"Boom!"
The light blade emitted by the Demon-Sealing Sword was absolutely unstoppable. In a single strike, it shattered
"Damn it!"
Seeing the black light blade hurtling straight toward him, Murong Mingtian cursed aloud. At this distance, he had no time to condense another Martial Art, let alone dodge. Realizing the dire turn of events, he had no choice but to raise the King's weapon in his hand, preparing to meet the attack head-on to block
Boom!
However, what he hadn't expected was that even the residual shockwave alone carried terrifying, overwhelming power. Though he managed to block it, the force sent him hurtling several li through the air.
What mattered more was that when he finally stabilized himself, not only was the King's weapon trembling even more violently than before, but the arm gripping it was shaking fiercely as well. A torrent of blood streamed down from his palm — Murong Mingtian was injured, and badly at that.
"That bastard — how can this brat's combat strength be this terrifying?!"
At this moment, Murong Mingtian's face turned iron-gray, his brows knitted tight. He had finally grasped the gravity of the situation, because he never could have imagined that Chu Feng's combat strength would reach such a level.
In his estimation, the combat strength Chu Feng displayed now was at least no weaker than Dantai Snow's before she had been ambushed. With his current level of strength, it would be extremely difficult for him to contend with Chu Feng.
"Murong Mingtian, Seventh-rank Martial King — is this all you amount to?"
Chu Feng sneered coldly, and at the same time, the Demon-Sealing Sword swept into motion once more. As waves of black light and shadow surged through the void, Chu Feng launched himself at Murong Mingtian again, this time carrying an even greater aura of dominance than before.
"This brat?!"
Watching Chu Feng charge toward him once more, Murong Mingtian's expression changed drastically. In those eyes that had always been calculating and self-assured, a rare flicker of genuine terror appeared. He knew full well that if this continued, what awaited him was nothing but death.
"Murong Mingtian — if you don't use the talisman pills now, when will you?!" At that moment,
Hearing Jiang Qisha's words, Murong Mingtian came to his senses. With a flip of his palm, several talisman pills that Jiang Qisha had granted him appeared in his hand, and he swallowed them without a moment's hesitation.
Boom!
The moment the pills entered his body, a strange fluctuation surged outward from within Murong Mingtian, and bizarre talisman runes began to appear across the surface of his skin.
Those runes resembled dragons and serpents, linked one to another — an eerie sight. Most critically, once the runes manifested, Murong Mingtian's eyes turned hollow, as though he had become a bloodthirsty beast. Murderous intent radiated from every inch of him, a truly terrifying sight.
What was more, at this very moment, Murong Mingtian's aura was climbing explosively, approaching the level of an eighth-rank Martial King. His combat strength had multiplied several times over.
"So when you can't win, you resort to pills? Very well — today I'll make sure you die knowing you never stood a chance."
Though Murong Mingtian's combat strength had surged, Chu Feng showed no fear. Not only did he not slow down, he moved even faster — swinging the Demon-Sealing Sword, he clashed with the pill-enhanced Murong Mingtian.
Boom~! Boom~! Boom~!
This time, their exchange was even more devastating than before. However, Murong Mingtian was no longer as passive as he had been — he could now exchange blows with Chu Feng to some degree. Still, he was no match, and after struggling for only a short while, he found himself at a disadvantage once more.
"No way — that Murong Mingtian took so many powerful forbidden pills and he still can't beat Chu Feng?"
"A bona fide Seventh-rank Martial King isn't even Chu Feng's match? If his strength is truly this terrifying, couldn't he rival Jiang Qisha himself?"
From the moment the two began fighting, every development had been clearly visible to the onlookers. From Murong Mingtian's initial strength, to being completely suppressed by Chu Feng, to taking the talisman pills and holding on, only to be suppressed again — they had witnessed Chu Feng's power time and again.
It turned out that Chu Feng's extraordinary combat strength wasn't limited to his time as a Martial Lord. At the Martial King realm, his combat strength was equally heaven-defying. Regardless of how he had obtained his fourth-rank Martial King cultivation, right now he was genuinely using it to suppress Murong Mingtian, a seventh-rank Martial King.
The old ancestor of the
At this moment, those who had previously taunted Chu Feng as a coward and mocked him as a waste felt a tangled mess of emotions — fear, dread, and bitter regret.
Because right now, Chu Feng had arrived not alone but with the Dark Night Demon Sect's vast army of millions. He had become the sect master of the Dark Night Demon Sect, and possessed cultivation that could suppress Murong Mingtian.
Was such a formidable young man a coward? A waste?
No — none of the above. Chu Feng, as always, had done what no one else dared to do, and they had all been wrong about him, regretting every word they had spoken.
They knew full well that if Chu Feng, now so powerful, wished to destroy them, it would be as easy as crushing an ant. Their deaths would be certain.
Boom~~~~~~!
At that very moment, Chu Feng and Murong Mingtian clashed yet again in a fierce exchange. Though Murong Mingtian successfully blocked the attack, a ghastly bloody gash appeared across his body. He was wounded.
"Jiang Qisha — how long do you plan to just stand there watching the show?!"
Finally, Murong Mingtian could bear it no longer. He roared at Jiang Qisha, who stood at the horizon, watching with folded arms.
"Heh, old fool — giving up already? I actually thought you might be able to stall long enough for that brat's mysterious cultivation to fade."
At that moment, a smile of disappointment curved Jiang Qisha's lips. Like Murong Mingtian, he had already discerned that Chu Feng's current cultivation didn't belong to him. No matter how long that power could persist, it had a time limit — and he was simply waiting for it to dissipate.
"Cut the chatter. I can still handle this brat. Take care of Dantai Snow and the Dark Night Demon Sect's trash while you have the chance!" Murong Mingtian barked.
"Heh, don't rush me. Everything is under control. The Dark Night Demon Sect? Nothing but a bunch of jumping clowns — I can wipe them out whenever I please. As for that Dantai Snow... she truly cannot be allowed to live."
Jiang Qisha wore a cold smile, but his gaze suddenly turned razor-sharp. At the same time, he thrust the fiery red halberd in his hand through the void. He had finally made his move once more.