206 Free Meal? (2/2)

The bottlenecks of every part of Feng Lin's body were broken through. His qi and blood surged forth with great momentum, akin to boiling mercury as the luster of energy appeared within his cells. His entire body was undergoing the 'energy-evolution' process.

The demon sword started vibrating like it was a living object. It revolved around Feng Lin's arms and emitted a humming noise as if it were laughing in satisfaction.

208!

Ultimately, Feng Lin's vitality stat broke through the great limit of 200. It was an increase of more than two times compared to his previous vitality stat. Now, he wasn't just equal to a normal elite cultivator; his aura had even exceeded the vast majority of elite cultivators.

Upon reaching this step, the growth in his vitality stat also halted, no longer surging up.

It was about time, as expected of all the efforts he put into this plan!

In the depths of Feng Lin's heart, ripples of joy appeared.

No matter how wondrous the eight-branched force was, there was a limit to it. It allowed him to add about a hundred points to his vitality stat and if he still wanted more after this, he would truly be incomparably greedy.

The bewitching voice in his mind grew louder and louder, but Feng Lin merely sneered. He no longer restrained his spirit force and allowed it to burst forth like the eruption of a volcano.

The bewitching intent was like a withered tree being split apart by a thunderbolt; it was forcibly crushed.

One must know that Feng Lin was walking on Sun Wukong's mythological path.

Sun Wukong was known as the 'Heart Monkey', nothing under the sky could be hidden from his eyes. His spirit force was immensely powerful, and even gods and buddhas weren't able to crush his will. How could a mere demonic sword like this be able to waver Feng Lin's mind?

Feng Lin's eyes suddenly opened as he stepped forward. His entire aura had changed. His aura was now like the brimming fiery might within a volcano that was on the verge of eruption. One was able to sense the immense power contained within him.

Among the three greater demons of Japanese mythology, the Daitengu's combat prowess was the strongest. But when fighting one against two, especially against Fuuma Taro and the goddess who had fused with their greater demons, the Daitengu was still ultimately weaker. Its ending was incomparably miserable. Both of its hands and wings were torn apart, and it transformed into a cloud of demonic qi, vanishing from its original location.

Feng Lin didn't feel any pity. He had initially thought that he could use the Daitengu to increase his combat strength. But now, after obtaining the power from the eight-branched force, his vitality stat soared to a point beyond his imagination. Now, even among the elite cultivators, he couldn't be considered a weakling.

To the current him, the help which the Daitengu could provide was extremely limited. It was completely dispensable. It had already exceeded its value by being able to delay Fuuma Taro and the goddess for such a long time. Moreover, he hadn't wasted too much time trying to subdue the Daitengu before this.

Staring at Fuuma Taro and the goddess who were rushing frenziedly over, Feng Lin coldly laughed. ”If you guys want this sword, I can give it to you.”

He tossed the sword out, actually treating the demonic sword which the two of them viewed to be a supreme treasure as trash. After all, he had already completely absorbed the eight-branched force within the sword. The sword now was just a shell of its former self; Feng Lin didn't have it in his eyes at all.

Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess halted their actions. They exchanged a mutual glance, wondering what trick was Feng Lin trying to pull.

This Kusanagi Sword was the strongest of the three great divine treasures in Japanese mythology. Earlier, this man snatched the food from the mouth of the tigers, but right now, he actually voluntarily gave the sword up?

The demon sword was embedded in the ground and continued to vibrate. All of a sudden, a strange aura gushed forth from it as a terrifying face manifested. Its expression was malevolent as it howled, ”Despicable human, I will slay you for sure!”

As the supreme demonic sword, it was actually tricked by a mere human who had absorbed all its eight-branched force and refused to become its sword slave. This caused the demonic sword to be incomparably enraged, it was filled with hatred...

To it, Feng Lin's action was like eating a meal and fleeing before paying up. Running away without paying after bedding a prostitute…

The demonic sword vowed to kill Feng Lin. It suddenly shot up into the air and flew toward Fuuma Taro.

Upon seeing the sword flying toward him, Fuuma Taro didn't expect he would be so lucky. He instantly took the initiative to grab it and didn't resist the evil influence of the demonic sword at all.

The demonic sword and him seemed to merge as one entity.

Human and sword as one!

Fuuma Taro actually became a sword human at this moment…?