Chapter 852: Suppressing A Historical Genius
Chapter 852: Suppressing A Historical Genius
The half-demon alliance was both happy and afraid while clenching their fists. Feiyun had done what they didn’t dare to nor able to do. Moreover, it was in front of everyone as well.
“This doesn’t count! That damned half-demon sneak attacked or Older Cousin wouldn’t have lost!” A young member of the Meng shouted.
“All methods are allowed in the realm of death for the sake of defeating the opponent.” The manager, Lan Wanjing, responded. She was quite surprised and thought highly of that half-demon. His courage was something else.
Feiyun turned towards the entrance and smiled. He added strength and reduced Meng Tianyu’s head to blood and bits.
“Ugh…” The seventh supreme elder of the Meng vomited blood from anger. That half-demon dared to kill a prodigy of their clan in front of him. This was a slap to the face.
Feiyun threw the body outside and declared: “Not convinced? Come bring it, geniuses of the Meng.”
A half-demon wanted to challenge the Meng! This news spread across the entire battle palace and rendered everyone speechless.
Of course, some found this ridiculous and hilarious, completely ignoring it. Others became curious and came to this area.
“This half-demon is quite young, not above thirty but can still kill Meng Tianyu. Very capable.”
“Poor clan, being challenged by a half-demon.”
“The half-demon is too bold. The Meng is still a clan with 80,000 years of history and plenty of resources. This is courting death.”
“It has been a long time since the last audacious half-demon.”
The spectators came from the older clans and sects. Some had good ties with the Meng while others had feuds with them. The latter was more than happy to see the clan humiliated.
“I’ll go kill him.” Meng Xinghu’s eyes turned cold. He held his sword and wanted to enter the realm of death.
“Older Cousin, you’re a historical genius. No need for you to deal with a half-demon. I am more than sufficient.”
The Meng had plenty of talents, even six historical geniuses and more than ten nearly at that level. They were at the limit of Heaven’s Mandate.
Such a genius has entered the realm of death. He had grasped one strand of the life-death law, making him a pseudo-Enlightened Being. He was far stronger than Meng Tianyu, capable of escaping from Enlightened Beings.
However, it only took two seconds for this genius to die in there. Feiyun reduced him into a mist of blood using his Heaven-raising Rod.
“Meng Xinghu, you’re a historical genius, no? Come and play.” Feiyun had an oppressive momentum; his rod was still dripping with blood. His voice caused the floating boulders to vibrate.
The Meng geniuses were afraid now. This half-demon seemed tough to deal with.
The same half-demon alliance was startled. Even the wounded four combatants had fiery eyes; their blood started churning.
“Meng Xinghu, you must be afraid of Brother Feng.” Li Lang endured the pain and laughed.
“He must be, after all, Brother Feng’s prowess is unmatched and can easily take him down with one hand.” Zhan Yue laughed, returning the favor.
Meng Taiyue wasn’t treated well in his clan, being the target of disdain and bullying. The members there didn’t treat him like a person. That’s why they wouldn’t miss this opportunity to insult them.
“Why would I be afraid of a slightly strong half-demon?” Meng Xinghu stared straight at Feiyun before signing a death clause. He then turned into a beam and flew straight into the realm of death.
The half-demons quieted down. Meng Xinghu was still a historical genius, immensely powerful. Zhan Yue and Ye Xiaomu still lost when fighting together. Brother Feng was strong; the problem was his age.
“So courageous, Meng Xinghu.” Feiyun had the rod on his shoulder while standing on a peak with a smirk on his face.
“Lowly half-demon.” Meng Xinghu said. However, he didn’t underestimate Feng Feiyun and considered him a serious opponent.
He raised both hands in the air and summoned a treasure disk the size of a grinder. It exuded a bloody radiance. It rotated and issued buzzes.
He didn’t use this treasure when fighting against Ye Xiaomu and Zhan Yue. Thus, this was indicative of how seriously he took this battle.
“A fourth-ranked spirit treasure, only the historical geniuses in the Meng can have them. I heard that once they reach Nirvana, they’ll be rewarded a fifth-ranked one.”
“Brother Feng doesn’t have a similar weapon, he’ll be at a disadvantage.”
Many spectators became serious about this fight.
The fourth-ranked treasure of Xinghu began ravaging the area. The boulders within a several hundred miles radius turned to dust. Bloody rays coming out of this disk were blinding.
These treasures were known as Dominating Armaments in Jin, extremely powerful and rare.
“That’s a good weapon but only in the right hands.” Feiyun said before increasing his speed by ten times.
He disappeared from sight before emerging on top of the disk. He created a seal, clearly wanting to take this disk from Xinghu.
“You’re courting death!” Xinghu was actually glad and channeled all of its power towards his foe.
However, the disk’s rotation speed slowed down and eventually stopped, falling into Feiyun’s hand.
“What?! How can this be?!” Xinghu channeled his energy, wanting to connect to the treasure’s spirit. It was useless.
The spirit seemed to be under his opponent’s control. Xinghu became frightened for the first time.
Feiyun looked at the disk for a while and smiled: “Let me show you its real power.”
“Boom!” A red beam resembling a bloody sword sent Xinghu flying. He bellowed in pain.
It didn’t kill him, only crippling his dantian and cultivation.
“You, you actually crippled my cultivation, you wretched half-demon! You’re dead!” Xinghu vomited blood nonstop. He became as pale as paper, no longer looking prideful like a historical genius.
“Boom!” Feiyun stomped down and broke his leg: “I think you’re more wretched than me.”
Xinghu’s face twisted from the pain. He became a mad dog and spewed curses at Feiyun, that his clan had stronger geniuses who would avenge him.
“Oh? Stronger ones? Please invite them here. I’ll be waiting to show the world that not all half-demons are weak. I am unstoppable in the same cultivation realm.” Feiyun said.
He then lifted up Xinghu and threw the guy out of the realm of death. He stared at the seventh supreme elder and said: “Grandpa, isn’t it time for you to carry out your promise? Apologize to the half-demon alliance and hand over the spirit stones.”
“Young man, you’re pushing it. You think the Meng is so easily bullied?!” The elder exuded a monstrous murderous aura. A red beam shot out from behind him.
“Ahem, Seventh, do you want to bully a junior?” A bald old man came out with a sneer with a violet chain wrapped around his neck.
“Haha, looks like the Meng has lost completely. Their young generation can’t beat a junior from the half-demon alliance so this old guy has to do it himself. So embarrassing.” Another white-haired old man wearing a black robe laughed.
These two were also supreme elders who didn’t like the Meng. They were naturally happy to see the losses suffered here, especially the crippled historical genius.
The elder from the Meng’s expression soured. He pulled back his hand and said: “Go tell Meng Xinglong and Xingheng to come out of their training.”
A youth from the Meng immediately ran back to his clan.