The moment Baimu vanished, Feng Wenjun was still dodging Kumamoto Takeo's fierce attacks. This was troublesome; having to deal with both of them at the same time proved rather tricky. While quickly dodging Kumamoto Takeo's onslaught, Feng Wenjun pondered a countermeasure in his heart.
It seems I need to get serious. I certainly cannot die a premature death! At this thought, a flash of resolute determination crossed his eyes. He stopped dodging Kumamoto Takeo's attacks, put on a serious expression, and prepared to fight the enemy to the death.
Seeing this, Kumamoto sneered triumphantly, "What's wrong? Are you giving up resistance and preparing to accept your death?"
"As if you're worthy. Would our vast Hua Xia Yan Country ever be frightened by a mere speck of a nation like yours? Cultivators like you, who only care about fame, are mere ants in front of us orthodox cultivators." Feng Wenjun looked at Kumamoto with righteous indignation.
"Brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Prepare to die!" Kumamoto raised his blade and slashed at Feng Wenjun, while Rose joined in from the side. The battle among the three broke out in full force. Rose formed a hand seal, and several small snakes flew toward Feng Wenjun.
Feng Wenjun spun around and delivered a palm strike. One palm split into many, and every single palm blocked the incoming snakes. This time, holding nothing back, Kumamoto used his full strength, forming hand seals with both hands. Runes gathered to form a pattern—the World-Destroying Blade Shadow. A giant blade appeared in the sky, accompanied by several smaller blades. At that moment, Kumamoto only wanted to obliterate Feng Wenjun in a single blow.
With a wave of his hand, the giant blade slowly slashed toward Feng Wenjun. The sheer pressure shattered all the surrounding buildings. Seeing this, Feng Wenjun knew he had to use his full strength. He rapidly circulated the Chaos Innate Formula. The Chaos bloodline within his body quickly spread throughout his limbs and converged in his hands—Chaos Innate Formula, Second Form: Heaven Breaking. Runes gathered into a pattern, and a giant golden sword slowly emerged.
Putting his all into it, Feng Wenjun swept his arm outward, and a beam of golden light instantly shot forth. This power was strong enough to tear through the void and reverse time! That beam of light directly shattered Kumamoto's World-Destroying Blade Shadow. Kumamoto dodged it in a panic, drenched in cold sweat and with weak legs.
He never expected Feng Wenjun to possess such strength; had he been hit, he would have long since been reduced to ashes. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Wenjun flashed to Rose's side. Seeing him, Rose instinctively formed hand seals—Shadow Clone Technique! Dozens of figures identical to Rose appeared around Feng Wenjun. Dozens of curvaceous bodies and delicate faces—anyone who saw them would involuntarily exclaim in shock.
Could this be neighboring country ninjutsu? Why does it look like a low-budget version of our Qimen Dunjia? Feng Wenjun muttered inwardly and took two tactical steps back.
Taking advantage of the brief gap in Feng Wenjun's thoughts, the dozens of figures shouted, "Kill!" With lightning speed, dozens of blades swarmed and hacked toward Feng Wenjun. He channeled his spiritual qi to form a barrier. The moment all the blades struck the barrier, they shattered into flying pieces. Rose's true body was also knocked back a few steps by the spiritual qi. Clutching her chest and feeling as though her internal organs had been crushed, she spat a mouthful of fresh blood, and all the clones vanished.
Seizing the moment, Feng Wenjun vanished from his spot and appeared right in front of Rose. Before she could react, a hand had already clamped around her throat, choking off any sound. With a crisp snap, Rose's eyes rolled back, all color drained from her face, and she died.
Seeing Rose's cold corpse, Kumamoto panicked slightly. "Do you know who I am? How dare you kill my people! I'll make you regret this!"
"I neither know nor care to know. I killed her because I wanted to. What can you do to me?"
With that, Feng Wenjun used the Draconic Steps to close the distance. Unleashing the Heaven-Overturning Palm, he sent Kumamoto flying dozens of meters away. "Not only am I going to kill you, but I'm also going to wipe out the Black Dragon Organization." Another punch slammed into Kumamoto's body. By now, Kumamoto was bruised all over, clutching his chest and coughing up blood endlessly.
"Hah, do you really think you can kill me like this? How naive," Kumamoto sneered, staggering to his feet. A trace of red light flashed in his eyes, and his entire aura was completely different from before.
He exuded thick black qi, his tattered clothes slowly bursting as his torso grew thicker. The blood vessels in his body continuously expanded, and black blood coursed through his entire frame. Long black bone spurs grew from his back, and his features turned ferocious beyond compare, both pupils glowing with a crimson light.
He looked neither human nor beast. In short, he was neither man nor ghost. Seeing Kumamoto transform like this, Feng Wenjun was dumbfounded and blurted out a vulgarity: "What the hell, why does he even have a transformation?!"
"To think you actually forced me to use this move—you certainly have some skills. But that's the end of it." With that, he threw a punch at Feng Wenjun.
"Noisy!" A-Jun caught that fist with one hand. Such formidable strength, and his speed had increased dramatically as well. Feng Wenjun was driven back a few steps by the power of that punch. Regaining his footing, he circulated the Heaven-Overturning Palm, striking out with palm after palm, yet every single blow was withstood by Kumamoto's physical body.
For a moment, Feng Wenjun was somewhat dazed. Has he gotten this strong now? Still unable to breach his defense...
At that moment, Kumamoto's murderous intent surged. He gripped his saber with both hands, stomped the ground, and lunged at Feng Wenjun, sending gravel flying and leaving a deep crater in the earth. Wielding his saber in midair, he roared, "Flowing Shadow Cross Slash!" Dozens of blade auras formed a cross like surging sea waves, sweeping across the space and rapidly closing in on Feng Wenjun.
Reacting instantly, Feng Wenjun used his movement technique to dodge. However, the blade auras were too fierce and dense. After dodging several, just as he spun around, a blade aura suddenly closed in on his chest. With no chance to evade, he took a direct slash to the chest. Fortunately, with the advancement of the Chaos Innate Formula, his physical body had grown sturdier, and it merely tore his skin without damaging his muscles or bones.
Touching the wound on his chest, the corners of Feng Wenjun's mouth curled up slightly. Then, he formed hand seals—Chaos Innate Formula, Third Form: World Destruction!
Runes gathered into a complete pattern. The clear sky was instantly obscured by dark clouds, thunder and lightning intertwined within them, forming a huge vortex. A giant golden hand slowly reached down toward Kumamoto.
From far away, some passersby stopped in their tracks and looked up at the sky. "Why has it gotten dark? It looks like it's going to rain. I haven't taken in the laundry at home yet!" they muttered in discussion.
This was the palm technique falling straight from the heavens! The space trembled and the earth quaked, its power as if it would destroy the world. Seeing this giant hand, Kumamoto's legs instantly turned to jelly. He crossed his arms over his head, having given up the struggle. In an instant, he was slapped into a bloody mist by the giant hand.
It was over, it was all over! Feng Wenjun let out a turbid breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood in place looking around, and wore an awkward expression. He then walked over to the spot where Kumamoto had vanished. A pouch on the ground caught his attention. With a thought of his spiritual will, the pouch appeared in his hand.
"This looks like a Qiankun Pouch?" Xiaoyu flew out, yawning.
"What is a Qiankun Pouch?" Feng Wenjun asked, puzzled.
"It's what cultivators use to store money, items, spirit stones, and spiritual treasures." Xiaoyu probed it with spiritual qi, discovered a restriction, and gave it a casual puff, dissolving the restriction. "Good stuff! By the way, what was up with that transformation just now?"
"When you were fighting him, I sensed a trace of aura from the Demon Race. He must have used Demon blood to temporarily raise his realm. But how could Demon blood be on him?" Xiaoyu tilted her head in confusion and said, "Could the Demon Race be reviving? Does this Black Dragon Organization have a connection to the Demon Race?"
Looking at Xiaoyu's serious expression, Feng Wenjun said, "The Demon Race? Shouldn't they have vanished tens of thousands of years ago? If the Demon Race really is reviving, then I will swing my sword to cleave the firmament and let Chaos shake the demons to protect you well." Feng Wenjun patted Xiaoyu's head, then joyfully examined the contents of the Qiankun Pouch. Aside from some spirit stones, cash, and bank cards, there was also a tattered map, incomplete and missing a piece.