67: Chongyuan Clone Slash

The Whitemasked Demon Cultivator's sinister smile instantly froze, replaced by extreme bewilderment and disbelief. He slowly lowered his head, looking at his throat.

A faint azure glow was slowly dissipating, and a small, perfectly smooth, mirror-edged hole, transparent from front to back, appeared below his Adam's apple.

There was no gushing blood, because the extreme sharpness and destructive power had instantly annihilated his windpipe, cervical spine, and even part of his Divine Soul the moment it pierced through!

"Uh... ho ho..." The Whitemasked Demon Cultivator's throat emitted a rattling sound like a broken bellows, the light in his eyes rapidly receded like a tide, his body swayed, and he fell straight backward with a splash into the murky seawater, stirring up a wave.

The two Soul-Chasing Spikes lost control, their light instantly dimmed, and they clanged as they fell onto the reef.

"Third Brother—!!!" The Scarface Demon Cultivator's wild laughter abruptly ceased, turning into a heart-wrenching roar filled with endless venom and horror! His eyes were about to split, staring intently at his younger brother's corpse, which was rapidly staining the seawater red; he simply couldn't believe his eyes!

A Foundation Establishment Body Cultivator, whom they had regarded as a fish on a chopping block, had actually counter-killed his perfectly coordinated brother in desperation?!

"You little beast! I will tear you into ten thousand pieces! And refine your soul for ten thousand years!"

The Scarface Demon Cultivator completely lost his mind, acting like a madman!

He slammed an inconspicuous black leather pouch at his waist!

Whoosh!

An evil small banner, about a foot square, crafted entirely from pale white bones, with a thick layer of wriggling black and red scabs covering its surface, flew out!

The banner's surface was densely covered with twisted, hideous faces, emitting silent wails, and an overwhelmingly nauseating stench of blood and malevolent Qi soared into the sky!

The Hundred Souls Banner! Although it was a low-grade Magical Artifact, it imprisoned hundreds of living souls within. Once activated, it could emit soul-disturbing wails from resentful spirits and release foul blood-light to corrode Magical Artifacts and Physical Bodies!

"Die for me! Myriad Souls Devouring Heart!" The Scarface Demon Cultivator spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the bone banner. The banner's surface glowed with a fierce blood-light, and countless twisted soul shadows shrieked as they rushed out, forming a visible, gray-black sonic torrent composed of countless tormented human faces, surging towards Lin Feng with terrifying soul-tearing shrieks!

At the same time, the banner shot out a foul, viscous blood-light, arriving first and striking directly at Lin Feng's face!

Before the sonic wave even reached him, Lin Feng already felt a splitting headache, his consciousness feeling as if it were being pricked by thousands of steel needles! The blood-light, moreover, emitted a nauseating stench, clearly containing potent poison and strong corrosiveness!

Facing this frantic counterattack, Lin Feng's eyes were filled with icy calm. Inside his body, the last bit of true essence that hadn't been completely suppressed, mixed with vast Qi and blood power, frantically poured into the Qingfeng Thorn tightly held in his right hand!

Buzz!

Heavy Yuan Clone Slash!

A "Clone" instantly formed, identical in outline to his body and composed entirely of ethereal blue water-light, holding a giant sword made of pure water elemental power!

On the dark body of the Qingfeng Thorn, a thread of azure light, condensed to the extreme, suddenly lit up!

A terrifying sharpness, capable of piercing through all Dao and annihilating evil, soared into the sky!

Coupled with the passive [Demon Slayer]'s natural restraint against evil, it was infinitely magnified by the Qingfeng Thorn's sharpness!

"Break!"

Lin Feng exhaled, his body suddenly releasing like a taut bowstring! He ignored the incoming resentful spirit sonic wave and foul blood-light, his body strangely twisting with the subtle pull of earth element power within the gaps of the sonic torrent, appearing as if teleporting in front of the Scarface Demon Cultivator, who was frantically activating the bone banner!

A point of azure light pierced out from nothingness!

Fast! Unimaginably fast! Faster than Divine Sense could lock onto!

The Scarface Demon Cultivator's frantic venom instantly solidified on his face, his pupils only reflecting that single, rapidly expanding, cold, and annihilating azure star in his vision!

He wanted to dodge, but his body's movements were as slow as a snail before that azure light!

He wanted to activate his protective Devilish Qi, but the Qingfeng Thorn's sharpness seemed capable of piercing even space!

Pfft!

A soft sound echoed again.

The Qingfeng Thorn effortlessly pierced through the Hundred Souls Banner, which was emitting foul blood-light!

The banner's surface was torn like fragile thin paper, and the resentful spirits imprisoned within let out shrieks of liberation, instantly scattering! Following that, the azure light's momentum remained undiminished, accurately piercing into the Scarface Demon Cultivator's mouth, wide open in shock, and emerging from the back of his head!

A point of azure light bloomed between his eyebrows.

The Scarface Demon Cultivator's movements completely froze, the madness, venom, horror... all emotions receded from his eyes like a tide, leaving only boundless emptiness and deathly silence.

The bone banner in his hand fell powerlessly, and the Devilish Qi surging around him rapidly dissipated like a punctured balloon.

Lin Feng's wrist flicked, and the Qingfeng Thorn silently retracted, bringing out a small trail of blood beads.

The Scarface Demon Cultivator's corpse swayed and then crashed to the ground. A faint red mark on his forehead rapidly expanded, the entire inside of his skull having been churned into a paste by the annihilating sharp Qi.

The sea wind whimpered, carrying a strong smell of blood and char. On the reef beach, the two Demonic Cultivators' corpses lay quietly, the seawater washing away the bloodstains.

Lin Feng leaned on the Qingfeng Thorn, kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.

Sweat mixed with blood slid from his forehead, dripping onto the cold reef.

The continuous outbursts, especially the final fatal strike with the Qingfeng Thorn, had almost completely drained his already meager physical strength and that pitiful bit of true essence. The Devilish Qi remaining in his wounds was like maggots clinging to bone, bringing waves of burning pain and chilling cold.

He dared not linger, enduring the weakness, and quickly searched the two corpses.

Besides the two lusterless Mother-Child Soul-Chasing Spikes and the damaged remains of the Hundred Souls Banner, he found a Storage Pouch of special material in the Scarface Demon Cultivator's embrace and a bone ring engraved with strange runes on the Whitemasked Demon Cultivator's wrist.

There was no time to examine them closely; an even larger, more sinister Divine Sense, like an icy tide, was sweeping over from the direction of the Tianfeng City battlefield in the distance!