Chapter 27: Slaying Wu

“I gave you a chance, but you insisted on seeking death!” That dense, massive bloodlight instantly split into three crimson beams, simultaneously lunging at Luo Feng.

“Hahaha, is that all you’ve got?” Luo Feng laughed loudly, his body erupting in a grayish energy that filled every direction, naturally forming a domain—the Cycle Blade Domain.

Protected by the Cycle Blade Domain and wielding the Donghua Body Technique, Luo Feng moved faster than the three blood beams, intercepting one of them first.

“Boom!” Luo Feng’s expression flickered—when his hand-blade struck the bloodlight, he felt its power being swallowed, and the bloodlight began corroding his palm.

Fortunately, after one round of body refinement, his body had become like a secret treasure weapon, greatly enhancing resistance to corrosion; though it consumed a bit of divine power, his reserves were vast enough that this corrosion was negligible.

“Such a powerful divine body! But no matter what body refinement art you use, today nothing can save you!” With the blood serpent guild master’s frantic voice, wave after wave of bloodlight engulfed Luo Feng like an endless ocean—he fought desperately, yet still could not stop the encroaching bloodlight.

“Splash!”

In barely a breath, the thick bloodlight completely bound Luo Feng, forming a massive crimson hand that clamped tightly around his divine body, intent on crushing it to dust.

“The Eternal-level mechanical artifact truly is different. Even my perfect divine body can’t withstand it without burning divine power,” Luo Feng, trapped in the crimson hand, remained calm, even reflective.

To him, this battle was merely cultivation.

The Eternal True God-level mechanical artifact contained techniques of the Chaos Realm, spiritually overwhelming Eternal True God-level power. Moreover, mechanical artifacts could convert energy—like the Shi Wu Wings, which transformed the user’s energy into stronger energy and stored it within.

Like Luo Feng’s Shi Wu Wings, and like the legion-class artifacts of Hu Yang’s Ten Legions, all contained Chaos Realm-level techniques.

If both sides used mechanical artifacts, it depended on who wielded them.

Someone like “Mo Li Xiao,” inherently powerful and commanding a legion-class mechanical artifact, was naturally terrifying. But ordinary legions, compared to an ultra-powerful Eternal True God like the blood serpent guild master wielding a single-unit mechanical artifact, were not much weaker.

The crimson hand gripped Luo Feng, crushing: “Die!”

Luo Feng struggled to resist; under this pressure, the skin layer of his divine body began cracking.

“His divine body can withstand this?”

This shocked “Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang,” who had transformed into the crimson hand—he’d used a mechanical artifact, yet this Luohe dared to resist without burning divine power.

“I must burn divine power!” In an instant, Luo Feng’s divine power erupted, following the method of “Duan Mie,” one of the Three Supreme Arts of the Duan Dong River lineage—his divine power burned furiously, his divine body’s might surging violently.

The “Duan Mie” method burned divine power with extreme potency. The Duan Dong River lineage’s successors dominated their level primarily through “Duan Mie.” “Donghua” was merely a body technique; “Bu Si He” was for resurrection after death.

Combat hinges entirely on “Duan Mie!” No matter what path one walks, burning divine power with this method grants overwhelming advantage at the same level.

“Boom~~~”

Under the terrifying might, Luo Feng shook his arms—the crimson hand shattered apart.

“What?” The crimson hand reformed into a crimson figure at a distance; Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang couldn’t believe it: “Merely by burning divine power, your power surpassed my mechanical artifact!”

“Luohe, are you an Infinite Divine Body?” Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang spoke.

Merely by burning his divine body, he had overwhelmed an Eternal-level mechanical artifact. The Blood Serpent Guild Master naturally thought of the legendary “Infinite Divine Body”—the pinnacle of divine body cultivation.

“Figure it out yourself!” Luo Feng grinned, and in his right hand, a seemingly ordinary blade appeared—its dark blade faintly tinged with crimson light: the Divine King-grade blade core, “Blood Shadow Blade!”

“A blade?” The distant crimson figure was startled: “Only now are you drawing a weapon?”

“Die!” In his divine power-burning state, Luo Feng’s body technique and sword art both surged in power. Even if his technique wasn’t as advanced as the mechanical artifact’s, his moves were simply devastating.

Power breaks technique!

Holding a single blade, Luo Feng overwhelmed the terrifying bloodlight.

“Hum~~~” The blade-light hummed like a chant, cycling through birth and death—in an instant, countless strikes rained down, each one chasing and piercing the bloodlight.

While controlling the mechanical artifact, Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang was formless and shapeless, like a unified chaos—but every strike from Luo Feng inflicted terrifying destruction, drastically accelerating his divine power drain.

“Where did this guy come from? Just by burning his divine body and wielding a blade, he’s chasing me down? I’m wielding an Eternal True God-level mechanical artifact!” Mu Yang felt stifled and furious.

The Tengjiao Legion hovered directly above the Blood Serpent Guild headquarters, countless vines encircling the miniature universe domain.

General Jiang Chengrong was relaxed—unless insane, no Eternal True God would dare cross the governor’s mansion’s bottom line! The Tengjiao Legion had come only to intimidate.

“Hum~~~”

Using the entire legion’s mechanical artifact, “Tengjiao,” Jiang Chengrong clearly sensed two terrifying fluctuations within the Blood Serpent Guild headquarters—two forces locked in furious combat, their might startling even him.

“Such powerful fluctuations!” Jiang Chengrong thought inwardly. “This power rivals the entire Tengjiao Legion!”

“Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang has always been a thorn—no wonder he built a dark faction single-handedly. But who is the other combatant?” Jiang Chengrong was curious. “Is it someone I know, or a newly emerged powerhouse?”

Hu Yang City teemed with hidden dragons and tigers—he couldn’t guess who had stormed the Blood Serpent Guild headquarters.

…

Yanfeng Hall.

“Master, these fluctuations are intense,” the gray mist figure remarked. “Luohe must have a mechanical artifact—only with it would he dare attack here.”

“He might defeat Mu Yang, but he won’t kill him,” Yanfeng Hall’s master said. “At Mu Yang’s level, he has almost no weaknesses. Unless utterly dominated, he can’t be killed.”

The gray mist figure nodded—defeating was easy; killing was hard. They watched with interest, but merely as spectators.

As members of the Yanfeng Ancient Kingdom’s imperial branch, “Di Chu Lineage,” they cultivated its powerful secret arts—its lineage surpassed even the Duan Dong River and Jin Divine King lineages.

In all of Hu Yang City, only a handful of Eternal True Gods were worth their admiration.

The Blood Serpent Guild headquarters, already reduced to ruins.

“His body refinement art is also extremely strong—even my bloodlight corrosion can’t shake him.” The bloodlight, chased by Luo Feng, struck back repeatedly—but after merely a dozen breaths of combat, Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang had completely given up.

“Enough.”

“I abandon the Blood Serpent Guild. After escaping, I’ll find a way to rob another treasure trove and quickly exchange it for the ‘Hun Tie Xue Sha Method’!” Mu Yang made his decision and instantly fled.

Splash!

The bloodlight instantly split into nine beams, shooting in all directions.

“Trying to flee?” Luo Feng frowned—he couldn’t intercept them all at once.

“Luohe, our grudge will be settled later!” A voice echoed as the nine beams scattered.

Suddenly—

!.

Hum!

All nine blood beams saw—in the endless dark domain, Luo Feng, who had stood still, suddenly donned dazzling golden armor, and a pair of radiant golden wings burst open behind him.

Six pairs of golden wings unfurled behind Luo Feng!

Shi Wu Wings, originally named “Chaos Golden Wings,” revealed their strongest form under Luo Feng’s perfect divine power. As the six pairs unfolded, they stirred chaos, shattering surrounding matter and energy, returning all to the primal “Chaos.”

“What’s happening?”

Within the ruins of the Blood Serpent Guild headquarters, spanning ten billion kilometers, some members still hid—neither Luo Feng nor Mu Yang had deliberately targeted ordinary members.

So several lucky survivors remained, now watching as gray mist currents emerged from the distant darkness.

Where these gray mist currents swept, ruined buildings, airborne elemental forces—all were assimilated, transformed into the gray mist.

“Hum~~~” The boundless, terrifying chaos energy fully enveloped the nine blood beams—eight instantly shattered; only one remained.

This single blood beam, crushed by chaos energy, revealed the true form of Blood Serpent Guild Master Mu Yang.

“Controlling chaos?” Mu Yang struggled desperately, but the chaos energy was too terrifying—he could not resist.

He looked up.

In the darkness, amid swirling chaos currents, Luo Feng walked forward, his six pairs of radiant golden wings on his back—each step seemed to trample the entire domain.

“You also have a mechanical artifact—your artifact’s Chaos Realm technique is ‘Controlling Chaos’?” Mu Yang struggled, but couldn’t break free. “You’re an Eternal True God—why is your mechanical artifact so powerful?”

Both wielded mechanical artifacts, yet when Shi Wu Wings unleashed, under “Controlling Chaos,” Mu Yang could not resist at all.

Luo Feng stared at him.

Both used mechanical artifacts, but Luo Feng powered Shi Wu Wings with “perfect divine power.” After transformation and refinement by Shi Wu Wings, this divine power was no weaker than a true Chaos Sovereign’s. Combined with Shi Wu Wings’ Chaos Realm technique, “Controlling Chaos,” the power was unimaginable.

If another Eternal True God, from a bloodline cultivation path, used Shi Wu Wings, his divine power would be far inferior—his power output would be drastically weaker.

“If you’re going to die, don’t ask so many questions.” Luo Feng had reached close range.

“Puff!”

Luo Feng’s six pairs of wings suddenly flashed—slicing across Mu Yang’s body.

Already utterly suppressed, Mu Yang’s eyes widened—the wings, like blades, had cut through his chest, and his True God Heart.

“Luohe, I’ve prepared a grand gift for you, hahaha…” Mu Yang laughed, his consciousness dissolving completely. The leader of a dark faction in Hu Yang City was now utterly dead.

Luo Feng waved his hand, collecting Mu Yang’s corpse, armor, mechanical artifact, and all other items.

“Time to go.” Luo Feng glanced around, confirmed he’d gathered all spoils, then violently expanded his miniature universe domain.

“Hum~~~”

The Tengjiao Legion stationed outside suddenly noticed the dark miniature universe domain expanding rapidly—whirr—the darkness surged outward, yet quickly dissipated.

When the darkness vanished entirely, only the ruins of the Blood Serpent Guild headquarters remained.

As for Luo Feng? He was long gone.

“Where’s the master?” Mo Luo Sa and Mo Yu Qingyan watched from afar.

“Mo Luo Sa, take Qingyan back first. I have other business.” Luo Feng sent a mental message.

“Yes, master.” Mo Luo Sa understood, immediately pulling Mo Yu Qingyan away silently.

(End of Chapter)