Chapter 1685 - 1784: The Same Level

Chapter 1685: Chapter 1784: The Same Level

Right now Qin Feng’s All Sky Life and Death Sword Dao has power on par with the Void King Beast’s strongest strike, on par with the Huangfu before him. Huangfu’s physical defense is very fragile. Qin Feng can afford to be wounded ten times by him, but he doesn’t dare let Qin Feng land even one blow—that’s the gap!

"Too fast." Huangfu’s expression changed drastically. Up to now, he had believed this man was on the same level as he was.

The broken sword came whistling in. Huangfu Buqun even swung the long staff in his hand to resist, but the broken sword shrouded in Black Sword power was extremely strange. After tracing a ghostly arc, it brushed past his staff and directly skipped over Huangfu Buqun’s body.

A muffled sound.

Huangfu stood in midair with the long staff in hand, stunned, then another sword wound bloomed on his left arm. In the end he still failed to evade.

Qin Feng had exploded with his full power; his strength was now equal to Huangfu’s. But Qin Feng only attacked and did not defend. Huangfu, on the other hand, was afraid of being killed by the sword and didn’t dare go on the offensive, only throwing everything into defense. Huangfu was worried that if this dragged on, he would lose.

"I’m lost, I’m lost..."

Huangfu Buqun stared blankly at Qin Feng, then suddenly turned vicious. "Go! All grievances, go! Kill him for me!"

The entire battlefield fell silent; even those who had been driven mad stopped. But when they heard Huangfu’s roar, they immediately reacted and charged toward Qin Feng.

In the distance, the Dead Wood Saint and the other three who had "died" also raised their heads to look at the Qin Feng in white clothes.

"This kid almost killed that terrifying spirit!" The Forest Saint who had died was terrified.

"Brother Dadewood, are we still running?" Saint Peiyou also spoke.

"Run for what? This is the world of grievances. Even if we rush out, we’ll die sooner or later! This kid’s physical strength is rising too fast. Maybe he can take us out of this world. We should cling to him. Haha!" The Dead Wood Saint’s face changed instantly.

"Let’s go, we’ll counterattack!" The other three perked up.

Though there was still a chance of being besieged again, there was at least hope if they followed Qin Feng.

Facing the encirclement of countless evil spirits, Qin Feng suddenly realized he was now giving off the same overwhelming aura he’d once felt when he had sent many Holy Land experts and beasts to besiege the Golden Black Bird and Long Huntian. The overall strength was clearly far superior to the opponent, yet without battle formations, without comparable speed, with movement techniques less agile than theirs, their actual combat strength wasn’t even as good. The side that was stronger on paper was incredibly passive. Only this time, he had become that hard‑to‑deal‑with super Master.

The narrow mountain ravine only allowed around thirty evil spirits to besiege Qin Feng at the same time, and Qin Feng’s empty body was in no way inferior to the Dragon Soul, Sky Spirit, or Golden Black Bird. That made it impossible for the grievance army to truly suppress Qin Feng.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Qin Feng’s sword shadows became even more erratic, swift as lightning, his killing methods even cleaner. Blades and sword gleams flashed; a Ninth Layer Holy Land spirit was sliced in half from the shoulder blades. Then the sword light stabbed again, and the resentful ghost’s head exploded.

He drew the sword light into an arc, and the three nearby Holy Land spirits and those of the eighth layer all fell.

Everything was like the most beautiful dance.

"His Swordsmanship is getting faster and faster. This is the fastest, strangest sword I’ve ever seen. In this mad battle, he’s not only stronger—he keeps getting stronger!"

Huangfu stood on a peak flanking the ravine, overlooking the lower part of the mountain. Below, countless grievances were like dense ants, killing around Qin Feng.

The battle had already lasted three days and four nights.

"Yeah, when I fought him before, his sword wasn’t this fast and his strength wasn’t this great." Surrounded by Ghost Fire, the Ghost Fire Spirit spoke; he was also one of the Ninth Layer Ghosts encircling and trying to kill Qin Feng. "He’s been improving almost constantly. The stronger his Swordsmanship gets, the more I fight him, the easier it is for me to be beaten by him."

"Don’t just talk about you—before I was wounded by him, I was almost scared silly by his sudden raid. But with the strength he’s showing now, even if I go all out to face him, I might not be his match."

"What!" The Ghost Fire–hating ghost looked at Huangfu Buqun, utterly shocked. He knew Huangfu was not in the ranks of common grievances; his strength could be ranked in the top five. If even Huangfu was no longer his opponent, then aside from those who had always guarded the temple and never taken a single step out, wasn’t this kid invincible in the world of grievances?

"That’s how it is." Huangfu Buqun suddenly sighed. "I wanted to slowly grind him down, but the longer he fights in this hell, the less likely that becomes. Let the people in the temple kill him. There’s nothing more I can do."

He glanced back at the Dead Wood Saint and Saint Peiyou; both were covered in wounds, gasping for breath. After three days and four nights of frenzied fighting, of the original Four Holy Lands and Level 9 superpowers, only two remained. This was under the premise that practically all spirits of the eighth and ninth layers of the Holy Land had been madly besieging Qin Feng, with almost no powerful spirits left to attack Qin Feng.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have lasted three days and four nights—not even half a day.

"You two don’t want to run anymore?" Qin Feng looked down on Tao.

The Dead Wood Saint and Peiyou Sheng exchanged a look, flattering as they said, "We’re willing to follow Your Excellency’s footsteps and walk this road together."

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Qin Feng didn’t want to speak to them.

The resentful energy ebbed away like a tide. Qin Feng, the Dead Wood Saint, and the three Peiyou had all been completely drained and were severely wounded, but afraid the resentful energy would surge back, they quickly and quietly left the ravine to rest and recover.

"Hmm?"

While flying, Qin Feng, with his now much stronger spirit, suddenly sensed a familiar aura. He immediately adjusted course slightly, heading toward the source of that breath. The Dead Wood Saint and Saint Peiyou followed close behind.

At this moment, a majestic golden robe was carefully hiding in midair, not daring to be careless.

"Empty one," a familiar spiritual voice suddenly sounded in Jin Bao’s middle‑aged mind.

"Qin Feng! Qin Feng, is that you?" The middle‑aged man in the golden robe immediately responded; this was the human‑shaped Virtual King Beast.

"It’s me!" Qin Feng answered along the way.

Very soon, they met.

"Didn’t expect you also got brought here by Huangfu Hao." Qin Feng looked at the Void King Beast and couldn’t help but laugh.

Strictly speaking, they had all fallen into the trap and been thrown into the same place by Huangfu Gu. This might have been the price of the dog leaping over the wall. Huangfu Ancient People had been forced into a corner; they were capable of anything. But even Qin Feng hadn’t expected Huangfu Ancient People to have this world of grievances tucked away.

The Void King Beast also sighed. "It’s not just me, there was Phoenix as well. She and I chased Huangfu Hao and another Huangfu Ancient master through the seventh layer of the Holy Land, one after the other. After we came in, we were still chasing them, but soon we ran into resentful energy. Those evil spirits recognized Huangfu Hao’s blood, knew he was their descendant. Then they helped Huangfu reverse the chase and hunt us. Phoenix died; I relied on strong space control to barely escape, then kept breaking through all the way..."

"Phoenix is dead? Killed by resentful spirits?" Qin Feng was deeply pained. He couldn’t help but recall the scenes back then when he and Brother Cat stole from the Nirvana Pond, dug out Black Iron Divine Wood, and his various dealings with Phoenix. Although Phoenix and he had once used each other, she had been a great help to him, helping him tremendously.

He hadn’t expected that after fighting all the main forces—Golden Bird, Black Bird, Beast—Phoenix would come here only to die.

Qin Feng said, "I was the one who told you to chase Huangfu Gao. I bear responsibility for Phoenix’s death."

That day, the Huangfu Ancient Defense Team’s formation was shattered. Only the five strongest Holy Land experts escaped. Qin Feng couldn’t use Wang Wei’s spiritual power to influence them. They fled and tried to lure their pursuers to the lake. Two of them were killed halfway. The remaining three brought all those chasing them over. The one who chased them was the Void King Beast at Qin Fengkong’s side.

"Since this was a showdown among great powers, Huangfu Ancient People were bound to suffer casualties, and so were we. You don’t need to dwell on it too much," the Void King Beast said.

"All right." Qin Feng nodded. In the world of martial force, battle and death are commonplace. If one can’t even face death, then surviving in such a cruel world is far too fragile.