Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Attribute Points Allocation

Chapter 404: Chapter 231: Strange, the Destruction of Fierce Ghost Sect_2

Translator: 549690339

Everything he saw seemed to confirm his previous premonitions and current feelings.

Gradually, some Transforming Origin Realm mid-stage disciples of the Fierce Ghost Sect turned into withered bones.

By the time he reached the foot of the main mountain, even the Transforming Origin Realm late-stage disciples of the Fierce Ghost Sect couldn’t escape this fate.

“Can the Sect Master solve this unknown force? What if even the Sect Master can’t deal withit?”

Somehow, such a thought suddenly emerged in Elder Feng’s heart.

But in any case, the only person he could think of now was the Sect Master.

He had thought of escaping the Fierce Ghost Sect, but as soon as this idea came to mind, he felt an impending crisis looming over him.

This feeling told him that as soon as he left the Fierce Ghost Sect, he would be instantaneously met with death.

With his Golden Body Realm cultivation, he was very fast, soon arriving on the main mountain.

However, he found that there was no sign of life on the entire main mountain.

On the main mountain were the Sect Master’s disciple lineage and the Fierce Ghost Sect’s core disciples, with the weakest being in the True Qi Realm, and many were Heavenly Pride experts in the Origin Fluid Realm.

Moreover, there were one or two who had already reached the peak of the Origin Fluid Realm and would soon step into the Golden Body Realm, just like him.

But now, there was not a single figure on the vast main mountain.

What was left was an even stronger sense of crisis.

Moreover, after arriving at the main mountain, he felt that the pervasive black eerie force was even stronger, and even his flawless Golden Body was unable to resist it.

“I can’t stay here any longer, or even I will follow in the footsteps of the others.”

He promptly left the main mountain and headed in another direction.

That was the Fierce Ghost Sect’s rear mountain, where the Supreme Elder cultivated in seclusion.

Without the command of the Supreme Elder, no one except the Fierce Ghost Sect Master could enter.

But at this moment, the matter concerned the life and death of the Fierce Ghost Sect and his own survival, so he could no longer care about so many rules.

In less than an hour, the Fierce Ghost Sect was plunged into dead silence and panic, and the already sinister and terrifying mountains became even more so, filled with withered bones.

“Rune Seed Realm mid-stage, I should be almost able to deal with that old fellow, but it’s not safe yet.”

Han Feng spoke lightly, seemingly dissatisfied with his current realm.

To advance from the Rune Seed Realm’s early stage to mid-stage in less than an hour was a miracle for anyone.

Yet, to Han Feng, it was trivial.

His dark, gloomy eyes looked down at the Fierce Ghost Sect, and his cold, cruel voice echoed through the void.

“The seeds of the past have grown into sprouts, and it’s time to harvest them.” Suddenly, among those solemn Golden Body Realm Martial Artists in the Fierce Ghost Sect, several with late-stage and peak Golden Body Realm cultivation had their bodies suddenly explode.

Golden blood and vast True Origins were wrapped up by a terrifying force and turned into beams of light, quickly flying towards the eerie Rune Seed in the sky.

Once again absorbing these powerful nutrients, the runes on the Rune Seed became even more powerful, and Han Feng’s aura surged once more.

At this point, he had advanced another level within the Rune Seed Realm’s mid-stage.

If he continued to advance, he would reach the limit of the Rune Seed Realm’s mid-stage.

“Almost there, almost reaching the limit. But these ants, they need me to personally take action to succeed.”

For those Golden Body Realm cultivators whose demonic seeds he had planted long ago, he could effortlessly absorb and refine them.

However, he couldn’t do the same with other Golden Body Realm cultivators yet.

Boom!

The sky trembled as Han Feng, shrouded in black fog, his aura sinister and terrifying, and his true appearance hard to discern, descended upon the gathering place of these Golden Body Realm powerhouses.

Even though his appearance had changed dramatically compared to before, he was still recognized by others.

“Sect Master…” The Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall looked at Han Feng, trembling, disbelief filling his eyes.

“He’s the Sect Master?!”

Some people were truly shocked.

For Sect Master Han Feng, they were very familiar—he was the rare genius of the Fierce Ghost Sect who had entered the Rune Seed Realm within just fifty years of cultivation.

Not even fifty years old and already in the Rune Seed Realm, even when placed among top-notch sects such as the Nine Nether Demon Sect, he would still be considered Heavenly Pride.

Ever since he stepped into the Rune Seed Realm, the previous Sect Master had voluntarily stepped down and left the position of Fierce Ghost Sect Master to Han Feng, retreating to cultivate in seclusion in the rear mountain.

Under his management, the Fierce Ghost Sect flourished with no shortage of talented disciples, even having over a dozen Origin Fluid Realm cultivators.

Now, the person appearing before them was none other than Sect Master Han Feng.

However, the current Han Feng had changed dramatically compared to his past self.

This change was not only in appearance but also in temperament.

In the past, Han Feng was dignified and calm.

Now, Han Feng held a strange, gloomy aura that sent shivers down people’s spines.

“Hehe, merge with me, and you will witness the power of the Golden Core Realm, even the Heavenly Human Realm…”

Han Feng laughed strangely, dark winds swirling around him as the runes formed a black curtain, absorbing all light and enveloping the trembling Golden Body Realm Martial Artists.

“Sect Master, don’t…”

Soon, everything was plunged into darkness.

When the black curtain dissipated, all that was left were piles of withered bones.

Even in death, the bones of Golden Body Realm Martial Artists were unbreakable, stronger than gold and stone.

Yet these withered bones were no different from the others, crumbling at just a gust of wind.