Chapter 546: Heavenly Demon Great Sect

Upon hearing Jiang Feng's words, the black shadow stopped.

It turned around to face Jiang Feng.

That yin energy became even more intense, like a cold surge rising from the depths of the Nine Netherworld, freezing enough to make one's bones ache.

The black shadow slowly condensed, peeled off from the wall, fell to the ground, and coalesced into a humanoid shape before Jiang Feng.

That humanoid figure was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black robe embroidered with dark red patterns resembling dried bloodstains.

His face was very blurry, as if veiled by a layer of black gauze, his features indiscernible except for a pair of eyes exposed outward.

Those eyes were blood‑red, like two burning coals, emitting an eerie light.

His gaze was icy, as cold as winter ice, tinged with a hint of madness and obsession.

The black shadow walked up to Jiang Feng and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Who are you? Why are you involved in this!"

His voice was deep, as if squeezed from his chest, like sandpaper scraping wood, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

Jiang Feng gave a faint smile, his expression calm.

"I'm just a doctor, doing a favor for someone!"

His voice wasn't loud, but each word was crystal clear.

As soon as he said that, the black shadow fell silent for a long time.

He stood there motionless, his blood‑red eyes fixed firmly on Jiang Feng.

From Jiang Feng he sensed a fierce killing intent, so intense it felt substantive, pressing so hard he could barely breathe.

It even made his heart palpitate.

This young man who looked in his twenties had blood on his hands—and a lot of it.

Under normal circumstances, he would never want to entangle himself with someone like this.

After all, he was no longer at his peak, having been sealed for years, his strength greatly diminished.

Acting rashly would inflict greater harm on him, possibly draining the little vital energy he had painstakingly recovered.

But he had no choice.

He could feel that the perfect vessel—the little girl he had painstakingly nurtured for years—was gradually stripping away his curse of grudge.

The curses he had painstakingly sown were being removed bit by bit.

If this continued, all his efforts over the past few years would be wasted.

He must act tonight.

Knowing full well this was an ambush, he still had to act!

The black shadow fell silent for a moment, then spoke lightly, his tone laced with threat.

"Your skill is not insignificant; I, His Seat, do not wish to be your enemy."

He paused, then continued.

"As far as I know, you have no special connection to this family. It's just a child, an ordinary household—not worth you taking such a risk."

His voice grew even deeper.

"If you could grant me this favor and stay out of it, I, His Seat, will surely repay you with gratitude after I recover!"

The black shadow looked at Jiang Feng, a glint of expectation flashing in his blood‑red eyes.

In the black shadow's view, as long as he succeeded in completely transforming the little girl's physique into his vessel, he could break free of his years‑long seal and restore his strength to eighty percent of its peak.

By then, no one in the small Jiangnan region would be able to stop him at all!

Therefore, for this purpose, he could promise anything.

As long as Jiang Feng spoke up, he could provide it.

I had thought Jiang Feng would yield.

After all, no one would offend an imminent powerhouse for the sake of an unrelated little girl.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Feng shook his head, his expression calm yet resolute.

Jiang Feng again recalled Rui Rui's slender arms, her frail, bony frame, her waxy yellow skin, and her timid gaze.

A seven‑ or eight‑year‑old girl who understands nothing, knows nothing, yet must endure such suffering.

What has she done wrong?

Nothing at all.

Jiang Feng's gaze turned sharp.

He slightly raised his hand; the true qi within his body began to circulate, a mighty power surging forth from him and spreading through the living room.

The black shadow sensed Jiang Feng's killing intent and roared angrily.

"Why must you oppose me, who is undying and relentless?"

His voice was loud, shaking the windows in the living room into a buzzing vibration.

"I am the Heavenly Demon Great Sect, undying and indestructible! Even if you manage to suppress me this time, I will recover and return someday! By then, I, His Seat, will not let you off!"

His voice was full of threat and anger.

His body began to swell, the black robe straining taut, the yin energy growing denser, as if it sought to engulf the entire house.

Jiang Feng, however, remained calm, speaking lightly.

"You lay hands on a little girl—it's despicable; I can't stand by!"

Before his words even faded, Jiang Feng's body moved.

His speed was astonishing, like a golden flash of lightning, instantly appearing before the black shadow.

His right hand clenched into a fist, wrapped in golden light, imbued with Dragon Might, and he smashed it toward the black shadow's chest.

The black shadow's blood‑red pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively dodged to the side.

But his speed was not as fast as Jiang Feng's.

His fist landed solidly on his chest.

Boom!

A muffled sound.

The black shadow's body was shaken and flew backward, hitting the wall behind it, leaving a human-shaped dent on the wall, with cracks spreading in all directions.

The black shadow fell to the ground, and a fist-sized hole appeared on its black robe, with green smoke rising from the edges of the hole, emitting a sizzling sound.

He looked at the hole in his chest, his blood-red eyes filled with shock.

"You... you are a Kunlun Disciple?"

His voice was trembling.

Jiang Feng did not answer.

He took a step and appeared again before the black shadow.

This time, he used his palm.

Purple Lightning Vajra Palm.

Golden light gathered in his palm, and he struck toward the black shadow's head with a palm.

The black shadow gritted his teeth, raised both hands, and blocked above his head.

Palm met palm, producing a loud bang.

The black shadow's arms emitted cracking sounds, bones breaking who knows how many. His body flew backward again, smashing through the wall behind him and landing in the courtyard.

Jiang Feng followed, flying out as well.

The two of them, one after the other, landed in the courtyard.

Moonlight shone in the courtyard, on the black shadow's body, making his appearance even more eerie.

His black robe tore, revealing the inside of his body.

That body was not a normal human's body, but a mass of black mist, without flesh or blood, without bones, only endless darkness.

Those black mists surged inside his body, like boiling water, ready to burst out at any moment.

The black shadow crawled up from the ground, his blood-red eyes full of madness.

"It's you who forced me!"

His voice was sharp and piercing, like a knife tearing through the night sky.

His body began to swell, growing larger and darker.

That yin energy surged from within him, like a flood breaking a dam, spreading in all directions.

The flowers and grass in the courtyard instantly withered, the trees' leaves turned yellow and fell, and even the green stone slabs on the ground began to crack.

Jiang Feng's gaze became solemn.

He could feel that the black shadow was burning his own essence to exchange for a short burst of power.

This method was similar to the secret technique previously used by Ghost Blade, but more reckless and disregarding consequences.

The black shadow was fighting desperately.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, and the Trapped Dragon Power within him ran wildly.

Golden light burst from within him, enveloping his body. The dragon chant echoed in the courtyard, shaking the surrounding houses so they trembled.

He pushed out both hands, gathering all the Trapped Dragon Power and the power of spacetime law within him together, forming a golden light sphere.

The light sphere rotated in Jiang Feng's palm, emitting a humming sound, growing larger and brighter.

The black shadow looked at that light sphere, a flicker of fear passing through his blood-red eyes.

But he did not retreat.

He opened his arms and lunged toward Jiang Feng.

His body turned into a huge mass of black mist, like a monster with its bloody maw wide open, seeking to devour Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng violently thrust the light sphere forward.

The light sphere left his hand, moving at astonishing speed, dragging a golden trail through the air.

The light sphere collided with the black mist.

Boom!

A tremendous roar, deafening.

Golden light exploded in all directions, illuminating the entire courtyard as bright as daytime.

The black mist rolled, struggled, and hissed in the golden light, like a snake thrown into fire.

The black shadow let out a shrill, miserable scream.

That sound was sharp and piercing, carrying far into the night sky.

The golden light lasted about ten-odd seconds, then slowly faded.

The black shadow lay on the ground, his black robe torn into strips, revealing a body that was no longer black mist but a gaunt old man.

The old man was about seventy or eighty years old, with white-and-gray hair, a face full of wrinkles, purple lips, and a vacant gaze.

He lay on the ground, gasping heavily, black blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes full of hatred!