Chapter 701

Feng Kuan, you can't escape.

Surrender quickly and reveal your connection to the Mandate Cult—there might still be a way to live.

Otherwise, you'll be interrogated, your memories searched, and tortured to death!

Ling Shuang hovered in midair, her crisp voice ringing out, startling several below.

What?

Is Feng Kuan from the Mandate Cult?

They instinctively refused to believe it—he'd been at Lei Ting Martial Hall for over a decade.

He'd always had a decent reputation, the image of a kind old man.

But Ling Shuang didn't seem like someone who spoke recklessly.

Just as everyone hesitated, Liu Shan arrived on the scene, shouting with fury:

"Director Ling, I've worked alongside Feng Kuan for over ten years—isn't this suspicion of him inappropriate?"

Yet no sooner had he finished than Feng Kuan turned to him with a cold, mocking smile:

"Liu Shan, you truly trust me—no wonder you accepted the assignment location I casually gave Ling Shuang.

But unfortunately, you, a lowly human, are not worthy to be mentioned in the same breath as my noble Sacred Clan."

Puchī—

A black beast claw pierced out from just above his ribs.

Puchī, puchī...

Then came a series of sounds—one after another—five black claws erupted from his body!

At the same time, two sharp horns grew from his head, and his eyes turned reptilian.

"Roar—"

A furious roar burst from Feng Kuan's mouth.

The shocking volume made even the sixth-rank adepts feel their eardrums sting, forcing them to clutch their ears in pain.

Feng Kuan's aura surged violently from his base of eighth-rank lower tier, quickly climbing to eighth-rank middle tier!

"Divine Blood Technique!" Liu Shan spat the words with a grim face.

Though beast-affinity adepts, upon activating their abilities, do grow animalistic features,

those features are always consistent—for example, monkey-type adepts.

After activation, their fur grows longer, muscles bulge, fangs emerge—all normal.

But Feng Kuan's chaotic claws and horns bore no resemblance to any beast-affinity ability.

Clearly, this was the Mandate Cult's Divine Blood Technique!

"Divine Blood Technique! Feng Kuan is truly from the Mandate Cult?"

"Damn, he hid it too well—I never saw it coming!"

"Thank goodness Director Ling was here—if he'd suddenly attacked, who knows how many would've died!"

"..."

The surrounding adepts were also stunned by the sudden turn.

"The infamous Divine Blood Technique."

Ling Shuang's face twisted with revulsion. "Even if you've risen to eighth-rank middle tier, what does it matter?

You're still no match for me. My patience is limited—surrender now."

Had she not hoped to extract key information about the Mandate Cult from him, she'd have struck already.

"Surrender?"

Before Ling Shuang, eighth-rank middle tier, and Liu Shan, eighth-rank peak, Feng Kuan showed not a flicker of fear.

Instead, he spoke calmly: "I admit—I can't defeat either of you.

But my target was never you two. My target is you, Xu Jing."

Feng Kuan whirled his head toward Xu Jing, his black claws pointing at him across the distance:

"Hunting Domain!"

Wēng—

With a soft hum, a peculiar field surged outward from Feng Kuan.

In an instant, it engulfed Xu Jing.

"Hmm?"

Ling Shuang frowned, spreading spatial energy to teleport Xu Jing away instantly.

But her spatial energy couldn't even penetrate the field to reach Xu Jing.

Nor could it affect Feng Kuan on the other side.

It was as if the two of them existed in their own separate space!

"This...?!" Ling Shuang's expression turned grave.

Things were spiraling beyond control.

"Director Ling, don't worry—I'm fine," Xu Jing said.

In truth, he felt no abnormality within the field.

"Fine? You'll be anything but fine soon!"

Feng Kuan's sharp laughter rang out, dripping with triumph and arrogance.

His crimson eyes locked onto Xu Jing, sneering:

"This ability I inherited from the Divine Blood—once the Hunting Domain activates,

only you and I remain within. No one else can interfere.

The ability only ends when one of us dies!

This power is already a prototype of a true domain!

You all thought I was weak—but with this, I can forcibly kill any adept weaker than me!

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.

Within the Hunting Domain, your protective talisman won't work. You can't use it."

At these words, the crowd erupted in shock.

No one had expected Feng Kuan's target to be Xu Jing!

"It's over—he can't use his talisman. Against an eighth-rank middle-tier Grand Master like Feng Kuan, Xu Jing is as fragile as paper!"

"Will our Great Xia's top prodigy fall here?"

The surrounding adepts murmured in disbelief.

Liu Shan, eighth-rank peak Grand Master, had already activated his ability, radiating fierce energy.

But after failing to approach Feng Kuan, his face darkened like stormwater.

If Ling Shuang died, he'd face only internal punishment from Lei Ting Martial Hall.

With Vice Director Hu Jinyu at headquarters, it'd be easily resolved.

But Xu Jing was different.

He was currently the number-one prodigy of Blue Planet, watched by countless Great Xia elites.

If Xu Jing died here—killed by his own right-hand man—

the investigation afterward would land him in prison for decades.

"Hunting Domain! This was Feng Kuan's hidden card!"

Tian Yao, among the crowd, froze, then immediately grinned with excitement.

With this ability, perhaps Xu Jing could be killed right here!

"Ling Shuang, watch closely! This will be a memory fragment you'll carry for life.

Your beloved disciple will die before your eyes—because of the trap you set!"

Feeling the stunned gazes around him,

Feng Kuan, accustomed to obscurity, wore a look of deep satisfaction, his voice growing wilder and more arrogant.

Yet at that moment, an out-of-place, indifferent voice spoke:

"Have you finished?"

"Hm?"

Feng Kuan's smile froze.

Then he felt a terrifying aura erupt from the very man he'd deemed his prey—Xu Jing.

Pīlīpālā—

A sound like a thousand birds shrieking erupted as brilliant golden Heaven's Thunder exploded!

Simultaneously, Xu Jing's body swelled violently, reaching over three meters tall, like a human Tyrannosaurus!

The golden thunder swirling around him filled the onlookers with a chilling sense of danger!

"Who gave you the delusion that you could kill me?"

A voice heavy with authority rang out. Xu Jing, in Thunder Form, fixed his blazing golden dragon eyes on Feng Kuan,

a golden ring slowly rotating behind him, his figure standing like a demonic god.

The aura he radiated was immense—and lethal.