181: Chapter 180 The God of Light Descends! Zhou Tiannan is completely panicked: How can this young man be so monstrous!

Zhou Tiannan's fire dragon slammed into the Taixu Shield, exploding into a blinding fireball.

The shockwave was like an invisible giant hand, uprooting the sycamore trees on both sides of the road.

The tree trunks tumbled through the air several times before crashing onto the ground in the distance with a dull thud.

A layer of the asphalt road was peeled away, with gravel and chunks of bitumen splashing everywhere like cannonballs.

The Zhou Family guards on the mountainside were pushed back repeatedly by the shockwave; several were knocked flat, and their Energy Rifles flew far from their hands.

The Square-faced Captain thrust his long saber into the ground to barely steady himself.

The expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.

When the firelight dissipated, Lin Feng was still standing where he had been.

The Taixu Shield was perfectly intact, its golden surface shimmering in the sunlight without a single crack.

"Is that all?"

Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but on the quiet afternoon mountainside, everyone heard him clearly.

Zhou Tiannan's expression darkened.

Having lived for so many years, he had seen countless opponents, but there was not a single one like this youth before him—who just a few months ago could be suppressed with one hand, yet now could take his strike without batting an eye.

"Kid, you really have become stronger."

Zhou Tiannan slowly walked down the steps; with every step he took, the asphalt beneath his feet melted into a charred footprint.

The flames in his palm turned from crimson to orange-red, and then from orange-red to a blazing white, the temperature rising higher and higher.

The surrounding air was scorched until it warped, emitting crackling popping sounds.

"But do you think that just because you blocked one of my moves, you can run wild in the Zhou Family?"

The old Guest Elders behind him moved at the same time.

The White-browed Elder flicked his Horsetail Whisk, and the silver-white threads wove into a large net in the air, descending toward Lin Feng.

The Bald Bruiser swung an Eyebrow-height Iron Staff, its body wrapped in an earthy yellow glow, as it smashed toward Lin Feng's left ribs with a whistling wind.

The Twin-blade Elder flickered and appeared behind Lin Feng, his two blades crossing to slash at the back of Lin Feng's neck.

Three people, three directions, three weapons—coordinated seamlessly.

They had clearly fought together many times; the timing and angles of their attacks were meticulously calculated—the white-browed one's whisk was responsible for restricting Lin Feng's movements, the bald one's iron staff was for the frontal assault, and the twin-blade's backstab was for the fatal blow.

If Lin Feng dodged the whisk, he would be struck by the iron staff.

If Lin Feng blocked the iron staff, he would be slashed by the twin blades from behind.

If Lin Feng turned to deal with the twin blades, the whisk would entangle him.

This was a combined attack tactic designed for experts, specifically used to surround and kill enemies with strength between level sixty and level seventy.

But they overlooked one thing.

Lin Feng was not level sixty, nor was he level seventy.

He didn't even play by the rules.

Facing the three-sided pincer attack, Lin Feng neither dodged nor blocked.

He thrust the dragon slaying sword directly into the ground and brought his hands together in front of his chest.

Eight-colored light surged from his palms, transforming into a sphere of Chaos-colored light.

"Judgment of Light."

He said softly.

In the next second, the sphere of light exploded.

It wasn't an explosion, but a blooming—like a golden lotus blossoming in his palm, its eight petals representing eight elements, each containing enough energy to destroy a small mountain.

The golden petals slammed into the whisk's silver net, which was instantly torn apart.

More than half of the threads of the whisk in the White-browed Elder's hand snapped, and he was sent flying backward by the shock, his back crashing into a Roman Column of the villa.

The column shattered with a roar, and the rubble buried him halfway.

The crimson petal struck the bald man's iron staff, which flew straight out of his hands, tumbling over a dozen times in the air before piercing into the lawn dozens of meters away, three feet deep into the ground.

The Bald Bruiser's tiger-mouth split open, blood trickling down his fingers as he was pushed back repeatedly by the shockwave, each step leaving a deep pit in the ground.

Cyan and blue petals simultaneously struck the Twin-blade Elder; his two blades were crossed in front of him to block, but the moment the blades touched the petals, they shattered.

The fragments clattered onto the ground.

The elder was shaken back seven or eight steps, his back slamming into a black car parked at the villa's entrance.

A deep dent was smashed into the car door, and the window glass shattered completely with a crash.

One move forced back three Guest Elders.

The Zhou Family guards on the mountainside watched, dumbfounded, forgetting even to raise their weapons.

The Square-faced Captain's lips were trembling; he wanted to say something, but only a raspy sound came from his throat.

He had been a guard captain for fifteen years and had seen many experts, but he had never seen anyone like the youth before him, who could blow away three level sixty-plus Guest Elders with a single move.

"How long has it been?"

He muttered.

"The last time he came, he clearly was still..."

He had also been present the last time Lin Feng came.

Back then, Lin Feng was still being suppressed and beaten by Zhou Tiannan, unable to hold out for even a minute.

And now? How long had passed? Three months? Four months? How did this youth become so strong?

Zhou Tiannan's expression became even uglier.

He wasn't surprised that Lin Feng could repel three Guest Elders, but rather that Lin Feng could actually control eight elements simultaneously.

That wasn't ordinary multi-element affinity; that was total elemental mastery.

Light, fire, water, wind, earth, lightning, ice, and darkness—the eight elements were like eight obedient pets in his hands, each with its own attack method and characteristics, yet able to undergo Fusion to erupt with power far exceeding a single element.

"Just what did you get in the Secret Realm?"

Zhou Tiannan's voice was low, carrying a hint of wariness that was hard to conceal.

Lin Feng didn't answer.

He pulled the dragon slaying sword from the ground; the golden patterns on the blade flowed in the sunlight like glowing blood vessels.

"Zhou Tiannan, I didn't come here to chat with you today."

Zhou Tiannan took a deep breath, and the flames in his palm surged once more.

This time, the color of the flames changed from blazing white to pale blue, and the temperature was high enough that even the air began to ionize, making a sizzling sound.

"You think that by repelling a few Guest Elders, you can stand against me? Don't forget, I am level seventy-nine, while you—"

His figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, appearing before Lin Feng in the next second.

A fist wrapped in pale blue flames smashed toward Lin Feng's face.

"—aren't even at level fifty!"

Lin Feng didn't dodge.

He raised his left hand, and the Taixu Shield expanded once again.

Zhou Tiannan's fist slammed into the light shield with a loud "clang," like a tolling bell.

The shockwave spread in all directions; the Roman Columns at the villa's entrance were shaken until cracks appeared, and the tiles on the walls came clattering down.

The light shield remained motionless.

Zhou Tiannan's pupils constricted; another punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

Every punch was wrapped in pale blue flames, each capable of melting steel, but striking the Taixu Shield only stirred up ripples, failing to leave even a single crack.

"How is this possible?!"

For the first time, a hint of panic crept into Zhou Tiannan's voice.

Having lived so long, it wasn't that he had seen people who could block his attacks, but those people were at least level eighty-plus old monsters.

What level was this youth before him? How could his light shield block his own flames?

Lin Feng looked at Zhou Tiannan's stunned face, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"Is it very strange?"

He pointed the dragon slaying sword toward the sky.

"I have something even stranger for you."

As he spoke, a speck of golden light lit up between his brows.

That golden light grew brighter and more dazzling, like a golden seed blooming on his forehead.

Then, his body began to glow.

It wasn't a faint golden aura, but a pure, scorching light like the sun.

Every inch of skin, every strand of hair, every cell was glowing.

The light was so bright that Zhou Tiannan had to squint.

So bright that the guards on the mountainside had to raise their hands to shield their eyes.

So bright that the entire West Mountain was enveloped in a layer of golden aura.

"Incarnation of Light."

Lin Feng's voice became ethereal, as if coming from a great distance yet also sounding very close.

His body became transparent within the light; muscle, bone, and blood vessels all turned into light.

He was no longer a body of flesh and blood, but a pure humanoid figure condensed from light elements.

But this was only the beginning.

From the wanxiang ring, he took out a small white porcelain bottle.

That was the Medicinal Pill given to him by his Master, Zhao Ritian.

The stopper was pulled, and a golden Medicinal Pill rolled out into his palm.

The surface of the Medicinal Pill had fine patterns, like blood vessels, like tree roots, or some kind of ancient runes.

A rich medicinal fragrance wafted out; just smelling the scent made one feel as if their entire body's blood was boiling.

Lin Feng stuffed the Medicinal Pill into his mouth, chewed twice, and swallowed.

The moment the Medicinal Pill entered his throat, a terrifying energy exploded within his body.

It wasn't warm; it was scalding, like magma flowing through his veins to his entire body.

But since his body was now an Incarnation of Light, that energy met no resistance and merged directly into every inch of light.

But this was still not enough.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the dragon slaying sword with both hands.

"Law of Heaven and Earth—Activate!"

Boom!

A loud roar—not an explosion, but the sound of air being forced apart.

His body began to expand.

From 1.7 meters, it grew to 3 meters, 5 meters, 10 meters, 20 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, 170 meters.

With every inch he grew, the golden light on his body brightened.

With every foot he grew, the pressure he radiated strengthened.

In the blink of an eye, a 170-meter-tall Giant of Light appeared at the summit of West Mountain.

The giant's body was composed of pure golden light; every inch of skin glowed, and every strand of hair was a bolt of golden lightning.

Every breath was like thunder rolling through the clouds, making the entire West Mountain tremble.

The Zhou Family guards on the mountainside looked up with mouths agape, their eyes nearly popping out.

Their weapons fell to the ground with a clatter, but not a single person bent down to pick them up.

"This... what is this..."

The Square-faced Captain's legs went weak, and he slumped onto the ground.

He had been a guard for fifteen years and had seen various elemental skills—fireballs, ice arrows, wind blades, lightning strikes—but he had never seen a person turn into light, let alone grow so large.

The servants in the villa and the collateral descendants of the Zhou Family screamed as they ran toward the back of the mountain.

A few of the more timid ones fainted outright and were dragged by their companions toward the Air-raid Shelter.

The entrance to the back mountain Air-raid Shelter was crowded with people; even the usually well-trained Zhou Family guards were retreating with the crowd, not even bothering to straighten their crooked helmets.

Zhou Tiannan looked up at the Giant of Light that blotted out the sky.

The expression on his face turned from shock to astonishment, then to disbelief, finally settling on an indescribable emotion—it wasn't fear, but it was very close to it.

"You... just what kind of skill is this?!"