Translator: CinderTL
Boom!!
The deafening explosion reverberated, shaking the entire Dwarf Mountain of the Flame Tiger Sect as if an Earth Dragon had turned over.
Outside, in the open air above the aircraft's open hatch, Old Leader Zhang, who had been about to intervene, was taken aback. Zhou Wuren and Han Chao also focused their attention.
Crack!
A strange sound echoed, so crisp and piercing in the tranquil green wilderness.
The woman in the white Martial Arts Uniform gripped her slender sword tightly. Her contracted pupils clearly saw a streak of white light appear on the black barrier.
It was blindingly bright, followed by an enraged shout from within, no longer completely contained.
"You're courting death!!"
Boom!!
A half-meter-thick beam of crimson light shot out like lightning, piercing through everything in its path.
Peering through the crack, even from a distance and high in the air, everyone could feel an overwhelming sense of pressure and dread.
"An Energy Cannon?" a military officer accompanying the group exclaimed in surprise.
But the old man in the white lab coat shook his head gravely. "It's likely a technique of a High-Ranking Envoy. But its power rivals a light Energy Cannon."
Boom!
As the words fell, the black barrier shuddered again.
The spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions before being shattered with brute force in a cacophony of cracking sounds.
Finally, through the nearly two-meter-wide gap in the Barrier, a figure radiating blinding daylight emerged.
The crimson beam of light continued to strike his back, yet he stood firm as if unaffected, remaining perfectly still. He even seemed to sense something amiss, glancing upward.
Their eyes met, and the air fell silent for a moment.
Roar!!
Though he made no movement, everyone present felt a surge of intense, violent rage erupt in their minds.
The woman in the white Martial Arts Uniform paled, her hand gripping her slender sword trembling slightly with sweat.
Old Leader Zhang, standing nearby, seemed to understand the key point and shook his head.
Buzz!
Suddenly, all the strange phenomena vanished.
The dark barrier rapidly receded, revealing the entire Mountain Gate of the Flame Tiger Sect.
Among them, a demonic Batfolk's face was contorted with fury. Above his head, dozens of ravens and bats scattered, transforming into a wooden carving etched with a similar creature's image. The carving shattered continuously, emitting cracking sounds.
"You—"
Whoosh!!!
Before he could speak again, the ground trembled, and the figure shot into the air.
The light of day contracted to a half-finger's width, and the potent force of his Physical Body surged through every cell in his body.
Thump! Thump!
Amidst the violent pounding of his heart, Chen Feng felt his blood rushing through his veins, his chest cavity acting like an engine driving all his power.
Boom!!!
The Sixth-Tier Bat Person was sent flying backward, smashing through over a dozen layers of Mountain Gate walls and trees.
A wisp of expelled blood lingered in the air, and the figure enveloped in Daylight protection passed through it.
Whoosh!!
The sound was almost sonic, a fusion of white and crimson that covered hundreds of meters in an instant, catching up to the Sixth-Tier Bat Person just as he was about to fall into the back mountain.
"Get out of here!"
A furious roar echoed, and a crimson arc of light condensed at the tips of the Bat Person's wings.
Seeing this, Chen Feng's gaze sharpened. The creature was strikingly similar to the Demonic Human-Bat he had encountered in the Qinggang City Dreamscape.
But this was not the time to dwell on it. The two-meter-thick beam of crimson light, like a light energy cannon, shot forward in a straight line, reaching its target in an instant.
Boom!!!
The ground trembled, and dust billowed.
The crowd in the Mountain Gate training ground stared blankly at the gaping hole in the wall, which stretched hundreds of meters away.
His tattered Martial Arts Uniform flapping in the wind, the burly young man stood atop the back mountain, arms crossed in front of him to block the attack.
The ground beneath his feet cracked and shattered, but the two-meter-thick crimson beam was blocked, unable to advance a single inch further.
Even more astonishingly...
Buzz!!
The Daylight barrier, resembling a protective aura, suddenly shuddered violently, causing the crimson light to explode into fragments.
A few arcs of light still flickered and crackled, but the Sixth-Tier Bat Person sensed an overwhelming sense of danger. Desperately flapping its bat wings, it tried to take flight.
Boom! Boom!!
At this critical moment, two missiles launched from a military aircraft overhead.
The explosions erupted in a flash of fire and a plume of black smoke.
Though instantly consumed by the crimson and black light, the Bat Person's face contorted with rage. This momentary delay proved fatal.
Boom!!
In an instant, a figure stomped the ground.
The entire Mountain Gate shook violently, circular cracks and white shockwaves radiating outwards.
Using the force of the impact, Chen Feng shot upwards like an arrow loosed from a bow, soaring into the clouds.
The ear-splitting sonic boom tore through the air, leaving trails of white vapor that dissipated in circular bursts.
The Bat Person's expression was a mixture of shock and fury. It desperately tried to activate its abilities and unleash another crimson shockwave.
But alas, a moment's delay had cost it all its escape routes.
"Got you."
Amidst a detached sneer, Chen Feng, surging forward, locked eyes with the Batfolk and seized his ankle.
Veins bulged on his arm, resembling coiling pythons.
His knotted muscles and sinews strained in unison, defying gravity as he violently hurled the Batfolk toward the ground.
Whoosh!!
The Batfolk plummeted, the intense wind pressure scraping his skin raw.
Yet, he inwardly cursed humanity's stupidity, for they dared to confront him with ordinary human tactics.
In an instant, he flapped his bat wings, attempting to break free from the brutal throw and soar into the sky.
But...
Buzz!!
No longer needing to restrain himself in front of others, no longer suppressing his Wrath of the Storm, the storm finally unleashed its full fury.
The white clouds in the sky instantly exploded. The Military aircraft hovering in mid-air, disrupted by electromagnetic interference and energy fluctuations, swayed violently, nearly crashing.
Zhou Wuren, Han Chao, and the others were already horrified. The woman in the white Martial Arts Uniform widened her eyes in disbelief.
Under countless gazes, the struggling Batfolk groaned, his head splitting with pain as a storm raged within his mind.
All movement abruptly ceased. He crashed to the ground with a thunderous boom.
The Mountain Gate trembled under the impact, and everyone who had been staring up snapped their heads down, their faces frozen in shock, unable to find words to describe what they had just witnessed.
Whoosh!
A piercing sound of descent filled the air.
Chen Feng, suspended mid-air, had somehow plunged downward in a dive.
Grandmaster Flying Eagle on the ground watched with wide-eyed disbelief, feeling as if he had glimpsed a powerful shadow resembling the Flying Eagle Sect True Art.
This was a Force technique from Qinggang City, belonging to the Three Great Factions. He had seen it countless times in his residual memories and had silently memorized it—a Mid-Tier True Art.
Even without deliberate training, Chen Feng had grasped its fundamental principles.
The anti-gravity burst of Star-Throwing Force he had unleashed earlier in mid-air was one example.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the dive began.
Everyone felt the sky darken for an instant, as if layers of dark clouds had gathered.
The figure plummeting from above resembled a comet from another world, hurtling down like a meteor.
"This..."
Old Leader Zhang, having used his Pinnacle Intent to stabilize the aircraft's descent, watched the scene with surprise.
Before he could fully process it, the phenomenon vanished.
Boom!
The diving figure, like a meteor colliding with the sun, slammed into the earth, striking the Batfolk squarely in the chest.
Crack!
A fissure, like a canyon, split the ground, threatening to cleave the Flame Tiger Sect's Mountain Gate in two.
Dark green blood gushed forth, staining the ground crimson. The near-fatal pain from the pierced chest jolted the Batfolk awake, forcing him to break free from the impact of Wrath of the Storm.
"You truly deserve to die," he snarled, his demonic face contorted in agony. His crimson eyes burned with Chen Feng's image.
In the next instant, his aura shifted violently.
His deep crimson skin, like molten flame, suddenly blazed with light, intricate patterns erupting in blinding crimson radiance.
"This is bad!!"
Military personnel in the aircraft above cried out in alarm. Han Chao immediately demanded, "What's happening? Report!"
"The energy magnetic field is highly anomalous! All data is spiking rapidly!"
"He's... he's..."
The military personnel were so shocked they struggled to articulate the situation fully.
Han Chao frowned, then a frail voice suddenly cut through the air.
"He's about to self-detonate!"
Old Leader Zhang, his expression grave, had discerned the truth. The few people beside him paled at the revelation.
Self-detonate?
While they didn't know the extent of the Batfolk's destructive power, they had all heard rumors of the devastating impact of Sixth-Tier Energy System explosion experiments.
Comparable to a special missile of equivalent yield, its power far exceeded that of a light Energy Cannon, capable of leveling buildings within a nearly thousand-meter radius.
"Get out of the way!!"
In that instant, Old Leader Zhang roared a warning, leaping toward the Flame Tiger Sect's Mountain Gate.
This was the last life he could possibly protect, the shortest distance he could reach in his current state.
"Die!"
The Batfolk, choosing self-detonation, twisted their faces into grotesque grimaces as their bodies rapidly swelled.
Their flesh seemed to flow like magma, as if a dormant volcano was about to erupt.
Li Tong and the others, watching from afar, sensed the danger and cried out in alarm.
Above them, Han Chao and the others gritted their teeth in worry, every detail of the impending disaster crystal-clear in their Perception.
Yet, in the face of this imminent threat, Chen Feng neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, he grabbed the Batfolk's shoulder with one hand and seized its forehead horn with the other.
Everyone froze in shock.
The next moment—
Pshhh!!
Blood gushed forth as the Batfolk's body, on the verge of explosion, was violently torn apart.
Severed limbs and scattered remains littered the ground, sizzling as blood vaporized into wisps of white steam that curled upward.
This gruesome scene froze the world in place, the youth's indifferent gaze seared into everyone's memory.
"Did... did he succeed?"
The white-robed woman in the sky couldn't help but tremble as she spoke. Zhou Wuren and Han Chao were both stunned.
The others within the Mountain Gate wore similar expressions, except for Old Leader Zhang, who frowned slightly, sensing something amiss.
Self-detonation required igniting the Life Core—how could it be resolved so easily?
As confusion lingered, no one answered.
Only the sound of blood vaporizing continued to echo.
The Batfolk's mangled limbs and torso stared wide-eyed in horror as the crimson Force burned them to ash.
A faint imprint of the Heart of Life flickered on Chen Feng's chest, hidden by the Daylight.
Against self-detonation fueled by the Life Core, no method was more effective than the Heart of Life.
His gaze flickering, Chen Feng immediately turned to the surrounding devastation.
Invisible strands of power continuously flowed into the mark on his palm, as if the Flame Tiger Sect's Mountain Gate had been bombarded by artillery.
Buildings had collapsed, leaving behind shattered walls and broken pillars.
The ground was cracked and utterly ruined.
"Senior Brother!"
Xu Tingxiao was the first to rush forward, followed by Li Tong and the other True Disciples.
Suppressing their lingering thoughts, they hurried to his side, their faces etched with worry as they examined him from head to toe.
"I'm fine," Chen Feng replied.
Chen Feng shook his head slightly, and the Daylight radiance gradually faded from his body.
His skin transformed from crystal-like jade to a bronze hue, finally returning to its normal color.
This scene left the Giant Elephant Grandmaster and the others secretly astonished, all curious about what True Art he had created or cultivated.
"It's good you're alright, it's good you're alright," Li Tong sighed, and the other True Disciples nodded in agreement.
Before they could say more, a wave of air approached, and the military aircraft in mid-air finally landed.
Han Chao, Zhou Wuren, and the others leaped down, and an elderly man in a white lab coat pushed through the crowd that had automatically parted to make way for him.
"I've long heard of Flame Tiger Grandmaster's renown," Old Leader Zhang said with a smile, his hands clasped behind his back. "Seeing you today, I can truly say the new generation surpasses the old."
Fearing he might not recognize him, Zhou Wuren whispered a reminder, and Han Chao nodded in explanation.
"Senior Zhang arrived in Nanjiang two days ago," Han Chao said. "After hearing about the celebration, he repeatedly expressed his desire to visit and offer his congratulations."
As the words fell, Chen Feng nodded slightly.
In his earlier Perception, Chen Feng had heard the other party's shout of warning and seen him leap down, intending to protect the Flame Tiger Sect disciples and help shield them from the self-detonation's impact—a truly noble act.
"Senior Zhang, thank you," Chen Feng said, returning the gesture with a respectful bow. Though he had remained distant from the Saint Sect since the Xiang Mountain incident, he now offered respect and goodwill.
"No need to be so polite," Old Leader Zhang waved his hand gently. "I merely offered a reminder. The fact that this matter has been resolved is entirely due to Grandmaster Chen's efforts."
The two exchanged a few more casual words.
Watching Chen Feng converse on equal terms with the former leader of the Saint Sect, Grandmaster Ju Xiang and the other Martial Dao Grandmasters who had come to witness the ceremony couldn't help but feel a mixture of envy and admiration.
But then, recalling the earlier scene, they realized it was only natural.
At that moment, no one noticed the woman in the white Martial Arts Uniform standing silently in a corner, her expression complex.
Only Zhou Wuren saw through her facade and shook his head beside her.
"Junior Sister Zhao, I hope you understand what I said earlier," he murmured. "Some people truly defy common sense. Why bother trying to reason with them?"
(End of the Chapter)
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