At this moment Tang San was desperately trying to escape, but his legs simply couldn't keep up; after a few staggering steps he crashed face-first into the dirt.
He stretched his hands out, crawling forward in a struggle, fingers clawing into the mud until blood foamed up from the grazes.
He never imagined that even standing up had become a luxury; his eyes turned vacant with terror, and drawing a single breath made his bones feel as though they were cracking apart.
Yet Xingtian's axe already blazed with a cold light that lit up his face; the glare blinded him for an instant.
"Mangy Tang San, your end has come."
Chu Feng spoke with icy sharpness, and Xingtian roared in answer.
Only now did The Shrek group finally come to their senses, racing against time to save him.
But it was too late. Tang San first uttered his final words: "I won't accept this!"
The moment the words left his mouth—rip—
Xingtian split him in two. Bits of flesh splattered and fell into the nearby soil, only to be devoured by the blood sea infected with Asura God Power.
His corpse rotted at a sickening speed.
The spirit power, soul power, martial soul, and mystical treasures he took such pride in all disintegrated in an instant.
Though his body was still warm, his strength seemed to abandon him at the speed of light.
The onlookers' emotions erupted in unison.
Dai Mubai dropped to his knees, face haggard. "Little San, we said we'd become the strongest Spirit Masters under heaven—how could you…"
Oscar and Ma Hongjun wept aloud. "Third Brother, if you're dead what are we supposed to do?"
Ning Rongrong's mind reeled; with Tang San gone her plans for revenge might die as well. She clenched her fists in bitter hatred.
Zhu Zhuqing was supporting Xiao Wu. The big sister always looked after the little sister, and Xiao Wu had now completely lost her soul, drained of Spirit; one thought of spirit power and the man she loved…
Thus the illustrious fame of the Shrek Seven Devils was strangled before it could even bloom—exactly the outcome Chu Feng most delighted in.
Chu Feng slid stylishly down Xingtian's frame to the ground, gave Tang San's corpse a casual glance, smiled, and turned away.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong quickly moved forward; having fought as members of Spirit Hall, they now seemed more united than ever.
Chu Feng paid no extra heed to the remaining six Shrek members, burning with hatred; he had more important matters to attend to.
But Dai Mubai took the initiative to shout, "You killed Little San and think you can just walk away? You really don't take Shrek seriously?"
"Oh? You think that Tang San, on the verge of becoming a god, couldn't beat me, but you can?"
Chu Feng flexed his wrist; he didn't even feel the need to summon Xingtian—one hand would be enough.
"Hmph—White Tiger Meteor Shower!"
Dai Mubai, true to his hot temper, first bolstered his body until his muscles bulged, then hurled a dense barrage of fist-sized golden orbs.
Chu Feng lifted his eyes in disdain; a glimmer of clear immortal light condensed, shaping an illusory heavy fist that blasted outward.
The two forces looked equally imposing, yet Dai Mubai had overestimated himself—his strength was still far too low.
Bang!
Golden spheres ruptured one after another, while the phantom fist continued its unstoppable advance.
Dai Mubai had to cross his arms, using White Tiger Diamond Power to defend, while Ma Hongjun and Oscar lent support from the side.
Qian Renxue watched with keen interest; compared with Xingtian's towering martial soul, she cared more about Chu Feng's subtle combat techniques—far more worthy of study.
Boom!
The Shrek group was blasted aside. A terrifying shock-wave sank the ground several meters; all of them lay battered and sprawled, every slight movement tearing their wounds.
"You're not finishing them off?"
Bibi Dong knew Chu Feng's casual strike had not been lethal; her own killing intent suddenly flared and she itched to act.
"No need. The one hiding in the shadows is the real threat."
Chu Feng's perception was acute; he had already sensed a potential menace within ten thousand li.
It definitely wasn't the Asura God; when that fellow showed up in the guise of the Man in Black Robe he'd proved he had no intention of lingering, so he wouldn't reappear any time soon.
Someone else, then—an actual true god in the flesh.
As for why this being was a threat, Chu Feng felt the surrounding aura was off, and Tang San's frenzied behavior during the fight had also been wrong.
He had to find this person to dig out the root of the problem, so wiping out Shrek dropped on his list of priorities.
Always eliminate the strongest first—Chu Feng's consistent style.
"Where is anyone? Feng, are you seeing things?"
There was a hint of coquettishness in Qian Renxue's tone; perhaps she felt left out of the fight and was getting anxious.
"Of course there is. You'll know soon enough."
Chu Feng's eyes burned like torches; his judgment was never wrong.
Yet the Shrek members weren't dead, and they refused to watch the Spirit Hall people leave in peace.
After such towering hatred, missing this chance would be utter disgrace.
Oscar spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and struggled to his feet from the pit; his tenacity actually surpassed Tang San's by a notch.
Bloodshot eyes bulging, he roared, "Don't you walk away!"
"Oh? Give me a reason."
Chu Feng wore a faint, amused smile.
"I'll avenge Third Brother! I'll wipe out Spirit Hall!"
Oscar's mind was clearly unhinged; forcing the last of his strength, he shrieked, sounding for all the world like some champion of justice.
Chu Feng flashed in front of him, lifted his left hand, and clamped it around Oscar's skull, pinning him effortlessly.
Slowly Chu Feng said, "You're so outraged over those nobles I killed earlier—what about the ordinary people Tang San just slaughtered?"
"In this cut-throat era, grandstanding is useless; power is the only truth."
With those final words of wisdom, he hoped Oscar would ponder them well in hell.
Then—crack—Chu Feng crushed Oscar's skull and tossed the body toward where Tang San had died, a swarm of flies feasting with delight.
He clapped his hands briskly and strode away; the five remaining Shrek members looked ashen, all fight and will gone, forced to accept reality.
At that very moment a violent storm slammed into Suotuo City, shredding everything in its path, even twisting the clouds in the sky.
It gave the inhabitants no chance to flee; even higher-rank Spirit Masters were helplessly slaughtered.
For this was power on the level of gods—how could mere mortals resist?
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