Chapter 41: Ying Cang, Luo Feng, and Mo Luo Sa

Chaotic Armor Cave 913 is Luo Feng’s own cave.

When returning to the cave, Luo Feng naturally relaxed—this was a common trait among most lifeforms: upon returning home, one always relaxed deeply. His absolute confidence in his own strength also left him calm and at ease.

“Luo Sa, come with me,” Luo Feng instructed.

“Coming!” Mo Luo Sa cheerfully followed beside Luo Feng, while Mo Yu Qingyan obediently walked toward the small building beside the gate—he had to guard it.

At this moment, neither Luo Feng nor Mo Luo Sa sensed the hidden Ying Cang outside the cave.

Ying Cang specialized in ambush and assassination. When he concealed himself, he became indistinguishable from space itself. Even Luo Feng and Mo Luo Sa, with their exquisitely sensitive awareness of qi, detected no trace of him.

“Huh.” Luo Feng and Mo Luo Sa were about to fly toward the underground palace.

Just then—

“Hmm?”

Luo Feng’s expression changed slightly—a gray-robed figure appeared before him in an instant, his eyes like endless vortices fixed on Luo Feng, while a blade-shadow pierced straight into Luo Feng’s body.

Yes, by the time Luo Feng noticed, the blade had already entered his divine body.

“Die!”

The cave’s array was useless before Ying Cang—this small cave and its array totaled only five hundred cosmic sands. The array could barely delay an ordinary Eternal True God for a moment; before a being like Ying Cang, it was utterly negligible.

“The Hu Yang City array is active, space sealed. No Qiangzhe outside the Lord’s guard can traverse Xukong ,” Luo Feng thought as the blade pierced his divine body—his first reaction was shock that the assassin could traverse Xukong : “But this assassin forced his way through space—his spatial realm must be extremely high.”

Hu Yang City’s space seal did not mean outsiders couldn’t traverse Xukong —Chaos Dominators could force their way through.

The fact that this assassin could traverse Xukong within Hu Yang City proved his capability.

“Where did such a terrifying expert come from?” Luo Feng felt slightly puzzled. “Even if the Five Great Families wanted revenge, they couldn’t find such an expert in such a short time.”

This expert’s methods didn’t match those of any Eternal True God within Hu Yang City.

“Die!” Ying Cang’s killing intent was icy.

After the blade pierced in, a phantom sword-shadow surged straight toward Luo Feng’s True God Heart, aiming to destroy his soul outright.

Simultaneously, terrifying power erupted within Luo Feng’s body—destructive beyond comprehension. Even Luo Feng’s perfect divine body, refined twice over, was crumbling and dissolving under this power—this was a technique comparable to a Chaos Dominator’s ordinary strike.

This blade was the culmination of Ying Cang’s entire life’s achievement—a technique that attacked both divine body and soul!

Fail to block either, and you die.

“This soul attack? Weak.”

The Star Tower guarded Luo Feng’s True God Heart; his mental will had already intercepted the phantom sword-shadow. His mental will, long honed by the Great Destruction Cultivation Method and already at the peak of Chaos Dominator level, feared no external assault.

Boom~~~

Luo Feng’s mental will was like an unshakable blade—when it clashed with the phantom sword-shadow, the shadow shattered instantly.

“Strong mental will,” Ying Cang felt the collapse of his phantom blade and was secretly startled. “But my blade attacks both soul and divine body—your divine body still must be destroyed.”

Normally, even if the soul resisted, it would still be shaken, leaving the divine body vulnerable. Even if one survived the first strike, Ying Cang usually needed only two or three more to finish them off.

“Soul attack is negligible,” Luo Feng, struck by the ambush, felt the blade’s damage to his divine body: “But the divine body damage is severe—this single strike destroyed about one ten-thousandth of my divine body.”

Luo Feng was still astonished.

As a perfect divine body, his divine power reserves were terrifyingly vast—destroying one ten-thousandth of him in a single strike was an incredibly potent attack.

“I’ve only recently broken through to Eternal True God—I haven’t even completed the third refinement of the basic refinement technique, ‘Chaos Great Strength Diagram,’ and my comprehension of Chaos Laws is still shallow,” Luo Feng realized immediately under this strike: his foundation was still weak.

He had only endured it thanks to his perfect divine body alone.

“Hmph.”

With a thought, Luo Feng’s Small Universe domain descended—a darkness enveloped the area around the cave.

Simultaneously, he extended his hand, instantly burning divine power—his arm swelled, his palm sweeping forward with unstoppable force.

Whoosh.

Facing this palm, Ying Cang dared not resist—he knew this palm could pierce through the body of a Purple Jade Hound. He knew his own body’s strength couldn’t match a mechanical artifact—he instantly turned into mist, drifting away to evade Luo Feng’s devastating strike.

“Strange movement,” Luo Feng donned a dazzling golden armor, and pairs of brilliant golden wings unfurled behind him.

Six pairs of golden wings spread open behind Luo Feng.

Luo Feng gazed at Ying Cang; the surrounding Tiandi condensed into dense Chaos currents—thick, overwhelming Chaos energy filled every corner, naturally suppressing and restraining Ying Cang.

“Control over Chaos?” Ying Cang reappeared nearby. “His control over Chaos is nearly that of a true Chaos Dominator. Under this suppression, I can’t even traverse Xukong .”

“And he took my blade and still isn’t hurt?”

“Maybe he’s just pretending. A few more strikes, and he’ll die,” Ying Cang, experienced and confident in his killing technique, thought. His blade was the single-target mechanical artifact “Jie Zhong Jian,” famed for its ability to condense divine power to extreme intensity.

The Shi Wu Wings could also condense and transform divine power—but their power came from Luo Feng’s own perfect divine power. Once condensed, it could rival a Chaos Dominator’s power.

Ying Cang’s divine power was far inferior to Luo Feng’s—he relied on the “Jie Zhong Jian” to condense his power to near-Chaos Dominator levels.

This blade had only one function: condensing Chaos divine power. Yet even so, it was worth over a million cosmic sands.

The killing technique he had just used was self-developed.

Powerful Eternal True Gods often developed one or two Chaos-level techniques—it was normal. Only when they accumulated many such techniques and deepened their foundation could they hope to master the complete “Chaos Law” and become Chaos Dominators.

“Hmph!” Ying Cang turned into mist and flashed toward Luo Feng.

Luo Feng’s Shi Wu Wings unfurled, controlling Chaos to suppress the surroundings. Ying Cang was restrained from traversing Xukong , yet his flight agility and speed still surpassed Luo Feng’s.

“Puff.”

Ying Cang closed in instantly—blade-shadow struck.

Luo Feng raised both hands to block; his Shi Wu Wings also activated, like wing-blades slashing. At the Eternal True God stage, the wing-blade’s power… was even greater than the Blood Shadow Blade.

!.

Both hands and wings failed to touch Ying Cang.

Ying Cang’s blade was unpredictable—even under the suppression of Chaos currents, it seemed to traverse Xukong , leaving a slash on Luo Feng’s body at times.

Each strike was weaker than the initial ambush, yet still destroyed vast amounts of Luo Feng’s divine power.

“His accumulation at the Eternal True God stage is too profound—his technique realm is higher than mine,” Luo Feng relied entirely on his twice-refined perfect divine body, burning divine power to charge forward recklessly.

But his techniques were crude.

“The strong opponents I’ve faced before had realms close to mine. After a failed ambush, it was hard for me to land more strikes. This Luo He Shenjun… his techniques are crude—I can easily land more!”

Those he called “strong opponents” usually had profound accumulation at the Eternal True God stage—even capable of developing Chaos-level techniques.

Luo Feng had only mastered three of the six Eternal-level cuts of “Po Jiu Dao”—his accumulation was still thin.

“Had I known his realm was this weak, I could have killed him outright,” Ying Cang thought. “In this brief exchange, he’s taken twelve of my blades—his divine body should be near collapse.”

“Enough. Fighting you helps nothing with my sword art,” Luo Feng suddenly shook his head and sighed.

The gap in skill was too vast—this was one-sided, no cultivation benefit.

Luo Feng waved his hand.

Boom boom boom~~~~

A vast crimson river surged outward, instantly engulfing the entire cave—and Ying Cang.

Luo Feng’s second mechanical artifact—the Life Blood River—taken from the Blood Serpent Guildmaster.

The Shi Wu Wings and Life Blood River, as single-target mechanical artifacts of the Eternal stage, both contained Chaos-level techniques.

Since his own realm was insufficient, he would use the Chaos-level techniques embedded in the mechanical artifacts.

Even with only one percent of his divine power driving the Life Blood River, it surged wildly—when it enveloped Ying Cang, it began suppressing, binding, eroding, and destroying his divine body.

“How strong is this Life Blood River?” Ying Cang’s expression changed.

Under the command of perfect divine power, mechanical artifacts in Luo Feng’s hands naturally unleashed overwhelming power.

The dual suppression of Shi Wu Wings’ “Control over Chaos” and the Life Blood River’s erosion and destruction made Ying Cang feel the threat of death!

“Bad! Escape now!” Ying Cang instantly activated his escape mechanical artifact—he had survived countless assassination missions for so long because his survival skills were extraordinary.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Ying Cang became a streak of light, tearing through the roaring blood river, breaking through the Chaos obstruction, fleeing.

“Wasted so much of my time—this was all for nothing,” Ying Cang, fleeing, flashed past Mo Luo Sa and Mo Yu Qingyan, who cowered in fear in the distant small building.

“Luo He has only two servants. Let both die.” Ying Cang always killed when he chose to—his fleeing streak passed straight toward the small building—

“Shhh~~~”

Standing at the edge of the small building, Mo Luo Sa, face filled with terror, suddenly opened his mouth—its size expanded to occupy half the cave, swallowing the fleeing streak of light whole.

“Get out of me!!!” A roar came from within the mouth—Ying Cang was raging in furious counterattack.

Gulp.

Mo Luo Sa swallowed, then grinned at Luo Feng from afar: “Master, he just flew right into my mouth.”

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Thank you to the two Alliance Masters: Xiao Jinyu and Guan Fu.

(End of Chapter)