chsdbacks 828. No regrets
828. No regrets
An incomparably dark black hole appeared behind the vortex of soul power. Xiao Yan's Heavenly Realm soul was merely a cover for this devouring power. This power of nothingness was Xiao Yan's hidden killing move!
The oncoming super gravity vortex startled Ling Fengzhui. The powerful suction force made him unsteady, and his protective battle qi was completely unable to withstand this level of impact.
Ling Fengzhui was almost about to fall directly into that deep vortex, but at this critical moment, the shadowy figure that had been attached to Ling Fengzhui instantly split and appeared behind him. The shadowy figure transformed back into human form, and its shadowy hands gripped Ling Fengzhui's shoulders tightly. At the same time, Ling Fengzhui's soul power suddenly increased.
Ling Feng twisted his waist to the limit once again, his bones even cracking slightly, and slashed upwards with his sword, a blade of light shooting out into the air.
The moment the blade of light appeared, it shattered one of Xiao Yan's Shadow Needles, preventing Xiao Yan's planned combination of Devouring Power and Shadow Needle Burst from achieving its intended effect.
Ling Fengzhui's soul perception was not much inferior to Xiao Yan's. What was even more terrifying was his precise grasp of the battle situation. Even Xiao Yan could not believe that his invincible Hidden Shadow Needle could be so easily broken by Ling Fengzhui this time.
Ling Fengzhui unleashed the spiritual power that had already merged within his body without reservation. He had no way to escape unless he broke through the most important vortex in front of him.
"Open it!"
A profound blade of light appeared, without excessive display of battle aura, yet it silently sliced through space. It slashed fiercely at the dark vortex, causing the swallowing black hole to tremble with a single strike. Even after Ling Fengzhui turned, the blade of light remained locked onto Xiao Yan, but behind Xiao Yan, countless shadowy figures coalesced, and the cry of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix was deafening.
The Heavenly Ruler, Your Majesty Reigns!
Countless purplish-red dots of light transformed into numerous armored soldiers, each figure now lifelike. Simultaneously, accompanied by an extremely piercing cry of the Heavenly Phoenix, a colossal phantom of the Heavenly Phoenix appeared, radiating terrifying heat capable of scorching mountains and boiling seas, falling from mid-air like a most beautiful and moving fiery meteor.
The two unleashed their full power in mid-air.
boom--
The deafening sound waves materialized into a shockwave that spread wildly, crushing even more distant spaces into dust. An indescribable, terrifying storm was instantly created, signifying that the powers of Ling Fengzhui and Xiao Yan were constantly entangled and clashing at the core.
Such a powerful exchange of blows caused both Xiao Yan and Ling Fengzhui to be directly pushed back by the aftershocks of the explosion.
However, from an angle that was completely imperceptible, a Soul Needle appeared again. This time, Xiao Yan was willing to release the Hidden Shadow Needle even at the cost of suffering more from the effects of the battle.
Ling Fengzhui reacted, but he didn't have time to resist again. Mo Ying reappeared and directly condensed a black blade in front of him to cut through the Hidden Shadow Needle.
The silent collision resulted in the Shadow Needle breaking and the Ink Blade shattering. The Ink Shadow returned to Ling Fengzhui's body in a very disheveled state.
Xiao Yan's figure was thrown back dozens of feet by the aftershocks of the energy before he finally regained his footing. His chest heaved slightly, his blood and qi surging within him. He still gripped the Xuan Heavy Ruler tightly in his hand, the purplish-red flames on its surface flickering erratically. Xiao Yan forcibly suppressed the metallic taste in his throat, and the Burning Flame Technique circulated wildly within his body, greedily absorbing the purer battle qi in the air, which was far more concentrated than outside, to replenish the losses inflicted by the fierce battle.
Ling Fengzhui appeared to be in a more disheveled state, his right hand gripping the chilling longsword tightly, its tip trembling slightly. His ghost-face mask concealed his expression, but a trickle of bright red blood beneath it revealed the sheer brutality of Xiao Yan's attack. Even with the Spirit Clan's runes activated and him at the peak of the late-stage Half-Saint realm, he had suffered a significant impact. The final Hidden Shadow Needle, though not directly piercing his body, had still caused considerable damage to both him and Mo Ying.
He had been giving his all to Xiao Yan, yet Xiao Yan consistently managed to unleash a level comparable to his own. Ling Fengzhui had only ever experienced such strength from other geniuses of the eight clans, never from anyone else.
"Cough cough... Xiao Yan is amazing."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the longsword he gripped tightly in his right hand. The deep, dark shadows covering the blade flowed slowly like living things, radiating a powerful aura. It was because of these shadows that he hadn't been directly defeated by Xiao Yan just now.
"Newcomer and old friend, Fengzhui... I'm afraid I'm sorry to disappoint you."
In Ling Fengzhui's mind, that old yet gentle voice immediately rang out: "You child, we already agreed before entering the Heavenly Curtain that you can do whatever you want, and the Spirit Clan should not be a burden to you."
Upon hearing this, Ling Fengzhui's last trace of doubt vanished completely. He felt an unprecedented sense of ease and a confidence that he was no less capable than anyone else.
"Alright, after all these years, I'm finally going to let loose for once." Ling Fengzhui's tone carried a hint of youthful arrogance.
The owner of the aged voice represented by the dark shadow smiled and said, "It is the Spirit Clan's good fortune to have a child like you."
"It's your family that's dragging you down..."
Upon hearing this, Ling Fengzhui's smile became even more relaxed, his eyes clear and firm.
He gently shook his head: "If I weren't in the Spirit Clan, how could I have received the inheritance of the old and the new? How could I be standing here today? There's no need to dwell on or regret the past. What I need to do now is to treat this battle today well."
"Good!" This simple word encapsulates everything Mo Ying has for Ling Fengzhui.
As soon as he finished speaking, the dark shadows clinging to Ling Fengzhui's body receded rapidly like a receding tide, no longer spreading out to provide support or defense as before. All the black fluid surged wildly toward his right arm holding the sword and the long sword shrouded in cold energy.
The ink shadows seemed to come alive, no longer simply covering, but tightly merging. The concentration of the ink shadows made Ling Fengzhui's right half of his body seem to swell up, as if he were wearing half a demon god's armor. Although asymmetrical, it exuded a wild, domineering, and indomitable fierce aura. It did not seem out of place at all, but rather perfectly matched his resolute state of mind at this moment.
In the center of the battlefield, the destructive storm generated by the clash of the two strongest attacks finally subsided, and the raging energy turbulence gradually dissipated.
Xiao Yan stood in mid-air, his black clothes fluttering in the lingering wind. He did not take advantage of Ling Fengzhui's momentary lapse in preparation to launch a preemptive attack; instead, the Burning Technique within his body, which had successfully advanced to the Heavenly Rank, was operating at full speed!