Chapter 1283 - 1282: Feint in the East, Strike in the West

Chapter 1283: Chapter 1282: Feint in the East, Strike in the West

"Ling Feng!" the Bright Saintess shouted anxiously, preparing to step forward.

"Don’t come over, this is my battle!" Ling Feng said in a deep voice, "You must not interfere!"

Shenyan glanced sideways at the Bright Saintess, sneering, "Little girl, you better behave yourself. I don’t want you disrupting our battle, or else I’ll have the people from Blood Howl Camp capture you first!"

"Want to capture her? Get past me first!" Ling Feng growled lowly, as black patterns appeared on his body, quickly spreading over his entire body, even his face, giving off an extremely eerie feeling.

Crackling sounds came from Ling Feng’s body, which swelled a few sizes larger, and his aura grew stronger.

Shenyan’s eyes lit up as he licked his lips and said, "I didn’t expect you to have such a dense Power of the Abyss within you. It seems you are from the Abyssal Plane. No wonder your resilience is so strong!"

Yet, with a puzzled look in his eyes, Shenyan glanced at the Bright Saintess, "Why is someone from the Abyssal Plane entangled with someone from the Angel World? It’s really baffling!"

The Three Great Realms are actually in a hostile state, and even if there are brief periods of peace, conflicts and battles continually occur in some regions.

After all, resources are limited, and to seize the opponents’ resources, they are compelled to battle and expand.

Among them, the situation between the Angel World and the Abyss Realm is even tenser. Therefore, Shenyan was curious to see Ling Feng and the Bright Saintess together, as, in his view, the Bright Saintess belonged to the Angel World, while Ling Feng, with his Power of the Abyss, must certainly be from the Abyss Realm.

"So much nonsense!" Ling Feng snorted coldly. With the massive Power of the Abyss now in effect, his injuries had completely healed, and his body was further strengthened. At this moment, Ling Feng felt relieved, at least he had the strength to fight.

Shenyan’s eyebrows twitched, "It looks like you’ve almost recovered. Then let’s continue!"

Saying this, Shenyan charged again, his fist aimed directly at Ling Feng’s chest. A sharp gleam flashed in Ling Feng’s eyes. This was already the second time Shenyan used this move, but this time, Ling Feng clearly captured the trajectory of this punch and the force it carried.

The reason Ling Feng couldn’t resist earlier was because the punch carried a trace of Power of Laws, which made it seem insurmountable.

However, would the same move have the same effect on Ling Feng? A faint smile appeared on Ling Feng’s lips. He didn’t dodge but instead channeled the power within him, punching toward Shenyan.

A hint of surprise flashed in Shenyan’s eyes, then he laughed, "Interesting, you dare to clash with me directly? You have no idea about my power!"

With a boom, as their fists collided, a massive shockwave spread outwards from them, sweeping through most of the surrounding giant trees. Under the Bright Saintess’s protection, Jiete and Siteli avoided serious injuries; even so, they saw stars and felt a splitting headache.

Ling Feng was sent flying again, but this time he wasn’t severely injured; he had merely shed the force of the attack and shook his somewhat numb arm, eyes filled with seriousness.

With the Abyss’s power activated once more, Ling Feng’s physical strength had increased by more than two levels, but he still couldn’t match Shenyan’s power. Truly, Shenyan was a master of physical cultivation at the Peak of Divine Realm!

"Exhilarating, truly exhilarating, I haven’t felt this exhilarated in a long time!" Shenyan’s clothes had been blown to pieces, leaving him shirtless. Laughing heartily, he said, "Hey, kid, you have great strength. You’re the first to retreat unharmed after exchanging a punch with me! I guarantee that if you join our Blood Howl City Master, your killing of Ghost Hand can be overlooked, and you might even take over Ghost Hand’s position and become a leader in Blood Howl Camp. How about it?"

Ling Feng chuckled, "You guarantee it? Can you decide for the Blood Howl City Master?"

Shenyan laughed slyly, "Actually, before I came, the City Master told me that if your strength is strong enough and your potential astounding, we can overlook the past and even value you highly. But if your strength doesn’t gain my approval, I can kill you on the spot! Now I’m very interested in you; why not join us at Blood-roar Castle?"

"The conditions are good, but... I have a flaw," Ling Feng said indifferently, "I don’t like to drink to people’s hospitality, only their penalties. What do we do about that?"

Anger flashed across Shenyan’s face, "Kid, I’m only interested in you because of your notable strength; don’t spit on kindness! Your strength isn’t worth mentioning in front of me!"

Ling Feng remained silent, but he knew Shenyan was right! Previously, he exploited Ghost Hand’s arrogance to kill him by surprise, leading Ling Feng to believe a Peak of Divine Realm expert was nothing special, but today’s battle with Shenyan made Ling Feng truly realize the gap between himself and a Peak of Divine Realm master.

Without using the power of the Mo Yu Sword, even with the enhancement of the Abyss’s power, he was not a match for Shenyan. And even if he managed to mutually injure Shenyan, what would they use to fend off the experts of Blood Howl Camp afterward?

Thinking of this, the notion of retreat emerged in Ling Feng’s mind.

To persist in the face of the impossible isn’t bravery; it’s folly!

Ling Feng’s fingers moved slightly, and several streams of Sword Qi shot out from his fingers towards Shenyan.

Shenyan laughed heartily, "I’ve long known you excel at using Sword Qi, and I’ve prepared defenses for it!"

Saying this, Shenyan stomped, and a golden light emanated from his body. The Sword Qi struck that golden light and instantly exploded.

"Huh? Why is the power of this Sword Qi so weak!" Shenyan was taken aback; the Sword Qi that could kill Ghost Hand shouldn’t be this weak.

"Not right, he’s trying to play a trick!" Shenyan instantly realized Ling Feng’s ploy, looking up only to find that Ling Feng and his companions had vanished.

"Damn it! He actually got away!" Anger appeared on Shenyan’s face, and he pursued Ling Feng’s aura.

Ahead lay the interception net of Blood Howl Camp’s experts. Shenyan believed that as long as they could stop Ling Feng for a moment, he could catch up to him. By then, he’d definitely make Ling Feng regret being born into this world!

"To dare trick me, Shenyan, I’ll make you regret being born!" Shenyan’s eyes gleamed with ferocious light.