183: Chapter 182 Gods of Light Clash with Heaven-Burning Purple Flames!

Lin Feng stood atop the ruins of the Zhou Family villa.

His 170-meter-tall Giant of Light form shimmered brilliantly under the afternoon sun.

His left hand held the Taixu Shield, while his right gripped the dragon slaying sword.

Golden patterns on the sword's blade pulsed like glowing blood vessels.

The asphalt road beneath his feet had long since melted into black magma, emitting pungent smoke and making bubbling sounds.

On the distant hillside, groves of sycamore trees were ignited by the flames.

Firelight spread across West Mountain, resembling festering wounds growing on the mountain's body.

Opposite him, Zhou Tiannan was completely ablaze.

It wasn't like his previous form where flames merely covered his body; he was now thoroughly ignited from the inside out.

His skin had become a translucent bright red, revealing the burning skeleton and blood vessels within.

Every bone looked like a red-hot iron bar, and every vessel like flowing magma.

His eyes no longer had pupils, replaced by two flickering clusters of purple fire.

Deep within those flames was a nearly invisible black dot—a Void Rift left behind after space itself was burned through.

His hair stood on end, the tips burning with tiny sparks that danced wildly in the heatwave.

The ground beneath him had long since melted; not just the asphalt, but even the underlying rock had turned to magma.

This formed a magma pool dozens of meters in diameter, bubbling and thick with crimson liquid flowing everywhere.

Zhou Tiannan stood in the center of the magma pool, looking like a lit torch.

Purple flames soared from his body, dyeing half the sky a strange purplish-red.

“Lin Feng.”

His voice emerged from the sea of fire, no longer sounding human but like the roar of burning flames.

Every syllable caused the air to vibrate.

“You forced me to burn my Origin. Even if I kill you today, my cultivation will regress by ten years.”

“But it doesn't matter—as long as I kill you, the Zhou Family can still be saved.”

“As long as I kill you, Donghai City will still be my Zhou Family's territory.”

“As long as I kill you—”

He suddenly kicked off the ground, causing a massive splash in the magma pool.

His entire being shot into the sky, turning into a purple meteor crashing toward Lin Feng.

“—it will all be worth it!”

His speed was so great that the air was torn apart with a piercing sonic boom, and even space itself slightly distorted.

Lin Feng did not dodge.

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

The purple meteor slammed into the golden light shield, producing a blast more violent than any before.

Boom—!

The shockwave radiated wildly outward from the point of impact.

The few remaining walls of the Zhou Family villa finally gave way and collapsed with a roar.

Bricks and concrete fragments were swept hundreds of meters away by the shockwave, crashing into the woods on the back mountain and startling a flock of birds.

The Zhou Family collateral relatives in the back mountain air-raid shelter crouched on the ground with their heads covered, feeling the intense vibrations from above.

Some cried out in fear, some huddled with family members shivering, and some crossed themselves in prayer.

But the light shield remained completely unmoved.

Zhou Tiannan's figure reappeared in front of the shield.

His right fist was smashed against the shield's surface, the purple flames enveloping his fist clashing violently with the golden light shield with a sizzling sound.

The flames tried to burn through the shield, but the Taixu Runes on it flowed continuously.

Any part that was burned away was instantly replenished by new runes.

That was Xiao Guang's Formation at work; a triple-layered Formation stacked on the Taixu Shield, increasing its defensive power at least threefold.

“How is this possible! I've even burned my Origin, so why can't I break your shield!”

Zhou Tiannan's voice carried a hint of hysteria.

Lin Feng looked at the distorted flaming face outside the shield and spoke calmly.

“Because your Origin isn't even worth a mouthful of Taotie's spit.”

These words were like a knife stabbing into Zhou Tiannan's heart.

He had lived for seventy-nine years, climbing from a lowly Explorer to the position of Acting Head of the Zhou Family.

He relied on being more ruthless, stronger, and more reckless than anyone else.

But now, a young man not even Level 50 stood before him, telling him in such a flat tone—your desperate efforts are simply not enough in my presence.

This felt worse than being killed.

“Arrogant!”

Zhou Tiannan let out a furious roar and unleashed both fists.

Fists swathed in purple flames rained down on the Taixu Shield.

One punch, two, three, ten, twenty, fifty.

Every punch contained heat enough to melt steel and the terrifying power gained from burning his Origin.

The runes on the light shield were burned away in patches and replenished in patches.

Xiao Guang stood by Lin Feng's feet, his hands forming seals with extreme speed.

His golden body was trembling slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

“Lin Feng! He's wearing me down! This guy realized my Formation needs constant mana output; he wants to drain me dry!”

Xiao Guang shouted through gritted teeth.

“How much longer can you hold?”

Lin Feng asked.

“At this rate, three minutes at most! After three minutes, a gap will open in my Formation, and he'll be able to charge in!”

“Three minutes is enough.”

Lin Feng raised the dragon slaying sword, pointing the tip at Zhou Tiannan.

“Since he likes close-quarters combat, I'll indulge him.”

He withdrew the Taixu Shield.

With no more obstruction, Zhou Tiannan's fists propelled him like a runaway cannonball toward Lin Feng.

But halfway there, he was met by a golden fist even larger than himself.

Bang—!

Zhou Tiannan was sent flying backward, his body tumbling over a dozen times in the air.

He crashed through a rockery behind the Zhou Family villa.

The rockery shattered with a roar, sending stone fragments flying.

The pavilion originally built on top of the rockery collapsed entirely, its red-lacquered pillars snapping into several sections and turning to ash instantly as they rolled into the magma pool.

But this time, he quickly climbed out of the ruins.

After burning his Origin, Zhou Tiannan's recovery speed and durability had improved by several levels.

He shook his head, brushed the debris from his hair, and kicked off the ground to charge again.

This time he didn't charge in a straight line, but turned into a purple stream of light constantly changing direction in the air.

The purple light approached rapidly in a Z-shaped trajectory, moving so fast it was nearly impossible to track with the naked eye.

Lin Feng swung his sword in a horizontal sweep, the dragon slaying sword tearing through the air with a sharp sonic boom.

But just as the blade was about to connect, Zhou Tiannan's figure suddenly jerked upward.

He avoided the strike at an almost impossible angle.

After burning his Origin, his body could withstand mechanical overloads impossible for humans, and his joints and spine could twist arbitrarily in his flame-ified state.

He rushed up the length of the dragon slaying sword and kicked off the back of the blade.

Like a cannonball, he lunged straight for Lin Feng's face.

“Heaven-Burning Purple Flame — Break!”

He pressed the fingers of his right hand together into a blade, swathed in extremely compressed purple flames, and stabbed toward Lin Feng's eye.

The angle of this move was extremely cunning—the Giant of Light was composed entirely of light element except for the eyes, which were sensory organs that needed to receive external light, making their defense relatively weak.

Lin Feng tilted his head to dodge, and the purple fire blade brushed past his temple, leaving a scorched mark on the Giant of Light's face.

But in the next second, that scorched mark was restored by the Source of Life.

With a recovery rate of 1.78 million HP per second, a superficial wound like this didn't even take a second to heal.

“How is your recovery speed also so fast?!”

Zhou Tiannan's pupils contracted.

After burning his Origin, his recovery speed had increased at least fivefold.

But Lin Feng's recovery speed was even faster—no, it wasn't just faster; it wasn't even in the same league.

While his wounds took several seconds to heal, Lin Feng's disappeared in less than one.

“Because my health recovery is calculated by percentage,” Lin Feng said flatly, while simultaneously striking at Zhou Tiannan with his left palm.

Zhou Tiannan dodged, his purple figure drawing an arc in the air as he circled behind Lin Feng.

He pressed his palms together, the purple flames in his hands condensing into a flame spear over ten meters long.

The tip of the spear was so sharp it seemed capable of piercing through space.

“Heaven-Burning Purple Flame — Star-Piercing Spear!”

He hurled the flame spear with force, and it turned into a bolt of purple lightning shooting toward the center of Lin Feng's back.

Lin Feng didn't look back.

He didn't even raise his hand.

Just as the flame spear was about to hit, a golden net of light appeared out of thin air.

It was Xiao Guang's Six Harmonies Heaven-Sealing Array.

The flame spear struck the light net, and the triple backlash of lightning, frost, and fire exploded simultaneously.

The spear was blasted into countless fine sparks, like a purple firework blooming in the night sky.

“This Formation again!”

Zhou Tiannan gnashed his teeth.

He turned to look at the thirty-centimeter-tall golden figure by Lin Feng's feet, a thick killing intent flashing in his eyes.

“I must deal with this little thing first! Its Formations are too troublesome!”

His figure blurred as he charged toward Xiao Guang.

Xiao Guang cried out in fright: “Lin Feng! He's coming for me!”

Just as Zhou Tiannan was about to reach Xiao Guang, a black shadow blocked his path.

It wasn't Lin Feng, but Xiao Jin.

The Void Holy Beetle spread its six golden legs, assuming a combat stance.

The pair of purple antennae on its head stood high, the purple light patterns on the tips flashing wildly.

It opened its mouth and sprayed out a cloud of pale golden mist.

Soul-Confusing Incense.

Enveloped by the mist, Zhou Tiannan's movement suddenly stalled.

He felt a wave of dizziness, his vision blurred, and his body's reactions slowed by half a beat.

“A dung beetle dares to stop me?!”

He roared, and purple flames erupted from his body, instantly dispersing the Soul-Confusing Incense.

But that half-beat was enough for Lin Feng to turn around.