"Kill me? What gives you the right?"
"Could it be that half-finished Emperor Armament in your hand?"
"Oh, my mistake—that's no half-finished Emperor Armament. It's actually a Demonic Armament, and I hear its power is quite extraordinary, capable of slaying a True Immortal?"
"But I've also heard that after you use that Demonic Armament, you suffer a backlash—and the force of that backlash is no small thing either."
The Soul Infant Sect Master hurled his words at Chu Feng with open mockery. Even though Chu Feng had drawn the Evil God Sword, the look in the Sect Master's eyes was no different from the contemptuous gaze he had directed at Ying Mingchao earlier—brimming with disdain and scorn.
From beginning to end, he had not taken Chu Feng or the Evil God Sword seriously in the slightest.
"You'll find out what kind of power it holds," Chu Feng said coldly.
"So that means you insist on fighting me?"
"Chu Feng, don't say I didn't warn you. The truth is… even with that Demonic Armament, you are absolutely no match for me."
"Because this Dragon Scale Dagger in my hand is a genuine half-finished Immortal Armament!!!"
As the Soul Infant Sect Master spoke, he suddenly thrust the half-finished Immortal Armament skyward. In an instant, a golden radiance shot into the void, and upon entering the sky, it spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it intertwined with his dark, black-tinged aura.
The golden light and the dark flames reflected off one another, blotting out the heavens and sun. It was as if light and darkness had merged together, creating a spectacle of startling, almost otherworldly impact.
Most importantly, the overwhelming might of the half-finished Immortal Armament was now on full display.
Never mind the changes to the scenery high above—even within a radius of several li, its majestic pressure was plainly visible.
Even the allied army standing below was forced to retreat again and again under the crushing waves of aura emanating from the half-finished Immortal Armament. Even Zi Xunyi could not withstand it.
However, they were fortunate to have Zi Xunyi there. Had she not been straining with all her might to hold back the pressure of the half-finished Immortal Armament, Chu Feng and the others would have had their very souls scattered by now.
It truly was a weapon that no Ancestral Armament could rival—one that even a second-grade True Immortal would struggle to contend with.
"No matter how powerful the demonic may be, it is meaningless before the divine. Your Demonic Armament, facing my Dragon Scale Dagger, is nothing but a flood dragon confronting a true dragon—it can only be suppressed by me," the Soul Infant Sect Master said smugly.
"Is that so?"
At that very moment, Chu Feng clenched his grip on the Evil God Sword, and at the same time, his own power surged into the blade.
In the next instant, the Evil God Sword—previously unremarkable in appearance—began to radiate a blood-red aura that coiled around it layer upon layer.
BOOM—
Right after, upon the void already blanketed by dark auras and golden light, a mass of blood-red clouds erupted from directly above Chu Feng's head.
Those blood clouds roiled and churned, devouring the dark aura and the golden radiance in the blink of an eye.
In that moment, there was no more black flame in the sky, no more golden light.
There was only a sky full of blood-red clouds, rolling and surging with an overwhelming, tyrannical presence—as if declaring to the world that this was its domain.
The blood clouds exuded a demonic energy that pierced the heavens. In the face of that terrifying power, the malicious aura that the dark flames had emanated before was utterly laughable, not worth a single mention.
In that instant, not only the Soul Infant Sect Master—even the people standing behind Chu Feng turned pale with fright.
At this moment, Chu Feng's entire body was enveloped in that blood-red aura, and from him radiated a colossal demonic energy.
That demonic energy was far too terrifying—it was the most horrifying presence any of them had ever sensed.
Even though Chu Feng was not directing it at them in the slightest, they could not help but shudder to their bones, gripped by a primal terror that rose from the very depths of their souls.
Even the Soul Infant Sect Master, who moments ago had still been wearing a look of smug satisfaction, furrowed his brows tightly after glancing at the sky shrouded by those blood-red clouds.