178: Kill Su Chen, steal the woman! Arch-enemies decide to join forces!

The second trial's space.

The Void Realm was boundless, with only a Skeletal Broken Bridge suspended within, leading to an unknown distance.

At the end of the broken bridge, a massive Bronze Door stood tightly shut, carved with a ferocious-looking Demon God that exuded an ominous aura that made one's heart palpitate.

Wang Teng sat cross-legged at the bridgehead, Devilish Qi roiling around him as he stabilized his sharply increased cultivation.

He had passed the first trial and obtained a 'perfect' evaluation.

But this glory, after he heard that name, turned into boundless humiliation and rage.

Qin Feng!

That hypocritical dog, he actually obtained an 'ultra-perfect' evaluation!

How?!

Wang Teng could not comprehend it.

His own method—twisting his Soul and using endless pain to nurture the purest demonic thoughts—was the true essence of the Demonic Path!

What kind of nonsense was Qin Feng's dawdling, mystifying tricks?!

[Damn Examiner, must be blind!]

[Once this seat inherits the Devil Emperor's Legacy, I'll tear this shabby place apart first!]

Wang Teng's heart roared.

At that moment, the space behind him twisted slightly.

A figure slowly walked out.

Qin Feng!

As soon as he appeared, that terrifying pressure belonging to the Peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm swept through the entire Skeletal Broken Bridge like a mountain torrent or tsunami, holding nothing back!

Wang Teng's eyes snapped open, his pitch-black pupils abruptly contracting, filled with incredulous shock and jealousy.

'Peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm... your cultivation?!'

He remembered clearly that before entering the trial, Qin Feng was only at the Peak of the Eighth Heaven of the Saint Realm!

How long had it been?

Just the time it took for one trial!

Not only had he crossed that chasm-like Bottleneck, but he had directly surged to the Peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm?!

While he himself had exhausted his heart and mind, merely stabilizing his Realm and making slight progress.

This gap... 'Very surprised?'

Qin Feng looked down at Wang Teng, appreciating the ghost-seeing expression on the other's face, a morbid sense of pleasure spreading in his heart.

He especially liked seeing Wang Teng's uncultivated appearance.

'Wang Teng, I told you long ago, we are not on the same level.'

Qin Feng's tone was flat, yet carried a deeply ingrained sense of superiority.

'The 'perfection' you pride yourself on is nothing but child's play in my eyes.'

'You!'

Wang Teng's internal organs felt as if they were ignited by these words, his fury burning the heavens!

He abruptly stood up!

Boom—!

Violent Devilish Qi erupted from his body, instantly scouring the skeletal ground beneath his feet, creating a web of cracks!

'Qin Feng! You're seeking death!'

'Seeking death?'

Qin Feng sneered, releasing the same aura without reservation.

Two terrifying pressures, both at the Peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm, collided violently on the narrow broken bridge!

Crack! Crunch!

The entire Skeletal Broken Bridge shook violently, countless bone fragments rustling down, falling into the endless Void Realm below.

'What? Want to decide life and death with me here?'

Qin Feng's tone remained composed.

'Don't forget, we still have a common enemy.'

'Su Chen!'

This name was like a ladle of boiling oil, poured into the raging flames of fury in Wang Teng's heart.

His fury burned even more fiercely.

Yet the hand he had raised strangely halted in mid-air.

Right.

Su Chen!

Compared to killing Su Chen and washing away all shame, contending with Qin Feng, this former loser, over a momentary gain or loss seemed... meaningless.

'Hmph!' A muffled sound came from Wang Teng's throat, the boiling Devilish Qi around him slowly receding. 'What do you want to say?'

He was well aware that this treacherous scoundrel Qin Feng would never speak without purpose.

'Simple.'

Qin Feng looked at him, a flash of sharp light deep in his gaze.

'Su Chen is right here in the Yellow Springs Secret Realm.'

'You want him dead.'

'I want him dead too.'

'But we both know in our hearts that guy is bizarrely powerful. The Everlasting Su Family is no ordinary great clan!'

'Relying on you alone, or me alone, success will be difficult.'

Qin Feng paused, finally throwing out his bait.

'I suggest we temporarily join forces.'

'Join forces?!' Wang Teng's expression instantly twisted, as if hearing the most absurd joke in the world. 'Me join forces with you? Qin Feng, have you lost your mind?!'

'It's not losing my mind; it's the most rational choice.' Qin Feng's voice carried not a single ripple.

'Wang Teng, put away your ridiculous pride.'

'Our grudge can wait until after Su Chen's death, to be settled slowly with each other's blood and bones.'

'But if we fight separately now, the result will only be one—being picked off one by one by Su Chen and his people.'

'By then, neither of us will obtain the yellow springs demonic sword, neither of us will achieve revenge.'

'Are you willing to accept that?'

Each of Qin Feng's words was like a steel needle dipped in poison, precisely stabbing Wang Teng's most painful spots.

Wang Teng fell silent.

His chest heaved violently; he had to admit that Qin Feng's words were heart-piercing, yet every word held reason.

He had personally experienced Su Chen's strangeness.

Though his own strength had greatly increased now, facing them, he still had no guarantee of victory.

If... he could add Qin Feng, who had also stepped into the Peak of the Saint Ninth Heaven... the chances of victory would greatly increase.

However, joining forces with Qin Feng... the very thought was a humiliation.

Qin Feng saw through his struggle and decided to add more fuel.

'Wang Teng, what are you afraid of? Afraid I'll stab you in the back?'

He let out a disdainful sneer.

'Relax, I won't touch you before Su Chen breathes his last.'

'Because you still have value to be used.'

'You...' Wang Teng's eyes turned blood-red, killing intent fully revealed.

'Don't be so quick to anger.' Qin Feng waved his hand, his expression playful. 'In your eyes, am I not also just a tool to be used?'

'Between us, it's mutual use.'

'And the goal is only one—'

'Kill Su Chen!'

'Once he's dead, all his treasures, opportunities, women... we'll decide the winner based on our own abilities!'

'What do you say?'

Reflected in Qin Feng's eyes was Wang Teng's figure, trembling slightly from his rapid breathing.

The blueprint he had painted was too tempting.

Kill Su Chen, seize everything he has!

Seize his cultivation, his Magic Treasures, his women!

This thought grew wildly in Wang Teng's heart, instantly occupying his entire mind.

After a long while.

Wang Teng finally made a decision.

He stared fixedly, deathly fixedly at Qin Feng, each word seeming to be squeezed from between his teeth.

'Fine!'

'I agree!'

'Tem! Por! Ar! Ily! Join! Forces!'

'But, Qin Feng, you remember this!'

'Once Su Chen is dead, you're next!'

'I'll be waiting.'

The corner of Qin Feng's mouth finally lifted into a triumphant arc.

[Fool, finally took the bait.]

[Su Chen must die, but you, Wang Teng, will die before him.]

[I'll make you the most useful blade for me to kill Su Chen.]

Two fated rivals, each harboring ulterior motives, at this moment, for a common goal, formed an extremely fragile and dangerous 'Alliance.'

They exchanged a glance, both seeing undisguised killing intent and calculation in the other's eyes.

The next moment, both turned simultaneously.

One after the other, they walked towards that deathly silent Bronze Door.

A storm was brewing, the wind filled the tower.

The true 'grand show' of the Yellow Springs Secret Realm was about to begin!