Leaping into the air, sprouting from dry land.
Noticing the strange shadow twisting towards him from behind, the young man intercepted it mid-air and kicked towards its face! A whip-like kick brutally knocked Wu Daoxu down.
Raising his hands to block, he was still pushed back seven or eight steps before stabilizing, his crazed eyes revealing shock, his body carving a mark on the ground as he imdiately adjusted his stance to attack Jiang Feng.
The other hand was equally pitch-black, showing that he was gradually being assimilated by this so-called Ghost Cultivator. Typically, Ghost Cultivators employ strange thods, often manipulating others’ minds without direct engagent. Whether it concerns the Divine Soul or flesh, they study it, and the black blood covering Wu Daoxu was in its nascent form.
However, he was just a beginner, far from mastery, capable only of employing this "black blood’s" power in the most basic and crude ways. Only when his entire body could be covered by the black blood and he could drive this power with his own will would his divine skills reach perfection.
Boom!
The muscle collision was incredibly dull.
This was Jiang Feng’s first ti choosing to clash head-on with an enemy using the Body Cultivation thod. Neither gave in, fists clashing, muscles bulging, veins surfacing, and in terms of strength, Jiang Feng unexpectedly surpassed Wu Daoxu’s refined black blood, filling him with astonishnt.
Yet, he soon displayed a sinister smile as the black blood crept up Jiang Feng’s arm, attempting to control his mind.
"An ant trying to shake a tree, courting death!"
The Yin Soul within began to act up.
The black blood attached to Jiang Feng’s arm emitted a scorching crackling sound, as the Yin Soul invaded his body and attacked his Divine Soul. The smile on his face grew broader, as he had used this technique to kill countless cultivators, so even of higher realm than his, yet they still fell to his "Soul Puppet."
This "Soul Puppet" was refined to this level using the blood, souls, and bones of dozens of cultivators, even including the blood and Divine Soul of Nascent Soul Stage experts. This was the origin of Ghost Cultivation.
With such a Soul Puppet as a trump card, no wonder Wu Daoxu dared to seek revenge knowing Jiang Feng had already stepped into the Core Formation Stage.
Seeing the Soul Puppet climb onto his body, the Soul Puppet in hand began to transform, and the pitch-black blood bubbling with emotions of anger and relief fiercely devoured Jiang Feng’s Divine Soul, with the grievances of dozens of dead souls pouring into his brain in an instant, including their fragnted mories.
If a cultivator not skilled in Divine Soul or lacking strong will encountered such a situation, they would likely succumb to madness on the spot. Even Cen Yueyue furrowed her brows at this point, but she neither spoke nor intervened. Given her understanding of Jiang Feng, if he wasn’t confident, he wouldn’t take such a risk in close combat.
"Master, Junior Sister! Today I will avenge you!"
Noticing the Soul Puppet enter the opponent’s body completely, Wu Daoxu couldn’t help but roar in a hoarse voice.
Their eyes t again.
Calm.
Elegant.
Easygoing.
His heart was as still as water, undisturbed, and neither his expression nor his strength wavered in the slightest. His hand remained clamped like a vice on Wu Daoxu’s pitch-black wrist, settling the contest in an instant.
"If there’s nothing else, it’s my turn now."
He asked calmly.
Crack—
His knuckles emitted a crisp sound.
Clenching his fist, he ignored the corrosive burns the black blood inflicted on his arm and let out a low roar.
"Hah!"
Inhaling, exhaling.
In the rhythm of his breath, it seed as if a tiger roared. His essence blood surged into his heart and coursed through his limbs in an instant, breaking the human body’s natural limit of strength. With powerful muscles and bones, the energy was transmitted to every corner of his body, and lowering his center of gravity, he stepped forward and unleashed a Tiger Fist!
His shoulder shook, his eyelid twitched.
An ordinary Tiger Fist struck directly at Dan Mansion, and though Wu Daoxu reacted just in ti to defend desperately, not just with his hands but also mobilizing his entire Spiritual Energy, the montum still pierced through, forming a black airwave on his back as if it knocked his soul out of his body.
Truth be told.
She was frightened.
Her little boyfriend’s rapid growth in strength far exceeded expectations. Initially, she estimated that Jiang Feng could catch up with her within ten years, but it only took three to do so, and if it went on, even in another two, she might not be able to keep him in check. But what puzzled her even more was why Jiang Feng remained unhard.
The most feared aspect of Ghost Cultivators was their ability to influence others’ minds and corrupt their Divine Soul. Yet, Jiang Feng was not only unaffected but also growing calr, as still as a statue yet able to burst with agility, and after throwing the punch, he didn’t even blink.
The grand way is the simplest.
The simplest punch, the simplest stance, the most basic skills, without any fancy tricks, purely relying on overwhelming strength to defeat the opponent – that is Jiang Feng’s character.
The truth is he is quite stubborn.
If anyone tries to suppress him in any way, he will retaliate in the sa manner, defeating them in their strongest domain, not just defeating but crushing their spirit.
As he watched Wu Daoxu get blasted away with a single punch, soone rely shook the remaining black blood off his wrist. The wrist guard was burned to a crisp, and even the skin bore charred marks, yet these dead skin patches healed at a visible speed, turning from black to pink, fully showcasing Xu Huoyao’s power.
The cultivation technique of devouring others’ flesh and blood for refining, combined with a Gu Worm perfectly suited for this cultivation system, complented each other seamlessly. Ironically, they unlocked a completely new path for him.
Reviews
All reviews (0)