Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 612 - 602: Death God Scythe?

Chapter 612: Chapter 602: Death God Scythe?

Staring at the ferocious ice snow storm approaching from ahead, and the angry, vicious face behind that storm, Shi Feng’s left hand shimmered with a strong, frosty white light.

Following that, as he flicked a finger towards the onrushing ice snow storm, a "boom" resounded explosively; the seemingly savage storm shattered with his gesture, revealing the ice-blue spear that had just been concealed within it.

Continuing without pause while all eyes were fixed upon him, the sharply piercing ice snow spear suddenly emitted a series of crisp cracks: "Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Under the power of Shi Feng’s flick, not only had he extinguished the violent ice snow storm, but even the ice-blue spear in Bing Ao’s hand had broken apart, section by section.

"How can this be! After enduring such battle and sustaining such heavy wounds, he still has such great strength!" His attack thwarted, his spear in hand breaking into pieces, Bing Ao’s face showed extreme shock and disbelief.

"Crack!" With the final crisp sound, as the spear broke where Bing Ao grasped it, a powerful force suddenly struck his palm and with this formidable power, Bing Ao’s entire body, like a kite with its string cut, was sent swiftly flying backwards!

From the moment his attack was broken to his body now flying through the air, disbelief and utter horror remained etched onto Bing Ao’s face.

His strength was so great; with just the power of one finger, he had put himself in such a dire situation. The gap between him and Shi Feng was so vast! And this was after Shi Feng had already endured a tough battle and was injured!

"After being sent flying by Zi Xiao, Bing Ao has been sent flying again!" Following Bing Ao’s second flight, the previously silenced crowd beneath the arena burst into noise again.

"Hmph! That Bing Ao, he deserved it for being so arrogant just now! Moreover, his attempt to take advantage of Shi Feng’s injuries was bound to meet with retribution!"

"Bing Ao’s shamelessly arrogant behavior has finally been punished!"

Voices rose one after another, the critical words piling on—a case of kicking a man when he’s down.

At that moment, Shi Feng ignored Bing Ao, who had been knocked away, and instead focused his gaze on his own left hand, intently viewing the Full Moon Scimitar pattern on his middle finger.

Just as Shi Feng had concentrated the Nine Nether Power at the tip of his left middle finger, preparing to flick it at Bing Ao’s ice snow storm, he suddenly sensed the scimitar pattern tremble and emit a mysterious fluctuation, unleashing a mysterious force.

With a thought, the Full Moon Scimitar appeared in Shi Feng’s palm, and as he stared at it, he once again infused it with Nine Nether Power.

At that moment, the Full Moon Scimitar in Shi Feng’s hand began to quiver violently; then, a dazzling, blinding silver light shone, illuminating everything around. Shi Feng saw that the Full Moon Scimitar in his hand was transforming—it was growing larger! Not only was it increasing in size, but its shape was also changing.

Soon, the silver light dissipated, and Shi Feng saw that the Full Moon Scimitar in his hand had now become a scythe-like long blade with a round blade and a curved, lengthy handle.

Looking at the circular long blade in his hand, Shi Feng’s face exhibited an expression of extreme shock, "This...this shape, it’s strikingly similar to the scythe used by the Death God in ancient times, known as the Death God’s Scythe!"

"Look! The blade in Shi Feng’s hands, it was clearly not like this just a moment ago! Now, it has transformed into this appearance, what in the world is going on?"

The transformation of the Full Moon Scimitar in Shi Feng’s hands was also witnessed by the onlookers below, eliciting cries of astonishment.

Not only the crowd around the stage but also the lofty Prince Guang, standing tall in the void, turned his gaze to platform number 10, focusing on the scimitar in Shi Feng’s hands.

"Could it be...the legendary..."

Standing at the pinnacle of the Imperial Palace, Emperor Lan Yuan of the Tianlan Empire also revealed a look of utmost shock on his face,

"The Death God Scythe? Is this the very Death God Scythe that the Death God wielded in ancient times? If...if that’s the case, its appearance under my rule will attract countless strong figures to my Tianlan Empire. Even the various Martial Emperors will descend upon us. My Tianlan Empire is about to experience an unprecedented turmoil!

Where in the world did this young man get such a blade! If it truly is the Death God Scythe, it’s not going to be a good thing for him, but rather, it might become a death warrant!"

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The giant silver sickle was tightly grasped in Shi Feng’s hand. He had already sensed something extraordinary about the Full Moon Scimitar, and now, after infusing it with his Nine Nether Power of the Martial Saint’s realm, it had evolved into the likeness of the legendary Death God’s Scythe. Whether or not it was the actual Death God Scythe from the legends, this blade was undoubtedly extraordinary.

Shi Feng continued to pour his Nine Nether Power into the silver sickle. He almost emptied all of his Nine Nether Power before finally filling the sickle with the energy it required. At that moment, the silver sickle in Shi Feng’s hand began to vibrate continuously, and feeling the power emanating from the sickle, Shi Feng’s own complexion drastically changed!

"This...this power is just too formidable!" Although it drained a tremendous amount of Nine Nether Power, the silver sickle had swallowed all of Shi Feng’s Nine Nether Power, and its might had become astonishingly strong, beyond expectation.

At that moment, not far away, Bing Ao, whose icy body had crashed onto the stage, struggled to rise. As he got up, Shi Feng swung the silver sickle in his hands toward the not-so-distant Bing Ao.

The silver sickle spun through the air, hurtling towards Bing Ao!

Having just stood up with an expression of surprise, Bing Ao’s face dramatically changed once again, now showing even greater shock and disbelief than before.

He saw a giant silver sickle slicing through the air towards him, and beneath its edge, even he, a One-star Peak Martial Saint, felt an irresistible force. Under the silver sickle, he was like an insignificant ant, to be squashed or chopped at will.

At this very moment, Bing Ao felt as though he couldn’t even muster the energy of moving a finger. Although he wanted to run, his feet simply wouldn’t move. He could only stare with wide eyes, filled with terror, as the rapidly approaching silver sickle hurtled towards him!

With a "whoosh," the silver sickle swiftly swept past Bing Ao’s neck. A head still bearing an expression of extreme terror, with eyes bulging wide, shot up into the sky!

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