# Chapter 1010: Devouring Martial Soul
Those dark, profound eyes stared at Qiu Junluo, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. On Lin Feng's cold face, a smile actually appeared, but this smile only brought coldness to Qiu Junluo.
The miserable howling finally subsided. Everyone who had come with him was burned to ashes in the flames, dead, not a single one left alive—all killed by Lin Feng.
These people wanted to establish connections with the Qiu Clan or the Yang Clan. They all had certain statuses, like him, born into large families, possessing bloodline power and formidable strength. Yet, with so many joining forces to attack and kill Lin Feng, the outcome was so tragic. Although they shattered Lin Feng's Void Art, Lin Feng killed them in an instant, annihilating them all in the blink of an eye, and doing so with such a shocking method.
"You still want to kill me?" A voice emerged from Lin Feng's mouth, causing Qiu Junluo's expression to stiffen, becoming extremely ugly.
"There is no mortal enmity between us!" Qiu Junluo said to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng looked at Qiu Junluo's expression, a cold, mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Now you say there's no mortal enmity between us? If there wasn't, why did you want to kill me? Since you wanted to kill me, then I have mortal enmity with you!"
As Lin Feng spoke, he shook his head slightly, a look of contempt in his eyes. In the past, Qiu Junluo had looked at him with this same contemptuous gaze, as if looking down from a great height. He possessed noble bloodline, powerful talent, and a good background, so he stood high above looking down at Lin Feng. But he lost the first time, and the second time, Lin Feng looked at him with contempt.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you?" Lin Feng asked Qiu Junluo.
This made Qiu Junluo's expression stiffen, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart—hope of survival.
"Why?" Qiu Junluo asked.
"You looked down on me because of your Martial Soul, priding yourself on your bloodline power. I also want you to see my Martial Soul and feel my bloodline power!" Lin Feng said with a faint smile, causing Qiu Junluo's eyes to freeze. Then, a terrifying howling sound rang out, and an extremely powerful bloodline aura surged from Lin Feng's body. The bloodline roared like a raging ocean, and at this moment, Qiu Junluo felt exceptionally small.
Before this terrifying bloodline power, he felt the insignificance of his own bloodline power.
What kind of bloodline was this? And what kind of Martial Soul would it give birth to?
Soon, Qiu Junluo saw it, but he was instantly stunned, staring blankly behind Lin Feng. Nine demonic dragons soared upward from behind Lin Feng.
Demonic dragons—the royal clan of the demon realm. If Lin Feng's bloodline weren't strong, even if demonic dragons were born, Qiu Junluo wouldn't be so shocked. At most, Lin Feng's Martial Soul might have been inherited from his ancestors.
However, under such terrifying bloodline power, giving birth to nine demonic dragon Martial Souls could only mean that the bloodline within Lin Feng's body was dragon bloodline power.
The terrifying dragon bloodline power had bestowed upon Lin Feng the Demonic Dragon Martial Soul, and it would also grant Lin Feng formidable divine abilities.
This demonic beast seemed to be a Nine Dragons Heaven Devourer, but all nine dragons had sharp claws on their abdomens, taking the form of true demonic dragons—the royal clan of the demon realm. All nine were dragons.
"Roar!" One demonic dragon roared, then suddenly pounced toward Qiu Junluo, causing his entire body to tense. His wings instantly folded, wrapping his body inside. In an instant, Qiu Junluo once again hid within the extremely hard silver wings, completely invisible, with only a mass of silver light flickering in the air.
"Hmph!" Lin Feng smiled coldly, his mind moving. Then the demonic dragon roared, opened its massive mouth, and fiercely bit toward that mass of silver light.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
A series of crisp sounds rang out. The demonic dragon was actually gnawing and devouring the silver wings. However, because the silver wings were extremely hard, even the demonic dragon could only peel them apart bit by bit, slowly devouring them.
"No!"
A painful howl came from within the silver wings. Qiu Junluo naturally knew what was happening. His face was pale as paper, without a trace of color. This demonic dragon was actually devouring his Martial Soul.
"Buzz!"
Silver light burst forth. Qiu Junluo's wings spread open, and he suddenly shot into the sky.
"Ooooh..." A terrifying dragon roar suddenly rang out from the void, shaking Qiu Junluo's body violently. He almost couldn't keep his footing, his head spinning.
This roar was a dragon's roar, deafening, as if it wanted to shatter his soul.
"Ooooh..." The demonic dragon roared angrily, dragon cries echoing. Several demonic dragons charged toward Qiu Junluo, then directly grabbed his body. Several demonic dragons bit Qiu Junluo's hands and feet, lifting his body into the void.
Qiu Junluo's face turned deathly pale from fear, his entire body trembling uncontrollably, filled with boundless terror.
Above Qiu Junluo, a demonic dragon stared at him coldly, then swooped down, opened its huge mouth, and with a cracking sound, devoured one wing of his Martial Soul.
"What do you want?" Qiu Junluo roared at Lin Feng, his face completely drained of color. This demonic dragon was actually devouring his silver wings.
"I spared your life to take your Martial Soul!" Lin Feng looked at Qiu Junluo, who was unable to move in the void, and coldly uttered a voice. Then the demonic dragon opened its mouth again and fiercely devoured the other wing, swallowing it completely.
"Ah..." Qiu Junluo howled in pain. He wanted his Martial Soul—so Lin Feng actually wanted to devour his Martial Soul.
"It's over. Farewell."
"Ooooh!"
As Lin Feng's voice fell, the demonic dragon roared, completely swallowing Qiu Junluo's entire body in one gulp, utterly devouring him.
The demonic dragon roared and returned behind Lin Feng. At this moment, Lin Feng slightly closed his eyes, as if quietly sensing something.
Before, when his Martial Soul was still the Nine Dragons Heaven Devourer, it could devour other Martial Souls for his own use. Not long ago, Lin Feng had drunk dragon blood, using the dragon soul as a guide to activate his bloodline power, greatly enhancing the Nine Dragons Heaven Devourer Martial Soul. But it also caused the Martial Soul to mutate, transforming into separate terrifying demonic dragons.
That dragon roar contained a powerful attack method, a divine ability bestowed upon the Martial Soul by the bloodline power. And it wasn't just that. But Lin Feng didn't know whether, after the Martial Soul's mutation, the devouring ability it once possessed could still be used.
Lin Feng hadn't killed Qiu Junluo at first precisely because he wanted his Martial Soul, using Qiu Junluo as a test subject.
The demonic dragons returned behind Lin Feng, coiling there, roaring between heaven and earth.
At this moment, streaks of silver light flickered. The demonic dragon that had devoured the Martial Soul slowly disappeared. Brilliant white light bloomed, and that demonic dragon actually transformed into silver wings, growing on Lin Feng's back, then slowly spreading open.
"The Nine Dragons Heaven Devourer Martial Soul—even after mutation, it can still devour Martial Souls for my use!" Lin Feng coldly uttered a voice. Then the Nine Dragons Heaven Devourer disappeared, and the brilliant white wings were dazzling, spreading open wildly.
Standing in the void, the silver wings slowly flapped, a shocking sight.
The Silver Wing Martial Soul—now Lin Feng had used the Nine Dragons Heaven Devourer Martial Soul to devour Qiu Junluo's Martial Soul, allowing himself to possess Qiu Junluo's Silver Wing Martial Soul.
"Buzz, buzz!" The silver wings slowly flapped, and rolling roars rang out in the void, with terrifying void waves surging.
"Go!"
Lin Feng shouted coldly, then suddenly leaped into the void. The silver wings flickered, and he disappeared in an instant, as fast as lightning, with terrifying speed.
After Lin Feng left, the space here became quiet again, almost deathly silent. Those people had died, but not even their corpses remained.
In the distance, a Void Ship streaked across the void, arrived here, and stopped. On the Void Ship were actually Yang Zilan's brothers and a powerful Venerable One. They were the ones Qiu Junluo had summoned before his death.
"There is the aura of destructive flames here. There should have been a great battle. Where are the people now? What exactly happened?" That Venerable One stepped into the void, sensing the aura in the air, and said coldly. There were no corpses—either burned by flames or devoured by demonic dragons.
Lin Feng—whether he was dead or alive was unknown.