Chapter 925 - 713: The Terror of the Curse Poison Master

Chapter 925: Chapter 713: The Terror of the Curse Poison Master

The murderous intent in Wang Mian’s eyes, more accurately, the murderous intent of the White Clothes, made Lin Feng certain that the White Clothes had also been reborn and retained his memories.

Lin Feng confirmed his previous suspicions.

The suspicion was simple and clear: if he was reborn, the White Clothes naturally wouldn’t die easily.

If he died, he wouldn’t be investigating him.

It could be said that Lin Feng’s rebirth was merely incidental to the White Clothes.

From a certain perspective, he ought to be grateful to the White Clothes.

Lin Feng observed the White Clothes, his gaze mainly lingering on those unusual black and purple eyes.

"Before rebirth, the White Clothes’ appearance was as handsome as a demon, with one black eye and one gray. After rebirth, due to some unknown change, the ordinary-looking Wang Mian refined the Yin Yang Puppet, turning his eyes into one black and one purple."

"Even though the host changed, the second personality born from the Yin Yang Puppet remained the White Clothes. It’s only been five years, and the current White Clothes probably hasn’t acquired the ability to control time. If he had such a power, Wang Mian would have certainly noticed."

"If the White Clothes had gained control over time, given his means, Wang Mian’s consciousness would most likely have been completely suppressed long ago."

With this thought, Lin Feng asked the White Clothes, "Who was your previous host?"

This was the question Lin Feng had been struggling with for five years since his rebirth and had always wanted to ask.

In the dead of night, those unusual black and gray eyes frequently appeared in his dreams.

The previous host of White Clothes was definitely not Wang Mian, but precisely who, Lin Feng didn’t know.

However, the other party definitely knew him.

Otherwise, that gaze wouldn’t have been so conflicted back then.

"I can tell you,"

White Clothes said faintly, then turned the subject, "But you must tell me, which Demon Spirit have you refined?"

This Demon Spirit naturally does not refer to the Dragon Fish.

Lin Feng did not respond.

The White Clothes might be probing at this moment.

On Ye Qiu’s Awakening Day, he refined the Thorny Demon Dragon, changing his fate. To Lin Feng, White Clothes might suspect that he refined the Nightmare, though he’s not sure.

After all, even in the past life, there was very little descriptive information about the Nightmare.

Lin Feng never exhibited Nightmare Possession.

His career direction is entirely different from Ye Qiu’s past life.

The Nightmare is Lin Feng’s biggest secret and trump card, naturally something he won’t disclose to the White Clothes.

Compared to Nightmare, the outside world, including White Clothes, seems to believe the likelihood of him refining the Soul-devouring Beast is higher.

White Clothes’ eyes were cold; though his appearance had become common, his demeanor still was like an emperor, overlooking all beings.

As if nothing in this world was worth his concern.

All life, to him, was akin to ants.

At this time, Lin Feng’s murderous intent grew stronger.

He detested this overlooking everything, considering people as food or even trash perspective.

He couldn’t control the urge to utterly destroy it.

"What are they talking about?"

Not far away, Xiong Tian frowned and asked.

He could sense very clearly that the ordinary-looking young man had undergone a dramatic change in aura.

Becoming extremely dangerous.

Even causing him to feel a hint of pressure.

The appearance hadn’t changed, but it seemed like a different person.

"Lin Feng asked that young man who his previous master was. The young man asked Lin Feng which Demon Spirit he refined,"

The effeminate elder explained.

While he understood Mandarin, he evidently was only semi-aware of special terms like "host."

Xiong Tian’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise; aren’t Lin Feng and that young man teammates?

Why did they appear to have grudges and also seemed unfamiliar?

Xiong Tian did not interrupt Lin Feng and the young man’s "reunion" because he too was interested in Lin Feng’s Lifebound Demon Spirit.

Based on the number of Soul Skills, it could already be determined that Lin Feng possessed two Demon Spirits.

And the Dragon Fish was not Lin Feng’s Lifebound Demon Spirit.

There were many speculations about Lin Feng’s Lifebound Demon Spirit; some believed it was from the Earth Chart and even ranked within the top thirty Divine Level Demon Spirits.

Given Lin Feng’s Soul Skill level, refining a Divine Level Demon Spirit was highly likely.

Many also suspected it was from the Exotic Beast Chart.

It might even be the second-ranked Soul-devouring Beast from the list.

The talent ability of the Soul-devouring Beast is the innate Soul Skill of devouring others’ Demon Spirits.

This could explain why Lin Feng’s Soul Skill level was so high, so diverse, with a variety of types.

Xiong Tian anticipated the answer, hence he waited silently.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng didn’t explain.

"Tu Xun, who is that young man?"

Xiong Tian continued asking.

His study of the Human Race’s geniuses and strong individuals was not deep, far less than Tu Xun.

Although he didn’t recognize Wang Mian, to Xiong Tian, anyone able to team up with Lin Feng and make him feel threatened can’t be a nobody.

"I don’t know, there is no such person in the records of Human Race’s geniuses and strong individuals," the effeminate elder said.

Xiong Tian speculated: "Is he an Apostle or Celestial King from the Pure Land?"

"The Pure Land’s records don’t have him either."

Tu Xun shook his head slightly, also very puzzled.

This young man seemed to have appeared out of thin air, with no trace of information.

Unable to see Lin Feng and White Clothes slaughter each other, nor get the information he wanted, Xiong Tian’s patience was depleted.

"Separate the two, then kill them separately."

Xiong Tian’s voice interrupted the "reunion" between Lin Feng and White Clothes.

As the voice fell, the Abnormal People simultaneously shot towards the two.

Because Lin Feng possessed Stand Soul Skills and had learned from past mistakes, this time the Abnormal People did not simultaneously launch a wide-range attack.

"Good luck."

Lin Feng glanced at White Clothes, chuckling softly, a glimmer flashing through his eyes.

White Clothes did not respond, seemingly too indifferent to pay any mind.

The majority of the Abnormal People charged towards Lin Feng, but Xiong Tian was the first to appear in front of Lin Feng. Before getting close, the engulfing wave of energy caused Lin Feng’s eyes to squint slightly, his hair flying back.

Xiong Tian swung his punch, the air erupted with a blast sound, the space trembled, twisting under the impact.

The Dragon Wings vibrated rapidly, Lin Feng flickered ten meters away, with no intention of meeting the attack head-on.

Xiong Tian stamped on the void, his form shooting towards Lin Feng like lightning.

"Such speed."

Before Lin Feng could completely stop moving, Xiong Tian’s figure quickly enlarged in his pupils. Just as he was about to react, two substantial blade lights already rushed towards his head and chest.

Lin Feng forcibly twisted his body, narrowly dodging the attack, barely catching his breath when golden arrows appeared in front of his eyes, causing his pupils to constrict suddenly.

Moreover, Lin Feng felt as if the air was starting to solidify.

A Demon Spirit Master was deploying a spatial type Soul Skill.

"Can’t deploy Illusion Transformation, being confined by a spatial Soul Skill will be troublesome."

Soul Power vibrated, Stand-type Soul Skill released, Lin Feng’s form vanished from the original spot, White Clothes appeared where Lin Feng had been.

White Clothes wore a gloomy expression, observing Lin Feng’s back from the side.

Facing the divine level Soul Skill [Stand], he too couldn’t resist.

Even though Lin Feng’s strength was weaker than his.

White Clothes knew that a spiritual mark had already been planted on him by Lin Feng.

Lin Feng could swap places with him at any time.

Facing such an extremely annoying Soul Skill, always maintaining a high and mighty demeanor, White Clothes couldn’t hide his anger on his face.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, White Clothes’ gaze fixed on the golden arrow flying towards his heart, just thirty centimeters away.

"Bang!"

Without any movement, accompanied by a violent shock sound, the golden arrow was knocked away by an invisible force, not only the arrow but also Xiong Tian and the two Abnormal People following closely behind.

The arrow splintered into two pieces, Xiong Tian and the two men flew over a hundred meters away, stabilizing their forms, Xiong Tian’s gaze growing increasingly solemn.

"What Soul Skill was that just now?"

Xiong Tian gazed at White Clothes, his heart filled with doubt.

What level of Soul Skill is capable of knocking him away, unable to resist?

Currently, White Clothes wasn’t performing Demon Transformation, so he couldn’t discern.

"Booming!"

A violent explosion sound arose, attracting Xiong Tian’s attention.

He looked over, seeing Lin Feng like a giant, already possessed by Dragon Fish, with an extra colorful Phoenix Tail pattern at the corner of his left eye, the silver Phoenix Robe swaying with a brilliant ten-colored Phoenix Tail.

Xiong Tian was slightly stunned, this was his first time seeing Lin Feng with Dragon Fish possession in person.

Who could have thought a One Tier Dragon Fish, initially ordinary, would eventually transform so splendidly, astonishing everyone?

After Dragon Fish possession, Lin Feng slightly opened his mouth, blowing out blue bubbles. During this process, the bubbles rapidly transformed into the form of a Dragon Fish, because the conversion speed was fast, it appeared as if just blowing out Dragon Fish.

The Dragon Fish flapped its wings, shooting towards all directions, launching indiscriminate attacks.

"Booming!!!"

During this process, the explosion sounds continuously arose.

Lightning flashed, waves roared, broken limbs flew, cries of agony repeatedly echoed, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Xiong Tian furrowed his brows tightly, gazing at the explosion center.

In his sight, a man frantically flapped wings, stiff in the air.

Xiong Tian recognized the man, named Tie Qi, Vice City Lord of Wuyun City, an upper-ranked Spirit King who refined Ninth Tier Demon Spirit.

Tie Qi’s power was great, but now appeared extremely miserable.

His entire body was swelling, expanding several circles, skin turned bizarrely colorful, colorful patterns like a rainbow spreading visibly across his body, colors growing more vivid, finally even growing colorful mushrooms the size of a fingernail.

Tie Qi was sixty-seven years old this year, with his upper-ranked Spirit King strength, he was indeed in his prime.

Originally appearing middle-aged, he now aged at least twenty years, black hair streaked with white, many wrinkles at his eyes’ corners.

His expression twisted, continually emitting cries of pain, his body uncontrollably trembling, even the wings difficult to control.

At this moment, he was enduring lethal agony, faintly visible wisps of white flame emerged on his body surface, while the body, contrary to, emitted coldness, the terrifying part being that beneath his chest’s skin, an unknown foreign object seemed to be pulsating, as if trying to burst outside.

Behind him, three translucent Resentful Spirits were dangling.

Merely persisting for over ten seconds, spikes of ice pierced from inside to outside of his body, the white icicles quickly turning blood-red.

"Ah!"

With a final heart-wrenching cry, Tie Qi lost his life, wings ceased to flap, falling from the air to the ground.

An upper-ranked Spirit King, within moments turned into a disgusting pile of rotten flesh.

"Is this the Curse Poison Master?"

Xiong Tian stood dazedly, as an Emperor, at this moment, unexpectedly shivered.

On the Divine Martial Continent, Lin Feng was highly renowned, exceptionally high, so Xiong Tian was somewhat familiar and researched his profile.

If not calculated incorrectly, there were six Soul Skills manifested on Tie Qi: Demon Flame, Resentful Spirit, Fat Hedgehog, Rainbow Poison, Blood-sucking Mushroom, Aging.

Six Diamond-level Soul Skills, among them [Aging] was even a divine level Soul Skill.

Under the influence of these six top-level Soul Skills together, an upper-ranked Spirit King had no ability to resist, and couldn’t endure poisoning for long, dying.

And not just Tie Qi alone.

As the explosion sounds erupted, the cries of agony never ceased, during the process, bodies continually fell to the ground, producing dull thuds.

The explosion sounds gradually subsided, and the ground bore thirty-five new corpses.

Perhaps using rotten flesh to describe them was more accurate.

Among them, more than half were Kings.

The atmosphere was suffocating and oppressive.

Oppressively stifling.

Figures stiffened in mid-air, all gazes were locked onto Lin Feng, whose soul power appeared severely exhausted, waving his wings, floating in mid-air, his face somewhat pale.

Despite Lin Feng’s seemingly exhausted soul power, no one dared to approach rashly.

Lin Feng wasn’t yet Emperor, but at this moment, more chilling than an Emperor.

He declared to the crowd with corpses on the ground the terror of "Curse Poison Master", an unprecedented profession he created.