23: Chapter 23 External Soul Bone?! I have one too!

"Third Brother, I'm here to help you!"

Just then, a loud shout echoed from the air.

Ma Hongjun finally managed to recover. His purplish-red wings flapped, and he flew into mid-air.

He opened his mouth, and his second spirit ring lit up.

"Fire Luan Phoenix! Phoenix Fire Wire!"

A thick purplish-red flame shot straight toward Qin Feng.

He wanted to coordinate with Tang San to form a pincer attack.

Zhu Zhuqing, watching from the side, felt her face flush hot, but a trace of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

"You scoundrel, daring to pinch my tail... When you lose, I'll make you taste the sensation of being torn apart by the Nether Spirit Claws."

Facing the pincer attack, one from the front and one from above, Qin Feng stood still.

Instead of dodging, he actually let out a laugh.

"Spirit Bone?"

He looked at the things behind Tang San that resembled crab legs, his eyes full of disdain.

"You actually dare to show off with these few toothpicks?"

"Since you like spirit bones so much, I'll let you feast your eyes too."

The moment his voice fell,

The clothes on Qin Feng's back silently disintegrated into dust.

There was no sound of tearing flesh, only a roar that seemed to come from an ancient giant dragon exploding in everyone's heart.

Roar—

Two massive bone wings suddenly spread out from Qin Feng's back.

Those were not ordinary bone wings.

They were entirely a crystalline, translucent white jade color. Every single bone seemed to be the most perfect work of art in heaven and earth, flowing with a sacred radiance.

And upon those bone wings, a pale white flame was burning.

That was the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

The perfect combination of extreme cold and extreme heat.

With the appearance of these bone wings, the temperature of the entire Great Spirit Arena suddenly dropped.

Yet, deep within everyone's souls, they felt a burning, searing pain.

Tang San's proud Eight Spider Lances looked utterly shabby and ugly in front of these bone wings, like withered branches meeting a peerless divine weapon.

The Phoenix Fire Wire spewed by Ma Hongjun was directly swallowed and assimilated by the pale white flames before it even got within three meters of Qin Feng, not even leaving a spark behind.

Qin Feng gently fanned his wings.

His body slowly floated up, looking down from a height like a deity surveying ants.

"He... He also has a spirit bone?!"

Zhu Zhuqing was completely stunned.

A spirit bone was something that was hard to find even with ten thousand gold.

Among the Shrek Seven Devils, only Tang San had the heaven-defying luck to obtain one.

But this Qin Feng actually had one too?

And it looked countless times higher in rank than Tang San's?

Ning Rongrong's Glazed Pagoda almost fell to the ground.

Tang San froze entirely in mid-air. Looking at those exquisitely gorgeous bone wings, the confidence in his eyes instantly collapsed.

That was a suppression from the level of life itself.

In the spectator stands,

Yu Xiaogang's jaw nearly dislocated.

"External Spirit Bone... He actually has an external spirit bone too?!"

But he quickly noticed something was wrong.

The aura emanating from those bone wings, that terrifying pressure, was something that could not possibly be produced by an ordinary ten thousand year Spirit Beast.

Ning Fengzhi stood up abruptly, his scepter slamming heavily onto the ground.

"That is..."

Even the usually composed him had a tremor in his voice at this moment.

"A Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast bone!"

This statement exploded like a bolt of lightning.

"What?! A Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast bone!"

Dai Mubai, who had just managed to climb up, heard this and his legs went soft, causing him to fall down again.

Xiao Wu's face turned deathly pale. She understood what a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast bone meant better than anyone else.

It meant a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast had perished.

Yu Xiaogang had completely lost the ability to think, muttering incessantly:

"This is impossible... This defies logic..."

"How can a human body withstand the tyrannical power of a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast bone? Even a Titled Douluo might not be able to absorb it directly!"

"What kind of monster is this Qin Feng? This completely violates the theory!"

...

Inside the VIP room.

Xue Qinghe's golden pupils contracted sharply.

"hundred thousand year spirit bone..."

"The opportunity mentioned in the diary is indeed real."

"The quality of these bone wings is even higher than any single piece of my Angel God Gear."

She looked at the figure in the air, resembling a demon god, the shock in her heart being indescribable.

The crystalline white jade bone wings trembled slightly in the air. Every flap sent visible white ripples spreading outwards.

Qin Feng's feet left the ground, his body slowly ascending as if defying the rules of gravity.

At that moment, the dome of the Great Spirit Arena seemed to draw closer to him.

All the spectators strained their necks until they ached, but not a single person dared to blink.

In this world, flight was a privilege reserved for Titled Douluo, or the specialty of the very few Spirit Masters possessing flying Spirits.

And the flight ability granted by an external spirit bone was unheard of.

The greed and jealousy in the eyes of the big shots in the VIP seats nearly overflowed.

"Go to hell!"

A sharp, furious roar shattered the silence.

Ma Hongjun was now like a crazed wild rooster. He didn't care how magnificent the opponent's bone wings were, nor how terrifying the aura they emitted.

He only knew that he had to help Third Brother and help Shrek regain face.

Purplish-red flames erupted from his mouth; it was the Phoenix Fire Wire.

Although his Evil Fire Phoenix Spirit carried side effects due to its impurity, the temperature of this flame was absolutely top-tier among Spirit Masters of this rank, rumored to be a precursor comparable to the Ultimate Fire.

Rolling heatwaves rushed towards Qin Feng suspended in mid-air.

Qin Feng didn't even bother to look directly at the fire line.

He merely turned his body slightly, and the left wing on his back casually swept forward, as if shooing away a fly.

Whoosh—

A flame mixed with a faint dark blue color poured down along the sweep of the bone wing.

That was the Bone Spirit Cold Fire.

It lacked scorching heat; instead, the moment it appeared, a thin layer of frost formed on the air of the entire platform.

The two flames met in mid-air.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there an evenly matched stalemate.

Ma Hongjun's proud purplish-red flame was instantly swallowed whole by the pale white flame, like snowflakes falling into boiling oil, without even making a sound.

"This... How is this possible?!"

Ma Hongjun's eyeballs nearly popped out.

His Spirit was a Phoenix!

The King of All Birds!

Playing with fire was his hereditary skill; how could he possibly lose to these inexplicable bone wings?

But reality didn't give him time to think.

After consuming the Phoenix Fire Wire, the pale white flame did not diminish; like a white venomous snake, it instantly wrapped around Ma Hongjun's plump body.

"Ah—!!"

A shrill scream echoed throughout the venue.

Ma Hongjun rolled wildly on the ground.

This flame was too bizarre.

It was clearly fire, yet when it burned his body, it felt like ten thousand years of profound ice piercing into his marrow, chilling him to the bone.

But the surface of his skin was actually being burned and festered.

This torment of ice and fire combined was something the usually pampered fatty could not endure at all.