Chapter 826 - Fighting Xin Wuheng Once Again
Only Xin Wuheng noticed how much power was contained in Zhao Feng's kick. If it was just pure power, the recoil from the material of the ancient bronze coffin by itself would be enough to injure even Void God Realm Kings. Even with Zhao Feng's Sacred Lightning Body, he wouldn't have been able to remain unharmed.
However, his kick landed directly in the gaps of the ancient bronze coffin and disperse its energy throughout. At the same time, the green shoes on Zhao Feng's feet also helped.
As for the recoil of the Mystic Yin Ancient Bronze, that was resolved by Zhao Feng's mutated Blood Devil Sun bloodline.
"What a pure surge of Mystic Yin."
Zhao Feng's body slightly shook as he felt the wicked power contained within the material of the ancient bronze coffin. However, the coffin itself wasn't of much use to him. The Soul Dao treasure within the coffin was what he was after.
Ta!
Zhao Feng's second kick was even more forceful as it landed in the gaps of the ancient bronze coffin again.
Bam!
This time, most of the coffin's lid was kicked off.
Hu~~
Treasures with wicked auras made the dark underground tomb turn bright, and it revealed a broken skeleton within.
The most obvious and eye-catching item was a robe made of silk. It had a smooth green glow around it as it lay beneath the skeleton. Apart from that, there was a piece of jade the size of a baby's fist that radiated a warmth that filled the entire coffin. There were various other accessories and items that were also valuable.
"Brat, don't even think about taking all of that for yourself." The middle-aged yellow-robed King and company teamed up and formed a muddy-yellow domain with their three Magnificent Powers.
Boom!
Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng felt heavy as they clashed with the three Kings.
Eh? Where's the Soul Dao treasure? Zhao Feng felt the wicked aura of a Soul Dao treasure, but he couldn't find it.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Amidst the fighting, the lid of the coffin was flipped open, revealing a purple-and-black stone.
"It's a Soul Suppressing Stone!"
The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun suddenly flew toward the coffin and didn't bother with Xin Wuheng.
In reality, Xin Wuheng was the closest to the ancient bronze coffin, but since the half-flesh skeleton was in the way, Zhao Feng had to take a detour.
At this moment, the half-flesh skeleton was about to be fully sealed, so Xin Wuheng turned and entered the fight for the treasures.
Boom!
At this point in time, many Kings clashed with one another and created chaos. Some treasures were sent flying into the air.
"So it's a Soul Suppressing Stone. No wonder it absorbed so much wicked Soul power."
Zhao Feng wasn't interested in the other treasures.
"Sacred Lightning Body!" Zhao Feng's silver-blue metallic body grew taller as invisible arcs of lightning pushed back all powers around him.
Peng~
The green shoes on his feet unleashed a force that pushed away two nearby Kings like a bull. He then reached out and grabbed the Soul Suppressing Stone.
The Soul Suppressing Stone radiated a terrifyingly wicked aura that even normal Kings were scared of approaching. Zhao Feng used his strong physical body to grab the Soul Suppressing Stone and used the power of his soul to block the wicked erosion within it.
"What a terrifyingly wicked Soul power!"
Zhao Feng's soul had to face round after round of attacks. Just the shockwaves made nearby Kings panic as their souls were eroded.
Seeing this, the nearby Kings all pulled away from Zhao Feng.
The Eighth Prince and company acted as if they were looking at a monster. The Soul Suppressing Stone had absorbed and condensed countless wicked souls. If it was left next to someone, it would disturb their cultivation and give them heart demons. There was nothing good that could come from such a thing.
However, while others wanted to evade the Soul Suppressing Stone, Zhao Feng went to take it.
"Zezeze, idiot human, your body isn't bad…." a gruesome voice sounded from the Soul Suppressing Stone. The owner of the voice was a partial spirit similar to the Purple Saint Partial Spirit.
"Partial spirit of a Sacred Lord!" Xin Wuheng's expression changed as he also pulled away from the Soul Suppressing Stone and started to fight for other treasures.
"Hahaha…! That thief is retarded. What a good opportunity, and he just had to go for the most troublesome Soul Suppressing Stone." The middle-aged yellow-robed King and company gloated.
There was a partial spirit of a Sacred Lord sealed within the Soul Suppressing Stone. Even though it was extremely weak, it wasn't something Kings could deal with.
Boom!
The soul-dimension started to shake as the Sacred Lord partial spirit sealed within the Soul Suppressing Stone formed a magnificent Intent and charged toward the body of this Origin Core Realm human. It was as if Heaven and Earth itself was trembling.
"You reap what you sow." Mockery and coldness appeared in Luo Zun's eyes.
Bam! Bam!
At this point, the experts were fighting over the other treasures in the air, and they all pulled away from Zhao Feng in case he was eroded by the wicked demonic Intent.
Nan Gongsheng was fighting for the Cloud Silk Robes, which had the largest size. His speed and offense were both top-tier; if he had a strong defensive treasure as well, it would be perfect.
Nan Gongsheng was originally worried for Zhao Feng, but a voice that said, "Don't bother about me" sounded in his head. This voice was extremely calm and gave Nan Gongsheng some unknown confidence that allowed him to compete for the Cloud Silk Robes without worry. He remembered that the Left Eyed Heavenly Emperor at his peak could threaten even Mystic Light Realm Sacred Lords.
"Zezeze…."
Amidst wicked laughter, the Sacred Lord partial spirit entered Zhao Feng's Soul Sea.
In the dimension of his left eye, Zhao Feng's purple Soul Sea was two or three hundred yards wide, and at the very center was a blue lake.
"Hmm…. Wait…!" The Sacred Lord partial spirit's expression changed dramatically when it entered Zhao Feng's soul world. He was stunned by an immortal and undying Lightning Tribulation aura.
"What a weak partial spirit. Go die." Zhao Feng laughed coldly as two hundred symbols of God Tribulation Lightning glowed in his purple Soul Sea.
"What!? The aura of God Tribulation…!?" The Sacred Lord partial spirit screamed. It was so scared that its soul might've shattered at any second..
Boom!
The Sacred Lord partial spirit screamed as lightning smashed down into and killed it.
This Sacred Lord partial spirit was even weaker than the Purple Saint Partial Spirit. It wasn't much stronger than the Demigod partial thought; it could only pretend to be extremely strong due to its overwhelming Intent.
However, it shouldn't have charged into Zhao Feng's Soul Sea. Since Zhao Feng's Emperor Intent hadn't recovered, he could only use a limited amount of God Tribulation Lightning. However, if the opponent charged directly into his Soul Sea, it would be different - they would face a fierce counterattack from the God Tribulation Lightning.
With just a thought, Zhao Feng had killed the Sacred Lord partial spirit, which scared all the other wicked partial spirits within the Soul Suppressing Stone.
Shua!
Zhao Feng gripped the Soul Suppressing Stone tightly and put it into his metal ring.
At the moment, the fight around the ancient bronze coffin hadn't ended yet.
The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun's target was the coffin itself, and they were fighting with the middle-aged yellow-robed King and the other two Kings.
Xin Wuheng managed to get the warm piece of jade rather quickly with his overwhelming strength.
Nan Gongsheng's abilities were unique and he was the fastest, so he managed to successfully acquire the Cloud Silk Robes, which was the most valuable.
At this instant, the biggest portion of the coffin was split by the Eighth Prince and Luo Zun. The middle-aged yellow-robed King and the other two Kings weren't the Eighth Prince's match, so they only managed to get the lid.
The remaining small treasures within the coffin depended on luck.
"Xin Wuheng, you can't let those two thieves escape."
"That thief has obtained the Cloud Silk Robes, which is made from the silk of a Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly."
"That robe is extremely light, but its defense is extremely strong. It is resilient to fire and water, and it's difficult to pierce with weapons. It is also somewhat resilient to the other three elements to a certain degree."
The middle-aged yellow-robed King and company gazed at Nan Gongsheng with hatred.
Of the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo, that Zhao Feng had already been eroded by the partial spirit of a Sacred Lord and was unable to save himself. This meant that they only had to deal with Nan Gongsheng.
"Hmph!" A sudden surge of physical force reinforced Nan Gongsheng.
"How…!?" The three Kings became heavy as they looked in disbelief at the youth that just appeared.
"How is this possible!? A Sacred Lord partial spirit did nothing?" The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun were stunned as they looked at the purple-haired youth who seemed to be perfectly fine.
From the looks of it, Zhao Feng showed no signs of being overtaken. His aura and expression were the same as before. If he was being controlled or if the partial spirit had taken over his body, he wouldn't be so calm.
At this moment, all of the elites present were unsure of what to do. With Zhao Feng's return and the completion of the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo, any force present would be wary. Just Nan Gongsheng's strength alone made them wary. In terms of single combat, no one other than Xin Wuheng was confident that they could win. The other purple-haired youth was even more unfathomable - he actually blocked the erosion of the Soul Suppressing Stone like a stone sinking into the ocean.
"I don't care who you are, but I agreed to help my three allies…." Xin Wuheng's expression became slightly solemn as he surged with battle-intent.
It was obvious that he was going to help the three Kings. Although he couldn't see through this purple-haired youth in front of him, the latter gave him a feeling as if they knew each other.
"Xin Wuheng, take my fist first!" Zhao Feng gave a laugh as he circulated his Sacred Body strength to the maximum, and a pair of wings made of water and lightning condensed behind him. At this instant, many elites present felt a surge of Intent that covered Heaven and Earth.
Boom!
Zhao Feng's simple punch released his physical strength as a bright red flame burned around it. The pair of Water Lightning wings on his back also fluttered and released overwhelming Intent.
The three Kings nearby all felt a shockwave in their minds. This simple punch had a powerful Soul Dao Domain merged into it. Normal Kings would be unable to even fight back.
Xin Wuheng's expression changed as he took in a deep breath. He took a step forward, then created a five-colored whirlpool with his hand. The five-colored whirlpool seemed to contain an Intent that could cover everything.
Weng~~
The two forces clashed, then became dead-silent. The five-colored whirlpool kept on spinning around.
Chapter 827 - Using Softness to Overcome Hardness
Zhao Feng felt as if his attacks had entered a five-colored ocean, and they slowed down dramatically. The five-colored whirlpool started to twist the other way, and the middle of it seemed to boil.
It was obvious that Zhao Feng's mutated Blood Devil Sun bloodline was very dominating since it had a burning explosion effect. It wasn't so easy to dissolve.
Weng~~ Weng~ Weng~
The two powers interacted in the air for a breath before the five-colored whirlpool in Xin Wuheng's hand suddenly started to shake and twist the other way.
"Lightning Wings Flying Technique!'
The wings of Water Lightning behind Zhao Feng's back fluttered as he appeared above Xin Wuheng.
Bam!
Zhao Feng's original location was engulfed in a five-colored light that devoured everything within dozens of yards. The terrifying force scared everyone present.
At the same time, they were surprised by Zhao Feng's reaction speed.
"Anticipation?" Xin Wuheng's eyebrows furrowed together as he lightly swayed where he stood, but he was unharmed.
In the first round of exchanges, both were fine, they were just surprised. Zhao Feng had attacked first and used his Soul Dao Domain, body, and bloodline in his first attack. It was extremely hard to be defended against. Zhao Feng held the initiative, but Xin Wuheng's counterattack was also stunning.
"Ha!" Zhao Feng's second punch swept down from above as the green shoes on his feet increased his speed. At the same time, Zhao Feng's metallic silver-blue body grew a bit taller. Invisible physical strength and arcs of powerful numbing lightning crushed down
Hu~~
At this moment, a bright flame bathed over Zhao Feng, as if he was a flaming winged war god. His speed, offense, and usage of his bloodline had all reached a peak. Furthermore, after using the Lightning Wings Flying Technique, Zhao Feng used an ambush to gain the initiative.
Xin Wuheng's expression changed. This youth's attacks used pure force to suppress people. Although Xin Wuheng's Intent was strong, he was limited when facing this primal physical force and bloodline power.
Hu~~
Alongside the terrifying body-strength and bloodline was also a powerful condensed Soul Dao power.
Even someone as strong as Xin Wuheng felt his heart slightly shake. This youth's Intent and knowledge had reached an incredible level.
"The softest thing in the world is water." Xin Wuheng was unable to dodge the attack, so he bent down and pushed a whirlpool of water into the air with both his hands, which reflected a deep image of a lake.
Xin Wuheng! Zhao Feng felt that his powerful body-strength and bloodline was like a muscular male who just met a gentle and quiet beauty - he couldn't use any strength. The power contained within his attack was like an erupting volcano, and he had the initiative due to his lightning-quick attack, yet Xin Wuheng's defensive method was extremely simple - using softness to overcome hardness.
Zhao Feng's body was extremely dominating, and his Fire-based bloodline could burn anyone. However, it seemed like his attack relied too much on the power of Yang, so Xin Wuheng's mystic Laws of Water could counter it.
Bam! Bam!
The two figures separated in midair. Zhao Feng flipped in the air and landed gently on the other side as he gave a light smile. "Xin Wuheng, we haven't fought for a long time. Not bad."
Ever since the Pursuit of Death ended, Zhao Feng hadn't met a true opponent. This time, battle-intent surged from the depths of his body.
Deng! Deng!
Xin Wuheng took two stable steps back and felt that a bit of the energy within his body had been sucked away by Zhao Feng during the exchange.
The exchange just now was close-range, which is what Xin Wuheng specialized in and liked. However, he didn't expect the opponent's bloodline power to be so weird that it could absorb other people's energy. This ability was extremely troublesome and rather disgusting.
"Who are you?" Xin Wuheng's eyes were extremely sharp as they locked on to Zhao Feng.
After these two exchanges, he felt that this youth was familiar, and his words also proved that the two used to know each other. However, Xin Wuheng was still unable to confirm this person's identity. It was hard to find anyone in his mind with such an appearance, aura, and technique. Furthermore, Zhao Feng cultivated a body-strengthening technique, which was extremely rare.
The Eighth Prince and Luo Zun looked at this scene with shock. The purple-haired youth in their sight was extremely wicked and mysterious. He even knew Xin Wuheng, and he didn't show any signs of fear either.
"Even Xin Wuheng can't see through that brat?" The middle-aged yellow-robed King and company felt troubled. In their hearts, Xin Wuheng was unfathomable, and he seemed to be a professional master. However, right now, a mysterious youth who could rival Xin Wuheng had appeared.
Regardless of anything else, one thing was for sure - the two had met and fought before.
"Hehe, Ten Moves Xin Wuheng, I hope that the next time we fight, you can bring me an even bigger surprise." The purple-haired youth's wings flapped as he disappeared.
Whoosh!
A silver-purple light flashed as Nan Gongsheng and Zhao Feng disappeared from the tomb.
The speed of this retreat was so fast that no one was able to react in time.
What speed!
There were no signs of Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng in the underground tomb anymore.
"Ten Moves Xin Wuheng?"
The remaining people all looked at each and became even warier of the Purple-Haired Demonic Duo.
"Xin Wuheng, you know that thief?"
"Why didn't you stop those two thieves!?"
The middle-aged yellow-robed King and company spoke.
"So, it's him…." Xin Wuheng looked in the duo's direction and murmured.
A sealed and forgotten memory started to replay through his mind. It originated from Sun Feather City, when he was still young. An era of the Sacred True Dragon Gathering. In his memory, one youth had risen like a star and made him feel troubled with every step.
"But how did he turn into that?" Xin Wuheng couldn't help but think. With his current knowledge and some of the awakened memories of his past life, it wasn't hard for him to guess that it was due to some method like Revival through Blood or stealing another body.
"He didn't even use his eye-bloodline," Xin Wuheng said.
"That's right…!" The middle-aged yellow-robed King and company instantly thought about something more terrifying. That youth's eye-bloodline was able to control even the River Devouring Kun.
"Indeed, he had an eye-bloodline." The Eighth Prince nodded his head. In the Duke Palace, Zhao Feng used his eye-bloodline to awaken the Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly.
"That's his forte and the most terrifying part about him. I never thought that he would cultivate such a profound body-strengthening technique as well." Xin Wuheng had a complex expression.
He wouldn't measure Zhao Feng with the standards of a Great Origin Core Realm. He felt that Zhao Feng's Intent had reached the level of an Emperor during their exchange. This meant that Zhao Feng's cultivation before his restart had reached a stunning level.
"You're just going to let them go like that?" One of the young Kings was angry.
"I can't catch up." Xin Wuheng shrugged his shoulders.
In the clouds in the air:
Whoosh!
Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng sat on an extremely cool flaming chariot.
They both specialized in speed, and with this flaming chariot that came from the Heaven's Legacy Race, they weren't worried about anyone catching up.
"Zhao Feng, I thought that you would have a great battle. Why did you retreat so suddenly?"
Nan Gongsheng felt slightly regretful. He was looking forward to Zhao Feng's and Xin Wuheng's standoff. He wanted to admire it as well as learn from it. Furthermore, Zhao Feng had the initiative.
"Xin Wuheng specializes in defense. Besides, he suppressed his True Yuan cultivation to the half-step King level, otherwise we might not be able to win against him even if we team up," Zhao Feng said.
Hearing that, Nan Gongsheng's heart slightly shook.
Zhao Feng knew that Xin Wuheng liked to suppress his cultivation to a level around his opponent's. In the exchange just now, Xin Wuheng had used his domain and Intent, but he purposely didn't suppress Zhao Feng with his True Yuan.
Luckily, Xin Wuheng specialized in defense and negation, not speed. Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng could leave as they wished, and no one could stop them.
Several days later, Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng landed on a mountain.
"The aura of the Black Destruction Serpent Dragon is getting closer…."
Zhao Feng looked into the distance. It didn't matter whether they were resting or plundering from others, they were still following the Black Destruction Serpent Dragon.
Their luck was pretty good, and they managed to steal many resources along the way. Zhao Feng and Nan Gongsheng felt that following the Black Destruction Serpent Dragon gave them good luck.
Miao miao!
The little thieving cat threw several old bronze coins into the air and looked in the direction of the Black Destruction Serpent Dragon and seemed to be excited.
Above the mountain, Nan Gongsheng put on the Cloud Silk Robes, and wisps of green light flowed across his body.
Zhao Feng knew that the main material of this robe came from a Cloud Silkworm Saint Butterfly, the same creature that Duke Nanfeng had. The robe was light, and it was resilient against each of the five elements to a certain degree while normal weapons were unable to pierce it. Nan Gongsheng's defensive and survival abilities would increase dramatically with this robe.
Zhao Feng had the Ice Imperial Spear and the Sacred Lightning Body, so the Cloud Silk Robes weren't too useful for him. As of right now, Zhao Feng only wanted Soul Dao treasures and resources that could help his body-strengthening.
After going into the underground tomb, Zhao Feng finally managed to receive a Soul Dao item - the Soul Suppressing Stone.
Shua!
Zhao Feng took out the purple-and-black Soul Suppressing Stone and touched it with his hand. A shocking Yin aura leaked out and made countless beings tremble.
Normal Kings wouldn't even dare to get close to the Soul Suppressing Stone. In order to not be affected, even Nan Gongsheng had to pull away from Zhao Feng. On the other hand, the little thieving cat sat next to its owner and blinked with its black eyes; it didn't seem to be affected.
"Although the power contained within this Soul Suppressing Stone is extremely impure and wicked, I can still absorb it after refining it with my God Tribulation Lightning."
Zhao Feng was excited and expectant. A Soul Dao treasure like the Soul Suppressing Stone might be able to help him recover his Emperor Intent.