Translator: Cinder Translations
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Ahead, Song Wen did not respond. Instead, his aura began to sharply decline, and the corpse energy swirling around him gradually weakened.
"Is his spiritual power giving out?" Yan Feng felt a surge of joy in his heart.
The more severe Ji Yin's strength declined, the greater the possibility of capturing him alive.
Before he could celebrate, he sensed that something strange was happening to Ji Yin's aura.
The originally dense corpse energy disappeared in an instant, replaced by a vigorous righteous aura.
This feeling was extremely bizarre.
It was as if the originally fierce butcher had suddenly transformed into a compassionate and merciful high monk.
Yan Feng was not surprised but rather pleased.
There must be a great secret on Ji Yin's body. As long as he captured Ji Yin, these secrets would belong to him.
Just then, a brilliant divine might emanated from Ji Yin's body, filling the area with a cleansing power that dispelled all impurities.
"What is this thing!"
Yan Feng finally turned somber, and a chill rose from the depths of his heart.
He hurriedly activated his poison technique. Waves of green mist steamed around him, gradually condensing into a green bronze bell that enveloped him.
The green bronze bell gradually thickened, resembling a genuine ancient bronze bell.
Before the green bronze bell could complete its transformation, a dazzling silver-white lightning suddenly appeared in the sky out of nowhere. Immediately following was a deafening thunderclap, as the silver serpent streaked through the sky and struck Yan Feng directly.
"Boom!"
The silver serpent collided with the green bronze bell, creating a thunderous roar that was ear-shattering.
The trees around Yan Feng violently swayed as if in an earthquake.
Yan Feng, standing at the center of the attack, was instantly dyed silver-white, making it impossible to open his eyes.
The lightning came and went in an instant.
Within a ten-meter radius around Yan Feng, all the trees were blasted into powder and completely destroyed.
The ground where Yan Feng stood was even stripped of a layer.
The green bronze bell had vanished without a trace, and so had Yan Feng's entire left arm.
Although severely injured, Yan Feng managed to survive.
His face twisted with a fierce and somewhat insane expression.
"Good, very good! I never thought you could activate it. Only true cultivators can use Thunder Talismans. I must capture you, extract your soul, and slowly torture and refine you. I want to obtain all the secrets on your body."
Song Wen paid no attention to Yan Feng's threatening words.
Antagonists always talk too much.
In Song Wen's heart, he wasn't entirely satisfied with the Thunder Talisman severely injuring Yan Feng in battle. This was a top-grade talisman, extremely rare in the Thunder category, capable of severely injuring or even killing a late Qi Refinement cultivator. Yet, it only managed to severely injure Yan Feng, who was only in the Qi Refinement middle layer.
Could it be that Senior Xu sold me a defective talisman? But judging from that thunder just now, it doesn't seem like a defective product.
In fact, he was also deeply impressed by the violent power of that thunder just now—the rapid speed and violent force, which were the true powers that cultivators should wield.
He somewhat hoped that one day he could master the power of thunder and lightning himself.
Controlling thunder in one hand and commanding corpses in the other.
The thought of both righteousness and evil cultivation was stimulating.
Various chaotic thoughts flashed through Song Wen's mind, but his actions were not slow at all.
Before Yan Feng could finish his words, a black sphere in Song Wen's left hand was thrown out.
"Boom!"
The black sphere exploded half a meter in front of Yan Feng, suddenly bursting open.
The sudden explosion made Yan Feng's heart skip a beat. He thought Song Wen had activated another powerful thunder technique.
In the end, it was all bark and no bite.
He felt several small iron pieces embedding themselves into his body, but these iron pieces had minimal power, barely scratching his skin, and causing no real harm.
This was only because he had just been struck by a thunder talisman; otherwise, these iron pieces wouldn't have even scratched his defenses.
"So it's just thunder pellets. They actually think they can use mortal weapons to attack a Qi Refinement 7th-layer cultivator."
Yan Feng sneered disdainfully.
In his view, Song Wen was already at his wit's end.
Yan Feng's eyes flashed like lightning, firmly locking onto Song Wen as he prepared to unleash a thunderous strike to take him down.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a burning sensation emanating from those iron pieces, and this burning sensation continued to spread.
In just a few breaths, his whole body turned bright red, as if he had been boiled like a shrimp.
"Ah..."
Yan Feng let out a series of agonizing screams.
He could no longer stand and fell to the ground, curling up, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah..., Ji Yin, you despicable scoundrel, you dare to use poison?"
As a cultivator skilled in toxic techniques, Yan Feng knew very well that he had been poisoned with an extremely vicious and rare poison, one that ordinary toxins couldn't affect.
As a cultivator of toxic techniques, his resistance to poisons was much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators.
Seeing Yan Feng's unbearable pain, with blood starting to seep from his seven orifices, Song Wen finally relaxed a bit.
He knew that in a direct confrontation, he was definitely not Yan Feng's match, so he had prepared to use thunder talismans and poison to kill Yan Feng from the start.
However, the thunder talisman's power was weaker than he had expected.
He had thought the thunder talisman could kill the opponent outright, but it turned out to only seriously injure Yan Feng.
Fortunately, he had prepared a follow-up plan. He had applied the Fire Burns the Sky to the thunder pellet.
The unexpected effectiveness of the toxic Fire Burns the Sky was somewhat beyond his expectations, and even Yan Feng, who practiced toxic techniques, struggled to resist it. Of course, this was also heavily influenced by Yan Feng already being seriously injured when poisoned.
Knowing time was pressing, Song Wen didn't have time to waste on Yan Feng.
He flipped his hands, and a fireball talisman appeared in each hand.
"Go!"
Two fireballs, each the size of a human head, flew out simultaneously and crashed into Yan Feng's head.
Half of Yan Feng's head was blown away instantly, and he immediately ceased breathing.
Song Wen flew forward, one hand rummaging through Yan Feng's waist pouch, while the other pierced his chest.
Having just used the Blood Escape technique had depleted some of his blood essence, so this was a timely replenishment.
Just as Song Wen grabbed the waist pouch, his spiritual sense sensed someone approaching.
It was several Qi Refinement 5th-layer cultivators from Yan Feng's clan.
"So fast, these ghosts are persistent."
Song Wen had no choice but to abandon devouring Yan Feng's blood essence, turn around, and leave. However, as he turned, more than twenty grayish pellets silently fell around Yan Feng's corpse.
Soon, Song Wen's figure disappeared into the dense forest.
The five who arrived late heard the commotion from the previous battle between the two.
Initially, they thought Yan Feng had won, but upon arriving at the scene, they only found Yan Feng's broken corpse.
"How is this possible!"
"Yan Feng is a Qi Refinement 7th-layer cultivator. How could he lose to someone only at Qi Refinement 3rd-layer, Ji Yin?"
The five surrounded Yan Feng's corpse, their voices filled with disbelief.
"What should we do now? Ji Yin could kill Yan Feng. Even if the five of us join forces, we might not be able to handle him," one of them said.
The five stood around Yan Feng's corpse, momentarily silent.
(End of the Chapter)