Chapter 679: Nan Feihuang VS Slaughter God

Feihuang felt no fear toward the god; in truth, the gods of this world were merely somewhat more powerful humans. Perhaps to the natives of the Douluo Continent, the gap was insurmountable, but from the perspective of a higher world, there was no qualitative difference between the two.

"Are you gods all this arrogant? Oh right, this is our second meeting, and I have yet to learn your divine office. Could you tell me?" Feihuang asked. Although he had already roughly guessed the identity of the person before him, he still needed to confirm it; he did not wish to not even know who his opponent was.

"A god under the seat of the God of Asura in the God Realm, a Second-Class God, the Slaughter God. Nan Feihuang, you thief who colludes with Spirit Beasts, I act under the order of the God King; today I must slay you!" the Slaughter God said proudly.

Although Nan Feihuang's strength shocked him, that punch he had just thrown did not even contain half of his full power, and he did not believe he would lose.

"Slaughter God, so it's you!" Feihuang smiled. The guy who was taken down by Lie Yan of the Five Elements Continent in the original work truly lived down to such a mighty title as Slaughter God.

"You are truly unworthy of this God Position. Compared to that Lord Slaughter God in my memory, you are too embarrassing."

Feihuang really wanted to know what would happen to this guy if Bai Qi, who also held the title of Slaughter God, knew of his style of conduct.

Nine times out of ten, he would be split in two by a single blade.

No, would Bai Qi even need to use his blade to cut a guy like this? Feihuang thought distractedly; as it turned out, the possibility of being buried alive was even greater.

Sensing that Feihuang not only feared him not in the slightest but actually looked down on him, the Slaughter God was instantly enraged.

"I hope you can still keep that smile before you die!" The Slaughter God's figure vanished, and a punch, fast and formless, had already arrived at Feihuang's chest.

Feihuang did not care about such an attack at all.

With a 'Bang', his figure did not move in the slightest.

It appeared he had not suffered any injury.

Looking at the Slaughter God, his wrist was trembling slightly.

One could see that Feihuang was now wearing a full set of red and blue battle armor, from the helmet to the chest plate, down to the bracers and greaves, with nothing missing.

In this state, the oppressive pressure radiating from Feihuang's entire body was even greater than that of the Slaughter God.

This was the rarest of all soul skills—the soul bone fusion skill: Spirit Bone Armor! To reach this state, there were only two ways. The first was the miracle that had a one-in-ten-thousand chance of occurring after absorbing six soul bones from the same type of Spirit Beast.

The second was to possess an External Spirit Bone, and for that External Spirit Bone to have an extremely high compatibility with one's own body, using the External Spirit Bone to link all six soul bones together to condense the Spirit Bone Armor.

One could imagine how powerful a skill that required such harsh conditions to be born must be.

Moreover, this Spirit Bone Armor of Feihuang's was no ordinary one; after all, the ages of the soul bones on his body were too high, and among them were three million-year-level ones.

This included the Head Bone and Torso Bone left behind by the Ice and Fire Dragon King, whose strength in their prime rivaled that of a God King, as well as the External Spirit Bone, the Ghost Xiaotian Bead, which had grown alongside Feihuang.

Once a Spirit Beast reached a million years, it was enough to be compared to a god.

Therefore, this Spirit Bone Armor of Feihuang's was not a whit inferior to many top-tier defensive divine artifacts in the God Realm.

This was his Spirit Bone Armor, named the Ice and Fire Dragon King Armor, which had also, like the Fangtian Halberd and the Dunjia Heavenly Book, initially achieved the status of a divine artifact. It was just not yet fully stabilized, and its power had not reached its limit, but it was not something a Second-Class God like the Slaughter God could shatter with a single punch. Most importantly, Feihuang's soul power fluctuations at this moment caused the Slaughter God to reveal an expression of disbelief.

"One... one hundred? How is this possible? How can a human break through to level one hundred without obtaining a God Position?"

Yes, Feihuang was long past being a Limit Douluo. As his two martial souls and Spirit Bone Armor transformed into divine artifacts, his soul power gradually began to convert into Godly Power, ultimately breaking the restrictions of this continent's rules and advancing to level one hundred without a God Position.

Now, he was like an envoy of the God Realm, belonging to a special class of level-one-hundred gods without a God Position. Of course, in terms of combat power, those envoys were no match for Feihuang at all.

With a wave of his Fangtian Halberd, he could kill a whole group of those average-strength envoys in one move.

"Slaughter God, in this way, although I cannot be your complete equal, I am qualified to fight you head-on, right? Then take this, Man and Horse as One!" Feihuang called out. The Red Hare horse galloped over from behind, and Feihuang mounted it, then reached out to summon the Fangtian Halberd into his hand.

Now that his martial soul had transformed into a divine artifact, he was no longer restricted by the inability to use dual martial souls simultaneously, and Feihuang could use all his soul skills without reservation.

After activating the Spirit Bone Armor and mounting the Red Hare, Feihuang's overall attributes were greatly enhanced, especially his speed; when the Red Hare ran at full tilt, it was not inferior to the Slaughter God at all.

With that speed comparable to Teleportation, Feihuang could even manage to suppress the Slaughter God in turn.

Feihuang launched a counterattack, holding the Fangtian Halberd, and with a single swing, space itself was torn apart. Although the Slaughter God managed to block it in time with his supreme fist power,

his indestructible fist energy was quickly torn open by the sharpness of the Fangtian Halberd.

"A Spirit Bone Armor comparable to a defensive divine artifact, a Mount Divine Beast with speed raised to the limit, and a Fangtian Halberd rivaling an attack divine artifact—this guy's attack, speed, and defense are actually enough to contend with my normal state. He is truly a monster, but don't think you can defeat me just like this." The Slaughter God roared, striking back at Feihuang's halberd with an even heavier punch.

He must have used a martial technique; in the parlance of the Douluo Continent, it was equivalent to a self-created divine skill.

At this moment, his fist energy was like a thunderbolt; with one punch, even the air seemed to explode, emitting a crackling sound.

Wherever the sound passed, rocks, grass, and trees instantly turned to dust, and a ravine stretching for dozens of miles appeared on the earth.

"What a formidable fist technique; a casual strike has such power." Feihuang praised. With his current cultivation, even with the Spirit Bone Armor, if he were to take too many such attacks, he would likely find it hard to escape being severely injured.

Feihuang used his own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, not clashing head-on with the Slaughter God, but instead using the Red Hare's super-high-speed movement to increase his speed, attacking the Slaughter God from all directions.

This Slaughter God, however, was not a man of empty reputation; his combat foundation was solid, and his combat experience was exceptionally rich.

Although he could not keep up with Feihuang's movements, he possessed a formidable predictive ability, always perfectly judging the landing point of each of Feihuang's surprise attacks and launching his own offensive in advance.

He forcibly smoothed out his own disadvantages.

The two of them exchanged over a hundred moves in a short time, fighting until the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the sun and moon lost their luster, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

The Slaughter God sneered, "Heh, thief, your combat power has indeed reached the god level, strong as a monster, but your cultivation, after all, has only just broken level one hundred. If we keep fighting like this, I guarantee the one who dies will be you, and besides, I am far from using my full strength!"

(End of this chapter)