Silver Serpent Descends from Heaven

Song Wen gave no response. Instead, the aura around his entire body began to plummet drastically, and the corpse Qi swirling around him gradually grew faint.

"Is his spiritual power running dry?"

Yan Feng's heart leaped with joy once more.

The more severely Jiyin's strength declined, the greater the chances of capturing him alive.

Before he could rejoice for long, however, he sensed the aura on Jiyin's body turn bizarre.

The dense, heavy corpse Qi vanished completely in an instant. In its place arose the flavor of a vast, righteous energy.

This feeling was incredibly jarring.

It was as if a butcher overflowing with murderous aura had suddenly transformed into a compassionate, enlightened eminent monk.

Yan Feng was not alarmed; rather, he was delighted.

Jiyin indeed harbored a massive secret. As long as he subdued him, those secrets would belong to him.

Right at this moment, a majestic heavenly might suddenly spread from Jiyin's body, brimming with an imposing pressure meant to sweep away all filth in the world.

"What is that!"

Yan Feng could no longer maintain his joy. A deep chill rose from the depths of his heart.

He hurriedly circulated his poison technique. Billows of green mist steamed around him, rapidly condensing into a green bronze bell that shielded his entire body.

The green bronze bell grew increasingly solid, as if about to turn into a genuine, ancient bronze artifact.

Before the transformation could finish, a dazzling, silver-white lightning bolt materialized high in the sky. Following a deafening clap of thunder, a silver serpent tore through the firmament, striking straight down at Yan Feng.

Boom!

The silver serpent slammed into the green bronze bell with a earth-shattering roar.

The shockwave shook the surrounding trees violently, as if the very mountains were collapsing.

At the epicenter of the attack, Yan Feng was instantly engulfed in a blinding silver-white light that forced the eyes shut.

The lightning struck fast and vanished just as quickly.

Within a ten-meter radius around Yan Feng, every single tree was blasted to powder, leaving nothing behind.

The ground where he stood had even been scraped clean of its top layer.

The large green bell was gone. Disappearing along with it was Yan Feng's entire left arm.

Yan Feng's injuries were severe, yet he had survived.

His face contorted into a twisted, crazed snarl.

"Good, very good. I never expected you to be able to activate a lightning talisman that only righteous path cultivators can use. I must capture you, tear out your soul, and slowly torture and refine it. I will have every last secret on your body!"

Song Wen paid no mind to Yan Feng's threats.

Villains always died from talking too much.

In truth, Song Wen was not entirely satisfied with the results of the Heavenly Lightning Talisman.

This was a high-grade first-layer talisman-an extremely rare lightning-attribute talisman capable of severely injuring or even killing a late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator. Yet, when used against Yan Feng, who was only at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation, it had merely left him heavily wounded.

Could Senior Brother Xu have sold me a defective talisman? But looking at that bolt of lightning just now, it didn't seem defective at all.

He had actually been shaken by the lightning's destructive force. That violent power, that swift speed-this was the true power a cultivator should master.

He found himself hoping that one day, he too could master the power of lightning.

Wielding lightning in one hand, controlling corpses with the other.

Practicing both the righteous and demonic paths simultaneously-the mere thought of it was exhilarating.

Though stray thoughts flashed through Song Wen's mind, his movements did not slow in the slightest.

Before Yan Feng could even finish speaking, Song Wen threw the black sphere in his left hand.

Boom!

The black sphere exploded violently half a meter in front of Yan Feng.

The sudden blast caused Yan Feng's heart to tighten, thinking Song Wen had unleashed another formidable lightning art.

As it turned out, the strike carried a massive roar but little substance.

He felt several tiny iron shards pierce his body, but their power was negligible, merely scratching his skin without causing any real harm.

This was only because he had just been struck by the lightning talisman; otherwise, these iron fragments could never have breached his defenses.

"So it's just a Thunderbolt Pellet. To think you'd vainly attempt to use a mortal weapon against a sixth-layer Qi Condensation cultivator," Yan Feng sneered disdainfully.

In his view, Song Wen was at his wit's end.

Yan Feng's gaze locked onto Song Wen like lightning. He prepared to launch a decisive, crushing strike to capture him.

Right then, he noticed a sudden, burning sensation radiating from the iron shards, a burning that rapidly spread.

Within a few breaths, his entire body turned crimson red, looking exactly like a boiled shrimp.

"Ah..."

Piercing, miserable screams erupted from Yan Feng's throat.

He could no longer stand. He collapsed to the ground, curling into a ball as his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Ah...! Jiyin, you despicable coward... you used poison?"

As a cultivator of poison techniques, Yan Feng understood perfectly well that he had been struck by an exceptionally malicious and rare, potent toxin. Ordinary poisons could not affect him at all.

Cultivators who practiced poison paths possessed far greater toxic resistance than normal cultivators.

Seeing Yan Feng writhe in agony as blood began to seep from his seven orifices, Song Wen's taut nerves finally relaxed a fraction.

He knew he was absolutely no match for Yan Feng in a head-on technique duel. Thus, from the very beginning, he had planned to combine the lightning talisman and poison to slay him.

However, the lightning talisman's power had fallen a bit short of his expectations.

He had thought the talisman alone would obliterate his opponent, not expecting Yan Feng to survive it.

Fortunately, he had prepared a hidden move: he had coated the Thunderbolt Pellet in Fire Burning Heavens.

The effects of the potent Fire Burning Heavens poison exceeded his expectations. Even a poison cultivator like Yan Feng found it impossible to withstand, though this was heavily tied to the fact that Yan Feng was already gravely injured when the toxin entered his system.

Song Wen knew time was of the essence; he had none to waste on Yan Feng.

With a flick of his wrists, a Fireball Talisman appeared in each of his hands.

"Go!"

Two fireballs the size of human heads flew out in tandem, slamming squarely onto Yan Feng's head.

Half of Yan Feng's skull was blasted away, and his breath ceased instantly.

Song Wen lunged forward. One hand snatched the Storage Bag at Yan Feng's waist, while the other stabbed into the man's chest.

Executing the Blood Escape Technique earlier had drained a massive amount of his essence blood; this was the perfect opportunity to replenish a portion of it.

Yet, the moment Song Wen gripped the Storage Bag, his spiritual sense detected approachers.

It was the other Yan family clan members at the fifth layer of Qi Condensation.

"So fast. They really are like lingering ghosts."

Song Wen had no choice but to abandon devouring Yan Feng's essence blood. He spun on his heel to flee, but as he turned, over twenty tiny gray specks dropped silently into the dirt around Yan Feng's corpse.

Soon, Song Wen's figure vanished into the dense forest.

The five belated cultivators had heard the sounds of battle from afar.

They assumed Yan Feng had emerged victorious, but upon arriving at the scene, they found nothing but Yan Feng's mangled corpse.

"How is this possible!"

"Yan Feng was at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation! How could he lose to Jiyin, who is only at the third layer?"

The five of them surrounded the corpse, their voices thick with disbelief.

"What do we do now? Jiyin managed to kill Yan Feng. Even if the five of us join forces, we might not be able to cut him down," one of them noted.

The five men stood over Yan Feng's remains, falling into a tense, brief silence.

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