Everlasting Chapter 925 Fight (2/2)

A cultivator with a nonchalant-looking face and formidable aura then appeared before Chen Feng. There was a gentle smile on his face and he looked as though he meant Chen Feng no harm.

“Ascendant Immortal. Are you by any chance the Warlord?” Chen Feng laughed.

“I am he.”

“Greetings, Patriarch Warlord!” The four Earthen Immortals knelt down respectfully.

“I thought that the Warlord would be a mighty-looking figure. Unexpectedly, he would be a frail-looking young master,” Chen Feng said smilingly. However, he was secretly putting his guard up.

“Mighty looking, eh? After saying that, the Warlord took a step forward and the aura emanating from his body swelled. The ferocious aura then a.s.sailed Chen Feng.

Instantly, Chen Feng felt s.p.a.ce turning upside-down as various terrifying images a.s.sailed his sea of wisdom.

However, a dull sound rang out from the Longevity Tower and Chen Feng's sea of wisdom recovered. By then, however, the Warlord had already appeared before Chen Feng and a punch shot towards him.

“To be able to die to the Divine Warlord Fist that I created, you should feel honoured,” the Warlord said, his aura becoming indescribably overbearing.

“You're just a soul imprint. Yet, you dare think about killing me? You overestimate yourself.” Chen Feng waved his hand and a violent-looking blade burning with the power of blood and malice slashed at the Warlord.

It was the Violent Bloodmalice Blade that Chen Feng had obtained from Hegemon Blade Sect, a low-grade Immortal artifact. Although Chen Feng had yet to fully refine this violent-looking blade, he had collected large quant.i.ties of the power of blood and malice from the battlefield. Thus, this sudden burst of power allowed it to stop the Warlord's attack.

“That's Hegemon Blade Sect's Violent Bloodmalice Blade! How could it be in your hands?!” one of the Earthen Immortals who were standing far away shouted.

“Just a low-grade Immortal artifact. Come here!” the Warlord said. He swiftly stretched his hand and the whole immortal palace shook. It felt as though a roar was reverberating outwards, shaking one's eardrums to the point of bursting. Next, a high amount of spiritual energy gathered up to form a ma.s.sive palm, which then grasped at Chen Feng.

“Break!”

Chen Feng unleashed a slash, which collided against the ma.s.sive palm. The power of the palm felt as deep as the ocean. And yet, it was also extremely flexible, capable of unravelling a great portion of Chen Feng's might.

Next, waves of sticky power swirled to pull the Violent Bloodmalice Blade away from Chen Feng's hand. Even so, the blade continued to radiate a thick power of blood and malice. Only after a talisman struck it did it fall quietly to the ground.

“Four Immortal artifacts.” The corners of Chen Feng's lips curled into a faint smile.

The four Earthen Immortals rushed forward, each picking up one of the Immortal artifacts. They looked highly elated.

“Kid, what other items do you have? Just bring them all out,” the Warlord said with a faint smile.

“As you wish.” Chen Feng strode forward, rus.h.i.+ng straight towards the Warlord.

“You have a death wish.” The Warlord scoffed, placing his palm up to display the Warlord Palm Art.

Pa!

Light flashed out and the Warlord Palm was broken. Due to that, a look of surprise flashed across the Warlord's face.

A black-coloured whip had appeared in Chen Feng's hand. Rather, it looked like a vine, twisting about in Chen Feng's grasp. With a booming sound, it then split up and elongated continuously at a rapid pace to envelop the whole s.p.a.ce. Some of the vines also lashed out at the Warlord.

“What is this?”

“The Divine Malla Vine. However, you will not know of it. Alright, then. Let's end our play here. It's time I leave,” Chen Feng said.

“Leave? How can you leave?” The Warlord revealed a derisive grin.

“You are just a manifestation. Besides, even if your real body came, you might not be able to keep me here.” Flames began burning across the surface of the vines.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The interior of the immortal palace descended into chaos.

Sou! Sou!

With a swing of Chen Feng's hand, two round beads flew out. One black and one white, they were none other than the Sovereign Fire Bead and Blackwater Bead, pseudo-Immortal artifacts.

Boom!

The two beads were magic treasures with the possibility of levelling up to become genuine Immortal artifacts. At that very moment, they spun rapidly as they flew out before slamming into one another. And yet, no explosion happened as a result. Instead, they merged together before arriving in front of the Warlord, where they abruptly grew in size. Seeing that, the Warlord cried out in alarm and he swiftly attempted to run away. Following that, a sky-shaking boom rang out.

The two pseudo-Immortal artifacts had fused together before blowing themselves up. Due to that, the power it unleashed had instantly blew up the Warlord as well. As the Warlord's figure was hurtling through the sky, it began dissipating before finally breaking down into streams of energy.

Next, Chen Feng beckoned and the Immortal artifacts in the hands of the four Earthen Immortals shook. The talismans pasted on them shone with light before breaking apart. Seeing that, the faces of the four Earthen Immortals paled. However, before they could throw the Immortal artifacts away, the power radiating out from the Immortal artifacts quaked their bodies to pieces. This time, the deaths of these four Earthen Immortals were different compared to the deaths of those before them. Previously, a strand of soul had managed to escape from each of the cultivators that Chen Feng killed. This time, however, the Warlord himself was already in a dire situation. How was he to spare the time to help these four Earthen Immortals?

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!

The suppressed Immortal artifacts flew back to Chen Feng. Snickering, Chen Feng grabbed the Heaven Piercing Lance and stabbed forward to create a spatial crack. Next, the Longevity Tower wrapped up Chen Feng and transformed into a stream of light before disappearing from sight.

After that, Chen Feng's voice echoed about. “I lost two pseudo-Immortal artifacts, but I only managed to kill a few fellows. Looks like I suffered quite the loss this time. Still, there is no need to rush this. We still have time.”

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