Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 203: Caught in One’s Own Trap

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: Caught in One’s Own Trap

"Wuuu~!"

The Evil Spirit King also realized the danger, issuing a deep bellow. It suddenly opened its mouth, spewing out a mass of black Demon Fog that was so dense it resembled liquid. It rolled and changed shape, quickly growing to the size of a zhang.

The weasels, Wildcat Spirits, and other mountain spirits and wild monsters that worshipped it also desperately exhaled their Moonlight Power.

To aid the Evil Spirit King.

The crimson Sword Radiance Blade fiercely struck upon the black Demon Fog, possessing extremely strong Penetration Power and Destructive Power.

Bang!

After slicing through the black Demon Fog, the might of the Sword Radiance Blade had weakened significantly, but it was still considerable. It mercilessly struck the Evil Spirit King’s soul body.

"Squeak~!"

The Evil Spirit King let out a piercing shriek that echoed throughout the entire Abyss.

Chu Feng felt as though there were thousands of sharp needles fiercely stabbing his head. More precisely, they were stabbing inside his head, onto his Divine Soul.

He experienced such agony that he clutched his head, collapsing to the ground and screaming in pain.

Fortunately, the Evil Spirit King’s piercing screams did not last long; otherwise, Chu Feng was very worried that he would be tortured to death alive by the horrid shrieking.

After the Evil Spirit King was injured, its soul body kept transforming, and the purple patterns on its forehead also kept twitching.

Pu Fazheng nearly despaired as he realized that even his strongest attack, launched with all his might, still did not kill the Evil Spirit King. It could not even be considered a serious injury. He tried to rush out of the altar, but a transparent light curtain blocked him.

This was the Evil Spirit King’s Barrier.

"Damn humans... you actually hurt His Majesty! I must suck your blood dry to compensate for the damage inflicted upon His Majesty..."

The Evil Spirit King actually spoke in a human voice, albeit an unbearably sharp and uncomfortable one. It was like nails scraping across glass, producing a sharp noise that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Hiding in the shadows, Chu Feng felt that if he did not take action now, it would be too late.

Because Pu Fazheng was already on the verge of collapsing, relying solely on the Dragon Soul Treasure Sword in his hand to support his body on the ground.

"Is this how I die? I can’t accept this!"

Pu Fazheng felt utterly hopeless; he had endured for so many days within Evil Spirit Valley, yet no one came to save him. In reality, it was not as he imagined; since the moment he entered Evil Spirit Valley, he had not been able to leave.

The Elders of his Sect realized the severity of the situation and immediately sent many disciples, even two protectors, into Evil Spirit Valley to search for Pu Fazheng’s whereabouts.

Regrettably, the Evil Spirits within Evil Spirit Valley were too terrifying.

Furthermore, with Pu Fazheng trapped on the altar, which was the Evil Spirit King’s territory, those disciples and protectors who entered Evil Spirit Valley either fled grievously wounded or perished entirely within.

Even with Pu Fazheng’s exalted identity, with so many deaths, the Sect naturally refused to send more people into Evil Spirit Valley.

Sending Chu Feng into Evil Spirit Valley this time also carried the meaning of a final probe.

If Chu Feng still perished within, unable to ascertain Pu Fazheng’s fate, then the Sect’s Elders would report the matter to the Sect Master, who was currently in closed-door cultivation at the gateway to life and death.

"Brother Pu, don’t be afraid, I’m here to save you!" Chu Feng rushed out barehanded, bravely charging towards the altar.

Pu Fazheng, seeing a disciple from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect rushing over to rescue him, couldn’t help feeling a rush of joy. When he saw that Chu was only dressed in the attire of an ordinary disciple and possessed merely the cultivation of a Beginner Level Sword Master, and not even wielding a sword, he was instantly disappointed.

"With your little cultivation, how can you save me? It’s no different from courting death!" In that moment of distraction, the Evil Spirit King suddenly launched a gray ripple towards Pu Fazheng.

"Ahh..."

He let out a miserable scream, falling to the ground, and passed out on the spot.

Chu Feng had already reached the front of the altar, all the mountain spirits and wild monsters roaring angrily at him and launching their attacks.

"Get lost!"

Chu Feng displayed the Heaven and Earth Sword Skill, his two fingers joined together like a sword, as sword qi slashed out one after another.

Those mountain spirits and wild monsters were already greatly exhausted, and now faced with Chu Feng’s profound Swordsmanship, they couldn’t stop him. As a result, Chu Feng forcefully broke through their defenses and stepped into the Altar.

When entering the Altar, Chu Feng felt as if he had passed through a thin barrier.

Upon closer inspection, there was nothing to be found.

"Here comes another one seeking death. Excellent, I’ll have myself a feast!" The Evil Spirit King had intentionally allowed Chu Feng to enter the Altar, completely disregarding him.

It lunged directly at Chu Feng.

"You wish to eat me? Be careful or you’ll break your teeth!"

Chu Feng sneered, clutching two Flame Burst Pills in his hand.

Fire is the bane of fiends, and the power of the Flame Burst Pill is certainly not weak. This injured Evil Spirit King would be either blown to death or crippled even if not killed.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

A horrifying scene appeared before Chu Feng, completely different from what he had imagined.

The Evil Spirit King actually conjured numerous afterimages, each looking as real as the original. They moved with extreme speed, appearing just two meters in front of Chu Feng in an instant, encircling him.

In this situation, Chu Feng, even with Flame Burst Pills, was utterly unable to use them.

"Ugh~!"

Chu Feng suddenly felt his body tense up, as something extremely cold attached itself to him, then easily penetrated into his body.

"Gaga... Excellent, I did not expect you to be naturally endowed with a Nine Yang Body, which is a great tonic for this king!"

"After consuming your essence blood, it wouldn’t be a problem for me to advance another level."

The Evil Spirit King laughed triumphantly, crazily devouring Chu Feng’s essence blood inside his body. It even rushed towards Chu Feng’s Divine Court, entering the most important and mysterious Mud Ball Palace within.

This place was the home of Chu Feng’s Spirit.

As soon as the Evil Spirit King charged in, it immediately tried to devour Chu Feng’s Soul.

"I’ve been waiting for you, shut the door and beat the dog!"

Chu Feng sneered, the gates of the Divine Court closed, and at the same time, the Nine Yang Strange Fire, which had advanced to Second Grade, swept out mercilessly. It enveloped the Evil Spirit King, burning fiercely.

If it hadn’t courted death by barging into Chu Feng’s Mud Ball Palace, perhaps it wouldn’t have been dealt with by Chu Feng so quickly.

Now, all that remained for it was to scream in agony.

Ordinary flames can suppress fiends, let alone Abnormal Fires. Second Grade Ninth Stage Abnormal Fire is much more powerful than ordinary Abnormal Fire.

No matter how powerful this Evil Spirit King was, it was in big trouble now.

It curled up into a ball, unable to escape, just like how it had confined Pu Fazheng in the Altar and tortured him.

Now it was reaping what it had sown, being tortured by Chu Feng within the Mud Ball Palace.

"Squeak, squeak..."

"Damned lowly human, how do you possess such formidable Abnormal Fire?"

"Release me, and I promise I won’t eat you again..."

The Evil Spirit King roared and pleaded incessantly. Chu Feng dismissed it as if it were farting, controlling the Abnormal Fire, vowing to turn this Evil Spirit King to ashes.

Bibopo, bibopo!

The Nine Yang Strange Fire showed its ruthless side, refining and burning the Evil Spirit King fiercely.

The Evil Spirits throughout Evil Spirit Valley sensed that their king was in mortal peril, and they mourned in unison.

Those mountain spirits and wild monsters were also looking at Chu Feng, who was seated on the ground, with utter horror.

At this moment, the youngster, once seen as weak and insignificant in their eyes, had become an absolute sovereign. Their king had taken a big fall at the hands of Chu Feng and was about to be killed soon.