Chapter 54: Tragic, Eerie Black Shadow

Great Peng King was horrified.

He never expected that a single flying blade could actually tear through his protective gang qi, and even penetrate his body, which was a hundred times harder than steel, piercing even his shoulder blade.

Although this injury was trivial to him.

Holy shit! He then saw Qin Feng stepping through the void, couldn't help but widen his eyes, his mind actually failing to react for a moment.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late to dodge.

"Threefold Golden Feather Technique!" The Great Peng King hurriedly activated his defensive divine ability, golden light bursting forth in strands, weaving into three barriers like stacked golden feathers, yet they were shattered by a single punch.

They couldn't be blocked at all.

His chest caved in three inches from the blow, the Great Peng King spat a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments and flew backward, his vision darkening as golden stars swirled, nearly fainting, he hurriedly flapped his wings to increase his retreat speed tremendously and sped away.

"He wasn't even killed!?" Watching the retreating Great Peng King, Qin Feng felt slightly disappointed and was about to give chase, but as he stepped forward, he staggered and collapsed.

Qin Feng was greatly alarmed, his feet constantly treading the void in an attempt to stabilize himself, but he simply couldn't.

Boom—

His body plummeted, carving out a deep pit.

He leapt out from within it.

He couldn't help but scratch his head.

He closed his eyes, seeking the original sensation, while also quickly calming himself.

"Again!"

Qin Feng leapt up, wind intent permeating, his feet rapidly treading the air to create a weak recoil force, while his true qi surged forth.

His body rose once more, but he wobbled left and right, making it hard to control direction.

Snowflakes drifted down silently.

In the pitch‑black night where one cannot see five fingers ahead, Qin Feng resembled a dancer.

But he was also becoming increasingly proficient.

Eventually he was sprinting through the air, chasing after the Great Peng King.

Such an enemy, if not eliminated now, will surely become a major future threat.

Following the sensation, he pursued relentlessly.

Qin Feng also felt an exhilarating urge to sing; this stepping method, though not true flight through the air, was not far off.

Sprinting through the air, soaring across the heavenly realm—this was the dream of two lifetimes.

Now it could be considered half‑realized.

"This stepping method might as well be called the Void‑Treading Step!"

Qin Feng thought, also sensing that the Great Peng King had come to a stop.

Ahead lay a mountain peak.

In the utter darkness, only a golden gleam flickered.

"You actually chased me here!" The Great Peng King saw Qin Feng, especially noticing his ability to tread the void, his expression turning even uglier: "How did you manage that?"

"Didn't you see it!" Qin Feng lunged downward, at the same time saying, "Tonight I'll barbecue the Great Peng Bird—die for me!"

He launched a direct attack.

The Great Peng King embarrassingly dodged a strike.

At this moment his left arm hung limp, his shoulder bled, his chest caved in, looking utterly miserable.

"Wanderlust Cloud‑Pushing Palm!" Qin Feng landed on the mountain, employed his movement technique, and struck out eighteen palms toward his opponent.

The palm force swept across the sky; the Great Peng King couldn't dodge in time, was slapped away, and smashed a hole into the rock face.

"Inch Punch, die!"

Qin Feng's gaze hardened, he suddenly surged forward, unleashing his strongest punch, yet his pupils contracted sharply, revealing shock.

He saw a cluster of golden light burst from the Great Peng King's chest; immediately his left arm recovered, his shoulder wound healed, even his chest returned to its original state, and his weakened aura instantly returned to its peak.

"Shift Form and Change Shadow!" The Great Peng King stared fixedly at Qin Feng, revealing a ruthless expression.

In the nick of time, he used his unfathomable, peerless movement technique to dodge a strike and ended up behind Qin Feng.

"I'm the renowned Great Peng King! Having grown up in the harsh environment of the monster race, do you think I lack life‑saving tricks? Do you think I'm a greenhorn?" The Great Peng King's hands had already turned into eagle claws, he lunged forward ferociously: "I was merely careless before; you really thought I was incapable!"

Qin Feng forcibly redirected his fist, smashing it into the rock wall, using the recoil to evade the killing blow, yet his shoulder was torn by the eagle claws.

Turning his body, he actively lunged toward his opponent.

At some point, the Great Peng King's head transformed into an eagle's head; opening his beak, he emitted a sharp, piercing howl like a level‑36 gale sweeping in, nearly stunning Qin Feng.

Yet both ears also bled, leaving him unable to hear any external sound for a moment.

But he saw two eagle claws—one reaching for his head, the other digging into his chest.

Qin Feng flashed a ferocious expression, not retreating but advancing, meeting attack with attack.

Both were nearing their limits.

In the snap of a finger they had clashed thirty‑three times.

Boom boom boom—

The tremendous force spread out, shaking the mountain peak into cracks, with rocks tumbling down.

Both also fell from the mountain peak.

Yet Qin Feng remained entangled with him, never leaving the attack range, even trading wounds for wounds.

In the blink of an eye they rolled down to the mountain's base.

The Great Peng King took a punch, Qin Feng took a kick, and both were flung backward.

They plowed a long gash in the ground; Qin Feng rose to his feet, staggered, and nearly fell over.

He looked utterly miserable.

The left face was torn open, the eyeballs were sliced.

There wasn't an inch of good flesh left on his body; he was a mangled mess, flesh and blood a blur, his intestines about to spill out.

He was completely a bloody person.

Being able to survive is a miracle.

"Look at this state, and you're still not dead!" the Dapeng King said hoarsely, a hint of fear in his voice.

He wasn't much better off.

His body was covered in dents.

His breastbone and ribs were all broken.

His whole body was almost blown apart.

But he was clearly much better off than Qin Feng.

"You fucking lunatic!" the Dapeng King spat blood, still had a tooth, recalling the earlier scene, he trembled.

The opponent was too brutal.

Aside from briefly worrying about vital spots, he completely ignored his injuries, fighting attack for attack, to the death.

"If I don't kill you, I'll have endless trouble; you say I'm crazy!" Qin Feng's voice grew hoarser, like a leaking vent.

His one eye narrowed, a flash of surprise.

Yet he staggered again.

Actually, in that moment, his internal injuries had mostly healed; if he weren't forcibly maintaining his miserable appearance, his eyeballs would have fully recovered.

"Alas, I'm actually killed by you, a bird-person!" Qin Feng sighed, "I hate heaven's injustice—why did I, so young, suffer such inhuman torment, only to die miserably at your hands, bird-person? I'm truly unwilling, cough..."

Qin Feng spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed straight.

His aura also swiftly retracted, finally like a tiny flame in the wind.

"Is he really going to die?" the Dapeng King wondered uncertainly.

But seeing the miserable Qin Feng, recalling the terrible injuries he'd inflicted, he breathed a sigh of relief, yet still did not step forward.

"Only when he's dead will I be at ease!"

The Dapeng King's body shook, and several feathers shot out toward Qin Feng; he mobilized his inner force, readying himself to strike.

He only saw Qin Feng twitch slightly, and the feathers pierced into his body.

"He really can't go on!" the Dapeng King exhaled a hot breath, melting the drifting snowflakes; about to step forward, the next moment he shuddered, goosebumps rising all over.

An ominous fear descended.

He suddenly turned and saw a black shadow lunge at him, merging directly into his body.

The Dapeng King's body stiffened; inside, it was like a volcanic eruption, spewing rich golden light and towering blood energy, forcing the black shadow to retreat bit by bit.

"Now!"

Qin Feng, lying on the ground, suddenly leapt up and lunged at the Dapeng King, who had his back turned.

Asking for support!

(End of chapter)