Chapter 1820: Chapter 1820: Soul-breaking Needle
Li Feng tapped his toes lightly, not moving quickly as he charged at Leng Feiying. At this moment, Li Feng’s condition was not good; the sinister chill of Candle Dragon Fire coursed through his meridians, causing his movements to slow, and a layer of frost had formed over his body.
The Blood God Claw had only been forged a century ago, but the materials had been infused with Candle Dragon Fire for many years, making the fire within it exceptionally pure.
As Candle Dragon Fire permeated Li Feng’s limbs and bones through his meridians and bloodline, Li Feng’s Purple Flame met its match, for Candle Dragon Fire originates from Candle Dragon, a totem in Demon Clan myth.
Even Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Holy Beasts, had been severely wounded by it, unable to be reborn in fire.
Even though this was only a fraction of Candle Dragon’s power, for Li Feng, who was only at the Golden Core Middle Stage, it was lethal.
However, the attempt of Candle Dragon Fire to completely annihilate Li Feng’s internal organs was obstructed, as Purple Flame began to battle Candle Dragon Fire.
Li Feng desperately activated Burning Technique, seeking to tame the defiant Candle Dragon Fire. If given a peaceful environment, through constant refinement, Li Feng had high hopes of consuming Candle Dragon Fire.
But there was no time for slow refinement now.
"Heh."
Leng Feiying sneered as he saw Li Feng charging at him. In this state, you think you can kill me?
When did the commanders of Nine Layers Mountain become so "shallow," so mindless?
Since you seek death, I’ll grant it.
Leng Feiying manipulated the Flying Divine Claw, launching an attack at Li Feng. The Flying Divine Claw resembled a giant python, continuously twisting its body, then biting at Li Feng from tricky angles.
Although Li Feng’s movements were sluggish, once the Blood God Claw merged with his arm, his control improved. Coupled with his anticipation, he managed to deflect the attacks of the Flying Divine Claw one by one.
Thus, Li Feng closed the distance to Leng Feiying to within just six feet. At this range, the Flying Divine Claw had little room to operate, as it was more suited for long-range attacks.
Li Feng raised the Blood God Claw towards Leng Feiying.
Leng Feiying smirked disdainfully. Do you really think that just because you wear the Blood God Claw, you can master it? He looked at Li Feng with contempt—this guy was almost "naive."
He suddenly regretted rambling so much before trying to recruit him.
Li Feng naturally couldn’t wield the Blood God Claw adeptly, but he could use it crudely. That meant indiscriminately releasing Candle Dragon Fire entangled with Thunder Flame.
The Blood God Claw and the weapons of the Leng Family’s Thirteen Eagles were all forged from Blood Dragon Gold, a metal that complemented Candle Dragon Fire. Thus, when the Golden Core Power mixed with Candle Dragon Fire flowed towards the arm wearing the Blood God Claw,
it was instantly devoured by Bloodthirsty Teeth, and Candle Dragon Fire became the key to unlocking the Blood God Claw. Originally locked, Li Feng could use its hardness to fend off the Flying Divine Claw, but using it with the finesse and sharpness of Leng Xueying was difficult.
But now, with mixed Candle Dragon Fire flowing atop the Blood God Claw, it instantly radiated a bloody glow, as though charged.
Li Feng’s blood, ignited by Burning Technique, seemed to perfectly suit the Blood God Claw’s appetite, causing the Claw to reveal its formidable nature. A blend of purple lightning and flames coated the Blood God Claw.
As Li Feng swung, the Blood God Claw tore through the air before him, with five claw blades sparking a Candle Dragon Storm that instantly shredded space. Six feet—crossed in an instant.
"No, this...!"
Leng Feiying’s mocking expression showed a hint of disbelief, unable to utter words of shock before being consumed by the storm unleashed by the Blood God Claw, his body torn apart, becoming a mist of blood.
Only the Flying Divine Claw fell to the ground.
With that swing of the claw, not only was Leng Feiying shattered into pieces, but five deep, claw-marked furrows marred the earth, covering half the ruins, indicating the sheer brutality of Li Feng’s strike.
Li Feng took a deep breath. Although the Blood God Claw was terrifying, it was undeniably powerful. Compared to the King Sword, the Blood God Claw held an edge. In a raw clash, the King Sword would certainly break.
Calming himself internally, the intertwining Candle Dragon Fire within him became more peaceful after the swipe, as if the Blood God Claw began to accept Li Feng as its new master.
Despite noticing the Blood God Claw constantly consuming his blood, now wasn’t the time to dwell on it.
Turning to the battlefield behind, the situation at the Personal Guard Camp was critical. If not for trusted aides using self-destructive tactics to forcefully disrupt the enemy’s advance, the camp’s formation might have shattered.
With inferior strength, once the formation is lost, the Personal Guard Camp would become helpless sheep to be slaughtered.
Seeing Sikong Yu, Lei Ba, and others entangled with the Golden Core members of Ten Demon Hall, unable to act freely.
If this goes on, Li Feng’s side could collapse at any moment, and reinforcements from First Line Pass hadn’t appeared.
Perhaps they’ve arrived, just still waiting.
But relying solely on hope is futile, as Li Feng was not accustomed to relying on others.
After eliminating Li Feizhao, securing his Flying Divine Claw in the Storage Ring, Li Feng turned around. Although still troubled by Candle Dragon Fire, it wasn’t as unbearable as before.
Li Feng swiftly joined the battle group. People from Divine Dragon Hall, seeing Li Feng charge from behind, turned to confront him, but with a casual swipe, the blade of the Blood God Claw shredded those trying to block him.
The Blood God Claw deserved its reputation as a vicious weapon.
Li Feng tore a bloody path through the battlefield, practically slaying deities as he fought his way through, eliminating enemies like cutting grass. Before long, he was near another Leng Family’s Thirteen Eagles.
Leng Yuying noticed the approaching Li Feng, glanced at the Blood God Claw on Li Feng’s arm, puzzled at how the opponent could use it. Did Leng Feiying die?
Scanning the surroundings, the originally favorable situation seemed to be reversing—damn it. Just a mix of trash and a few disciples from Nine Layers Mountain, yet three hundred elite troops couldn’t take them down.
Leng Yuying turned, eyeing the Personal Guard Camp, mere fodder to be harvested at any moment, but Li Feng needed handling first.
"Feather Blade."
Leng Yuying suddenly spun, and countless hidden weapons burst forth from his body, dense as raindrops, resembling feather-like missiles formed by his Golden Core Power.
Leng Yuying’s Golden Core was the rare Gold Element, mastering it to its fullest could cover and harden everything, embedding deadly sharpness.
Instantly, a deluge of hidden weapons shot forth, but the true threat lay concealed within them.
Each of the Leng Family’s Thirteen Eagles possessed a Blood Dragon Gold weapon, and Leng Yuying wielded a three-inch Candle Fire Soul-breaking Needle.
Virtually invisible to the naked eye, especially hidden among numerous weapons. Leng Yuying gazed at Li Feng.
Heh.
Forcing me to use the Soul-breaking Needle to take your life—you won’t die in vain.
