Chapter 538 - 326: Spatial Hunt! Hiss Becomes Fodder for the Sword Tomb

Above the subterranean river in the Cyan Miasma Swamp, a silent black bolt of lightning relentlessly pursued a frantic, fleeing cloud of dark green mist.

Within the mist, the Divine Soul of Hiss, the Three-Headed Illusory Yin Snake, trembled violently, every thought steeped in agony and venomous hatred.

Ye Jinghong’s Military Soul Divine Spear had torn apart its Divine Realm and grievously wounded its Divine Body.

"Damn you, human! How dare you offend the great Hiss!"

The Head of Hatred let out a silent roar, its Divine Soul’s fluctuations brimming with brutality.

"Calm down. Our Divine Power is dissipating. We must return to the Profound Water True Monarch’s territory as quickly as possible, or else..." In the eyes of the Head of Dominance, anxiety was almost palpable.

Just then, the vertical pupils of the Head of Cunning narrowed abruptly as it turned to look back.

"A little bug is catching up."

With a sweep of its Divine Thought, Hiss instantly locked onto the strangely shaped fighter jet.

"Tier Three? An ant like that dares to pursue a Divine being?"

The Head of Hatred felt its Divine Format had been insulted as never before.

"Perfect. I’ll devour him and replenish some of my Divine Soul!"

Before the thought had even faded, the fighter jet that had been speeding through its Divine Thought vanished into thin air.

The next second, a figure abruptly appeared a hundred meters in front of Hiss.

He was clad in dark silver Spirit Armor, his figure slender, his face as tranquil as a pool of ancient, frozen ice.

It was Han Feng.

All three of Hiss’s heads cast scrutinizing gazes upon him, a hint of confusion in their shared Divine Thought.

’This human is strange.’

’His Cultivation is pathetically weak, but his Divine Soul Strength is absurdly tenacious.’

"Ant, your courage is commendable, but you’ve misplaced it."

The Head of Cunning sent out a mental wave.

"Kneel now and offer up your Divine Soul, and I can grant you a painless death."

Han Feng didn’t reply.

He simply activated the [Eye of Insight].

[Target: Three-Headed Illusory Yin Snake·Hiss (Grievously Wounded)]

[Strength: Temple God Level (Tier Four Late Stage), Currently Fallen to Tier Four Middle Stage]

[Status: Divine Body 37% Damaged, Divine Realm Collapsed, Divine Power Rapidly Dissipating...]

[Weakness: The core head, the ’Head of Dominance,’ is where the Divine Soul Origin resides. The other two heads can be severed and will regenerate.]

’Just as I thought. Its strength is spent.’

Han Feng now knew where he stood and couldn’t even be bothered to respond with words.

In his eyes, this so-called Divine being was no longer a living creature, but a walking pile of resources waiting to be broken down.

"You’re courting death!"

Ignored, Hiss flew into a complete rage. The Head of Hatred abruptly opened its mouth, and a torrent of dark green Poisonous Liquid, capable of melting Tier Three Alloy, shot out.

Wherever the Poisonous Liquid passed, Space itself seemed to hiss as it corroded.

Faced with an attack that could instantly kill any Tier Three Martial Artist, Han Feng’s figure vanished into thin air the instant before the Poisonous Liquid struck.

The Poisonous Liquid hit nothing, melting a bottomless crater into the swamp below as green smoke billowed.

"Space Ability?"

The pupils of the Head of Dominance contracted abruptly. ’This is going to be troublesome.’

Hiss’s vast Divine Thought instantly spread out, blanketing a radius of several thousand meters as it tried to catch the slightest ripple in Space.

"There!"

It immediately detected an extremely faint distortion in the Space to its left rear.

However, before it could attack, Han Feng’s figure had already reappeared.

Like a phantom projected from a shadow dimension, he materialized directly above Hiss’s "Head of Hatred," less than five meters away.

[Phantom Stealth] activated. His figure blended with the surrounding light and shadows, severing all of Hiss’s Divine Thought locks.

It could sense his presence there, but it couldn’t see him or lock on!

The suffocating frustration drove it mad.

’Divine Power Module, activate!’

’Target: Three-Inch Heart Sword.’

’Cost: Five thousand threads of Sword Aura.’

In Han Feng’s Sea of Consciousness, the Three-Inch Heart Sword was instantly suffused with a brilliant golden light. A sharp Will, potent enough to make even a Tier Four Grandmaster’s Divine Soul tremble, erupted forth.

’Cut!’

The formless Heart Sword, carrying the incinerating Trait of the Soul-Burning Sword Aura, arrived in an instant, viciously slashing at the neck of the "Head of Hatred"!

"AARGH!"

Hiss let out a roar of absolute agony.

A golden fissure was brutally torn open on the level of its Divine Soul. Golden flames, formed from the Soul-Burning Sword Aura, burned madly at the wound, devouring its Divine Soul Origin.

In its excruciating pain, all three of Hiss’s heads moved at once. Poisonous Liquid, a Spiritual Shock, and a Divine Power Beam—three devastating forces—interwove into a net, utterly annihilating the spot where Han Feng had just been.

But Han Feng had already retreated into the [Sword Tomb Space] a split second before the attacks landed.

Inside the independent Sword Tomb Space, Han Feng’s face was slightly pale.

Expending five thousand threads of Sword Aura at once, on top of controlling the enhanced Heart Sword, was a considerable drain on his Spiritual Power.

That full-power burst from the [Three-Inch Heart Sword] just now had consumed nearly a third of his stored Sword Aura.

’It was painful to use so much, but it was worth it.’

He floated above the Guiyuan Sword Pool. With a thought, the pure Life Essence stored in the pool transformed into a surging torrent and poured into his body.

The "Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique" operated at high speed. The Sword Seed inside him frantically devoured the Energy, and his reserves of Sword Aura began to recover at a visible rate.

Outside, after its frantic barrage, Hiss hovered warily in the air.

Its giant, serpentine eyes scanned its surroundings, and its Divine Thought swept over every inch of Space again and again like a radar.

’That strange human... he vanished?’

’No, he must still be hiding nearby!’

A cunning glint flashed in the eyes of the Head of Cunning. It deliberately put on an act of being heavily injured and low on Divine Power. Its massive body swayed slightly, looking as if it might fall from the sky at any moment.