the Demon Lord's body, everything was shrouded in shadow.
Duan Wudao had asked how Lin Feng could fight him.
Lin Feng, in turn, asked how Duan Wudao could contend with him.
Looking at the Demon Lord's body and Duan Wudao, even now, the crowd still couldn't predict how the battle would end. In this Snow Domain Grand Competition, who would win?
"You'll see." Duan Wudao spat out an icy cold voice, his head slightly raised, still so proud.
Extending both hands, a terrifying aura swirled around his body. Then, before his hands, illusory gates appeared.
"True geniuses and experts can integrate the power of their martial soul into themselves. Even without relying on the martial soul, they can still use formidable power. The eight Wheel Gates are gone, but the seal remains. Today, I'll show you what it means to be a genius!"
The crowd's eyes fixed on the illusory Seal Gates in Duan Wudao's hands, their hearts trembling incessantly. True geniuses could integrate the power of their martial soul into divine abilities and techniques—this they also understood. The power of the martial soul should not be limited to the martial soul itself.
Taking a step forward, Duan Wudao's body once again stepped toward Lin Feng, arriving before him in an instant.
Illusory sealing light pressed toward Lin Feng's body. Lin Feng's eyes narrowed, and a fist brimming with terrifying demonic intent blasted out. But that illusory gate directly pierced through it, imprinting into Lin Feng's body, causing the crowd's eyes to freeze. This intangible sealing power—perhaps not as strong as the Seal Gate's sealing power—was impossible to guard against.
"Seal for me."
Duan Wudao roared furiously. Countless illusory Seal Gates madly imprinted onto Lin Feng's body, sealing even his Demon Lord form.
"Overbearing Kingly Fist." The kingly aura frantically bloomed. Duan Wudao leaped forward, arriving before Lin Feng. Endless fists blasted at the Demon Lord's form. Rumbling sounds continuously rang out. Lin Feng's Demon Lord form emitted cracking sounds, shattering.
"Kill for me." Lin Feng roared furiously. Endless demon light bloomed. A terrifying demonic palm burst forth from the void, colliding with Duan Wudao. At the same time, the Yaksha Lord form appeared.
"Break."
Duan Wudao advanced with irresistible momentum. Endless power blasted out, shattering even the Yaksha Lord form. When the final fist landed on Lin Feng's body, the endless demon light dissipated bit by bit. Lin Feng was blasted back dozens of steps, his gaze somewhat frozen.
Duan Wudao did not continue pursuing. His entire aura fluctuated, his soul trembling.
Those illusory Seal Gates were by no means easy to release. For this long-awaited victory, Duan Wudao was fighting with all his strength.
Lin Feng had to be defeated. He, Duan Wudao, was the strongest genius of the Snow Domain Grand Competition, the most dazzling existence.
The Demon Lord shattered. Lin Feng's body stiffened there. He understood clearly that Duan Wudao was fighting him with everything he had, holding nothing back. Even if it meant wounding his soul, he had to drive those terrifying sealing lights into Lin Feng's body.
"Now, your true yuan is exhausted, your demon body shattered, your body sealed—how will you still fight?" Duan Wudao roared loudly, his presence unmatched. Looking at that overbearing figure, the crowd seemed to already see who the final victor of the Snow Domain Grand Competition would be!