Chapter 52: Thunder, Evil Demon, Blood Clash for the Celestial Phenomenon

The blood was Huang Dabiao's, yet it bizarrely merged into a blood arrow.

Bang…

Qin Feng snapped his fingers, shattering the blood arrow, but felt the strange force seep into his body, overwhelming his protective aura, and even his mighty flesh seemed to be corroded.

"What on earth is this power?" As he thought, his body twisted, as if teleporting to the other side, where a strong figure appeared, clearly ready to strike him.

Qin Feng's palm struck the opponent's shoulder, blasting it open, flesh and blood a mess, and the person was hurled backward; before a counterattack could follow, two more attackers rushed in.

All of them were master-level strongmen.

"Something's off!" Qin Feng dodged, only to find these two, like the one just knocked back, wore blank stares; their power was strong, but their techniques were stiff.

As if they were being controlled.

"No, 'puppets' would be more fitting!"

Qin Feng had no intention of a reckless slaughter, and further suppressed his own strength.

The person who had been knocked back earlier surged toward him again.

Even stranger, the previously crippled arm had miraculously healed, sinking his heart to the depths.

"Has this world changed, or is this its original hue?" Qin Feng felt bewildered.

He had thought it was merely a pure martial world, yet the successive events were hard for him to accept.

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he 'barely' kept his footing.

Qin Feng amplified his perception to the maximum, carefully searching for hidden onlookers.

But after a moment, his brows twitched wildly.

A flash of shock crossed his eyes.

A terrifying aura arrived, locking onto him, bearing a grim murderous intent and violent fury.

Clap…

Qin Feng failed to dodge, receiving a palm strike to his back; the strange force entered his body, and this time he did not purge the burning, instead forcefully suppressing the restless Supreme Sun Core Flame.

His aura waned again.

Immediately after, he was battered like a sandbag, skin cracking, blood gushing.

He had already fallen into a dying struggle.

From afar, Yue Wu, watching the battle, saw her complexion turn pale, yet felt puzzled; she quickly used contract perception and discovered Qin Feng's blood qi swelling inside him like an ocean.

She paused slightly, then understood.

The corner of her mouth twitched.

"This battle…" Yue Wu looked into the dark depths, not feeling much joy, and contracted her own aura to the limit, hiding in the shadows.

She sensed an unabashed aura belonging to Da Peng Wang.

Violent, mighty, overbearing.

"Who are you, and why are you killing me?" Qin Feng suddenly let out a howl of extreme grief, "At least let me die with clarity!"

He truly reached the last arrow of a strong bow.

His whole body was drenched in blood, struggling in death.

There was no response, only terrifying attacks; he was blasted away again, blood spraying into the sky.

"Stop! His life is mine!" Da Peng Wang could no longer restrain himself, crossing the void; his overwhelming aura surged, pressuring all directions.

Accompanying it was a raging wind, sweeping the vastness.

"I command you to stop!" Da Peng Wang saw the three masters still attacking; his figure flickered, and in midair he turned into countless afterimages.

When the afterimages faded, the three master strongmen were all hurled away, followed by wind blades that swept through, turning them into swirling blood mists.

Overbearing!

Powerful!

Invincible!

This is Da Peng Wang, golden wings sprouting from his back, hovering in the void; his golden eyes opening and closing release a torrent of awe‑inspiring domineering aura.

Above his head, around his body, and beneath his feet, the gale swept, covering half the sky.

He glanced toward Qin Feng, but suddenly turned to the other side, his expression turning solemn.

Rumble…

The next moment, a thunderclap rang out; distant lightning flashed, arcs of electricity spontaneously spreading outward. At the center of the thunder stood a woman in purple robes, bearing an immeasurable aura.

"Who would have thought this tiny place truly hides a great evil demon," the woman's voice rang like a hundred spirits, yet filled with endless murderous aura, "Since you've shown up, go to death!"

The purple‑robed woman flicked her hand, her sword light turning into thunder, cleaving the night in two.

Buzz…

A wisp of black energy spread out, merging with the night, repelling all the thunder's power and blocking a strike. Within the darkness, a figure was concealed, its shape and face indiscernible, yet its aura was a hundred times colder than ice, seeping terror into the bones. The thunder cracked, and the darkness broke free.

When the two clashed, the resulting shockwave swept dozens of miles away, shocking every warrior in the city, all trembling.

Whether intentional or not, the man of darkness was forced to retreat from Wan'an City, yet still caused immense destruction; countless houses collapsed, countless lives were lost.

Qin Feng was also shocked.

"What level of power is that?"

"In a single leap, it soars across the sky, spawning myriad phenomena, like a heavenly might."

"Could this be the Celestial Phenomenon Realm?"

Qin Feng rose, gazing at the terrifying battle afar, feeling the power fluctuations, both shocked and yearning.

He didn't know if he could withstand that level of combat power.

His eyes narrowed; he seized the long sword thrown this way, his Flowing Cloud Sword.

Through the darkness, Qin Feng saw that it had been thrown by Fu Ye Ye.

His gaze shifted, and he also saw the hidden Yue Wu.

Feeling his gaze, Yue Wu opened her mouth, making a silent mouth shape: "Run!"

Qin Feng paid no heed, still suppressing his aura, yet he looked toward the Great Peng King, who was readying to strike, when he saw the other turn his gaze.

He hurriedly steadied himself.

"Tell me, who killed my son?" the Great Peng King said, slowly descending but hovering at five meters, slightly tilting his body into a downward gaze.

A powerful might also pressed down.

A great wind swept up, turning into a storm.

His pair of golden vertical pupils were filled with ruthlessness and brutality.

"Who is your son?" Qin Feng showed a bewildered expression.

"Little Golden Peng!" the Great King Peng said coldly, "He went to kill you, but you lived and he died. With your strength, you still couldn't kill him—tell me, who killed him?"

"I don't know!" Qin Feng hastily shook his head, showing a bewildered expression, "I've never seen him, truly I don't know!"

"Won't you speak?" the Great Peng King cracked his mouth open, a cruel smile, "I will give you death by a thousand cuts, then seize all your clansmen behind you and have them all eaten. Speak, and I'll give you a quick death."

"I—I—I..." Qin Feng showed a look of terror, then suddenly looked behind the other, and his terror instantly turned to delight.

The Great Peng King instinctively turned his head.

"Dripping Water Sword!" Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, suddenly erupting, his inner true qi frenziedly output, impacting his meridians as if they were about to shatter.

The Flowing Cloud Sword also flowed with water-like light, finally condensing into a point of cold radiance, as he leapt upward stabbing toward the Great Peng King's brow.

This sword chased wind and seized the moon.

Speed reached its utmost.

The attack further condensed into a point.

Nothing could withstand it, nothing swift could not break.

In the blink of an eye, the Great Peng King's wings behind him snapped together in front, and the sword tip sparked a chain of sparks, like sharp blades scattering feathers.

The Flowing Cloud Sword pierced the wings, shooting straight ahead.

As the sword tip neared his brow, the Great Peng King reached out, forming an eagle claw, and seized the tip.

Sword qi burst forth, slicing gashes across the opponent's face.

"You killed my son!" the Great Peng King flashed surprise, then erupted in rage, killing intent overflowing, brutality boiling. He twisted his eagle claw, forcibly snapping the Flowing Cloud Sword.

"Come here!"

His left hand reached out, also forming an eagle claw, hooking toward Qin Feng's forehead.

If caught, his brains would surely burst.

"Cun Punch, second strike!"

Qin Feng had been waiting for this moment.

Though the Dripping Water Sword was strong, he felt it still lacked enough fire to deal with such an existence, yet he seized this strike to reach the opponent's front.

Then he would fully erupt.

His blood and qi boiled, power turned savage.

"Not good!" the Great Peng King felt the terror of Qin Feng's strike, his pupils constricting as layers of golden light blossomed on his eagle claw.

Moreover, strands of ethereal wind power and an extremely sharp aura also bolstered it, yet even so, Qin Feng's punch blasted it away, emitting a "Crack—crack" sound, specks of blood scattering.

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