Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 177: The Strongest Battle

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: The Strongest Battle

Above, Shi Feng and Feng Qianyu both halted in midair. Shi Feng stood atop the Ghost Wolf, his internal energy completely drained from the clash just moments ago; his body appeared as though it had lost all strength, like a flickering candle in the wind, swaying unsteadily on the Ghost Wolf.

Shi Feng hurriedly swallowed a Fourth Grade Healing Pill and once again circulated the Nine Nether Technique, in conjunction with the Sacred Flame, devoured energy.

"You’ve actually blocked my attack again!" Feng Qianyu looked ahead at Shi Feng and also swallowed a Fourth Grade Healing Pill and a Returning Essence Pill, his face by now overtaken by murderous intent. If this boy continued to grow, he would become an endless threat!

"The Bloodthirsty Demon Art is truly extraordinary; in such a short time, Primordial Power has recovered so quickly!" Watching as the energy Shi Feng had used up was rapidly restoring, Feng Qianyu naturally thought it was due to the Bloodthirsty Demon Art’s devouring of blood, not knowing that Shi Feng also had the Nine Nether Technique, devouring the Power of Death.

With a shift in figure, Feng Qianyu swiftly flew toward Shi Feng, his right hand swirling with airflow, as another killing move condensed in his hand.

This time when Feng Qianyu charged, Shi Feng appeared calm, eyes fixed below where thousands of corpses of the Human Clan and demon beasts lay densely packed in the desert’s sand, murmuring softly, "It’s about time."

Shi Feng’s hands formed seals, changing continuously, he uttered in a low voice, "Nine Nether! Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses!" Following that, his hands parted and flared wide, as if bracing against a fierce storm. Instantly, gusts of nether wind kicked up, tousling Shi Feng’s hair, and the thousands of corpses in the desert, as if caught by a formidable force, quickly levitated towards the void.

Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, as the name implied, was an array formed by ten thousand bodies. However, to confront a mere Two-star Martial Sect Warrior, Shi Feng believed that with his current strength, an arrangement of merely thousands of corpses would suffice!

"Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, the Death Emperor’s Ten Thousand Corpses Formation!" Feng Qianyu saw the bodies floating in the void and recalled the legends of the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation, he exclaimed in shock.

The Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses was well-known, created by Death Emperor Ling Yefeng, who was the main pupil of Emperor Nine Nether of the Netherworld, and who taught Ling Yefeng this Formation, under the complete name of Nine Nether Ten Thousand Corpses Formation!

Dark currents of the Aura of Death began to spread from each of the floating bodies, filling the void.

"The Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses is set with ten thousand bodies, you only have two thousand bodies, and you’re merely at the Five-star Martial King Realm, even if you set up the Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses, what can you do!"

"I will still kill you!" Feng Qianyu roared, his right palm unleashing the killing move, the winds changed, and a fierce gust howled again. Above Shi Feng, a giant Wind Sword formed, like a crushing mountain, it thunderously plummeted down, beneath which everything seemed destined to shatter.

"Break for me!" Shi Feng roared too, thrusting with his sword, the black Aura of Death that filled the void surged upwards with Shi Feng’s motion, forming a giant black index finger, pointing at the descending giant sword.

"Boom!" Beneath the finger, the Wind Sword, similar to a sword of divine wrath, shattered like glass, and simultaneously, the black index finger completely dissipated.

"How can this be!" Feng Qianyu looked at everything with a terrified expression. Though the attack had seemed calm without the earlier tremendous booming, his own strike, which had summoned all his body’s power, was broken so easily.

"Ten Thousand Corpses Movement!" Shi Feng let out another low shout. Countless corpses of the Human Clan and demon beasts, suspended in the void, suddenly seemed to come to life, moving one by one. The black Aura of Death emanating from the corpses suddenly became denser than before.

Shi Feng raised the Bloodthirsty Sword high, first it took on a ghastly white hue, then it ignited into a blood-colored flame. Simultaneously, a giant blood-colored flame sword condensed in the void.

Then, one after another, the dense strands of black Aura of Death emitted by the corpses, as if attracted by a powerful force, surged toward the giant blood-colored flame sword.

The blazing blood-colored flames immediately turned into black flames of death, and the giant sword’s energy doubled in size. Then, with an imposing shout, Shi Feng said "Young Master wants to see, who will kill whom?"

Before his words fell, Shi Feng slashed down with the sword. The giant sword of black fire, following Shi Feng’s movements, ferociously chopped towards Feng Qianyu, like a colossal pillar toppling down.

"No! How can this be! This power!" Feng Qianyu’s eyes widened as he stared at the sky, his face a mix of horror and disbelief, "How can this be. He’s merely a Five-star Martial King and has only laid out an incomplete Formation of Ten Thousand Corpses. How can such a powerful force erupt? What is going on!"

Immediately after, Feng Qianyu bellowed, his expression of horror suddenly becoming resolute, "I refuse to believe that today I cannot even block the attack of a mere Martial King!"

"Wind Dragon Coming!" With a loud cry, Feng Qianyu pushed out both palms, and suddenly a giant wind dragon took form. Raising its colossal head, the dragon let out a long chant. The sound of the dragon chant reverberated through heaven and earth, furiously rising to meet the giant sword slashing from above.

Wind Dragon Coming, like the Fire Dragon Coming that Feng Xinyan had once used in the Flame Territory’s magma, was from the Skywind Sect’s classics. However, the power of the wind dragon, now unleashed by Feng Qianyu, was incomparably weaker than Feng Xinyan’s fire dragon.

"Boom!" In the void, once again, two massive forces collided, fiercer and more violent than before. At this moment, it caught the attention of everyone, the strongest power they had seen in their lives, the strongest battle, a battle that would enter the history books of Yunlai Empire.

Chaotic energy rampaged, massive currents of wind, copious amounts of black Aura of Death, fierce blood-colored flames, and dazzling ghastly white light engulfed the entire sky. Though their attention was captured, no one could discern the outcome of the battle in the skies, who won or who lost.

"Old Wu, Young Master Feng is your master, can you tell who has won?" Elder Changqing anxiously asked Wu Xiaoyun beside him.

"I don’t know. I’ve only been in contact with Master for about the same number of days as you," Wu Xiaoyun said, then turned to Yee Wuxie and asked, "Old Ye, you’ve known my master the longest. Can you tell?"

"I’ve only known that guy for about as many days as you," Yee Wuxie said, then prayed, "That guy must win. If he dies, we’re just waiting to be slaughtered by Feng Qianyu!"

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