Chapter 727: Defeat!

Jiang Feng is Laughter.

His face is covered in blood, his whole body charred black, collapsed in the void like a burnt corpse.

Yet he is Laughter.

That smile hangs on his blood‑stained face, his teeth drenched in dark red blood, and droplets keep dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The misery is at its extreme.

The arrogance is at its extreme.

"You… your origin power… can't hold on any longer, can you?"

His words were forced out of his throat one character at a time.

Hoarse, shattered, trembling.

Yet each character was like a nail, driving into the body of that Obscurity figure.

The Purple Light figure fell silent.

He gave no answer to Jiang Feng's words, not even a movement.

Just Standing under the dark‑purple firmament, his outline Obscurity, like a shadow rotted by ink.

Yet his silence itself was the answer.

Jiang Feng saw through his silence.

Thus Laughter deepened further.

"Three Hundred years… you have used the Xie Family as a dog for three Hundred years… used my mother as a vessel…"

"And the result?"

His voice suddenly rose, high enough that his throat could not bear it, and he began coughing up blood.

Yet he did not stop.

"Your Clone can't hold on any longer, can it?"

The Purple Light figure finally spoke.

"You are very clever."

Tone remains very light.

"But clever people often die the fastest."

Before the words fell, he moved.

Not his body moving.

It was his Rule moving.

The dark‑purple firmament suddenly contracted inward, as if an invisible giant hand squeezed the whole sky into a ball, then slammed it hard onto Jiang Feng.

The void shattered.

In that instant the air was sucked dry, and the space within dozens of miles collapsed into a massive vortex.

At the vortex's center was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's body was pressed down by that force ten zhang.

His Bone cracked with a clatter, his Meridians tore inch by inch, his Seven Orifices again surged with blood.

Those blood formed a tiny, eerie red spiral within the vortex.

Yet Jiang Feng's eyes still shone.

He felt it.

At the same instant the Rule Power struck him, he felt something inside his body also split.

It was not the dantian.

It was not the Meridians.

It was the origin of that Purple Light figure.

He locked onto that origin.

Not with his eyes, not with his Divine perception, but with the drop of Purple Light Essence Blood inside him.

That drop of Refined Blood was left by his mother. For three Hundred years, this drop of Refined Blood had been sealed deep within his Bloodline.

Until today, until this moment, under the mad crushing of the Purple Light Rule, that drop of Refined Blood was finally Activation.

It trembled inside his body.

With an extremely weak yet extremely Certainty frequency it trembled.

Each tremor told Jiang Feng one thing…

The location of that origin.

The place where it disintegrated.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes.

He closed his eyes, so the Purple Light figure could not see the fleeting madness that flashed in his pupils.

Then he moved.

His body was ejected from the vortex's center like a projectile shot out by gunpowder.

The speed was not fast.

Jiang Feng's form dragged a winding blood line under the dark‑purple firmament.

The Purple Light figure watched the direction he surged from, fell silent for a moment.

Then he let out an extremely faint sigh.

"Overreaching."

The four words fell.

Nine gaps suddenly split open in the vault of the sky.

From each gap extended a giant palm, condensed from pure purple Rule Power, thick as a mountain, five fingers spread wide to cover half the sky.

The nine giant palms all struck toward Jiang Feng at once.

They sealed off every direction.

There was no retreat.

Jiang Feng glanced at the nine giant palms, and the bloody smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

He took a deep breath.

Then he charged headfirst into the gap between two of the giant palms.

That gap was so narrow it barely existed—a normal person couldn't even stick a finger through it.

But his body became as thin as a sheet of paper in that instant.

No, thinner than paper.

He compressed his true qi to the limit, compressed his physical body to the limit, and forcibly squeezed through that hair-thin gap.

The price was his left shoulder.

The moment his left shoulder passed through the gap, it was grazed by Rule Power, and the entire shoulder blade shattered into powder.

The shattered bone pierced through skin and flesh, revealing stark white splinters under the dark purple sky.

Jiang Feng let out a muffled grunt.

Then he kept charging forward.

The purple-light figure watched him break through the encirclement of the nine giant palms and fell silent for the first time.

When he had said "overreaching yourself" earlier, his tone held only indifference.

But now, in that silence, there was something even he was unwilling to admit.

Surprise.

This young man should have been an ant—a badly injured ant that could barely move.

Yet not only did he move, he crawled out from between the nine giant palms.

This should not have happened.

The purple-light figure had no time to think further, because Jiang Feng was already close.

Close enough that he could see the gaze beneath that blurred face—a gaze that had not wavered in ten thousand years.

In those eyes, there was finally a flicker of change.

Not anger.

It was the instant before anger arose… the instant of realizing that things had slipped beyond control.

Jiang Feng caught that instant.

Then he did something the purple-light figure had never anticipated.

He detonated his own true qi.

Not an attack—a detonation.

He blew up the last of the true qi remaining in his body, right inside his dantian.

The moment that mass of true qi exploded within him, his body was like something stuffed into a detonating furnace.

His five viscera and six bowels shifted out of place at once; blood spraying from his seven orifices changed from dark red to bright red; his eyes turned into two pitch-black, bloody sockets in an instant.

But he gained speed.

A speed that spared no cost, no consequence—ten times faster than even burning his divine soul.

The purple-light figure had just raised his hand; the Rules had not yet had time to coalesce.

Jiang Feng was already before him.

Less than three feet away.

This was the first time Jiang Feng had clearly seen his outline.

That face had no features—or rather, the features had been erased by some power. But within that blur, Jiang Feng saw two lights.

Both lights turned crimson at the same time.

It was rage.

The purple light was enraged.

A rage that had not been felt in ten thousand years.

For ten thousand years, no living being had dared approach within three feet of his true form.

Not three feet—not even within a hundred yards had there ever been one.

Yet today, an ant—an ant charred black, with a shattered shoulder blade and displaced organs—had actually charged right before him.

"You…"

He only had time to say one word.

Jiang Feng did not give him the chance for a second.

Then he threw a punch.

It was just a straight punch.

A straight punch using every ounce of strength.

The purple-light figure watched that fist hurtling toward him, and his pupils abruptly contracted.

He had lived for ten thousand years, seen countless martial geniuses, and beheld a mountain of peerless martial techniques.

But he had never seen a punch like this.

Not because this punch was strong—on the contrary, this punch was weak to the extreme…

True Qi exhausted, flesh body shattered, Divine Soul cracked, the power of this Fist is not even comparable to a martial master.

But he just couldn't dodge it.

It wasn't because he was locked onto, nor because he was suppressed.

It was because the source within his body truly shattered in that instant.

It wasn't shattered by Jiang Feng.

It was exhausted by himself.

Three hundred years of Rule maintenance had already consumed the strand of his Clone source to the limit.

The combined encirclement of those Nine Giant Palms just now was the last straw that crushed the camel.

Purple Light shattered.

At the same instant Jiang Feng's Fist struck that blurred visage, the source of the Purple Light silhouette completely disintegrated.

The Fist passed through his outline, passed through that Rule Illusion already emptied of power, and struck the void behind him!