Volume 3: Global Vanguard & The Advanced Pinnacle
Chapter 295
Twin Constellations Advanced Tier Three: Thunder God Dragon Flame Slash
The sea wind roared like the weeping of ten thousand ghosts in the netherworld. The waters of the East China Sea churned with violent waves hundreds of meters high, dark pitch-black foam mixing with pungent, toxic venom that lashed straight up into the fractured dome of the sky.
The heavy, oppressive night merged together like a colossal block of lead pressing down onto the chest. Beneath Lin Feng’s feet, the Nether Prison Taotie Battle Wolf let out a muffled roar, its rock-solid muscle mass tensing rigidly beneath heavy dark-iron armor as all four of its steel claws clamped hard against the crest of a furious wave. The killing intent rising from its pitch-black fur transformed into a hazy, gloomy vapor, but even the majestic aura of a Peak Commander-grade monstrous beast was being suppressed to the point of suffocation before the frenzied wrath of the ocean lord.
Scarcely a mile away, the colossal, submarine-mountain-like body of the Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign was writhing violently.
After being heavily battered by Lin Feng’s desperate sword intent and lightning-flame in the previous clashes, this ancient ominous beast had completely gone berserk. Jet-black venomous blood gushed profusely from gaping wounds torn across its thick scales, reeking of an intensely foul stench that seemed to melt the very air. Its three tallest, gigantic heads—one wrapped in grayish-black scales specializing in corrosive water venom, another blazing red like fresh blood specializing in violent blood-slaughter, and a third covered in sharp spikes carrying gloomy thunder—were all simultaneously rearing their pupils upright. Six enormous, blood-red eyes like crimson lanterns stared unblinkingly at the diminutive human figure standing atop the battle wolf’s head.
ROOOOAR!
A deafening sonic boom tore the eardrums apart. The three giant serpent heads opened their gaping, crimson maws lined with hooked fangs curved like the scythes of the grim reaper. From deep within their pitch-black throats, Water-, Venom-, and Blood-attribute demonic energy began to vortex and counter-rotate, frantically condensing into three colossal energy spheres over thirty meters in diameter.
The space surrounding the three spheres warped and distorted. The crushing pressure forced the sea surface to cave inward into three deep chasms, sucking millions of tons of seawater into a violent, spinning whirlpool. This vile beast had no intention of probing for even another split second; it wanted to use its entire remaining strength and ancient forbidden arts to grind Lin Feng and his battle beast into a pulp of bloody mist, and then sweep away the Shenzhou coastal defense line behind his back!
The fierce gale whipped across his face with a stinging bite, carrying the salty tang of the ocean and the ultimate reek of toxic fluids. Standing at the center of this destructive storm, Lin Feng’s black coat fluttered wildly in the howling wind.
His facial features were sharp and chiseled, cold as an iceberg adrift in the open ocean. There was not the slightest trace of hesitation, nor even half a shred of fear. Within his profound pupils, the image of those three world-destroying energy spheres was reflected with vivid clarity, yet the depths of his eyes held only an eerie, bone-chilling tranquility—the tranquility of a monarch observing prey struggling before its execution.
“Want to stake your lives?”
Lin Feng’s lips curved slightly, his low, rumbling voice cutting through the roaring wind and waves and the shrieks of the three serpent heads:
“Do you really think this little bit of remaining strength is enough to bury me at the bottom of the East China Sea?”
As his words fell, his hands hanging loosely at his sides suddenly lifted, all five fingers spreading wide and pointing straight up toward the dark night sky!
THUD!
A muffled sound resembling the heartbeat of an ancient deity echoed from the deepest depths of Lin Feng’s soul. His spiritual world instantly boiled like an endless purgatory furnace.
Normally, an Advanced Mage wishing to cast a Tier 3 spell had to exhaust their entire spiritual power, meticulously guiding every single thread of star-orbit and piecing together star-diagrams to form a complete Constellation consisting of 343 star-particles. That process demanded a prolonged incantation taking dozens of seconds, and if even a single star-particle destabilized and trembled, the entire spell would collapse, creating a terrifying backlash that would tear the spiritual sea apart.
Yet at this moment, Lin Feng intended to do something insane that no human mage in all of magic history had ever dared to conceive:
Condense two Advanced Tier 3 Constellations of completely different elemental attributes simultaneously!
“Nirvana Thunder Realm... Awaken for me!”
Lin Feng’s low shout exploded like lightning in the void.
Over his left shoulder, a current of pitch-black, murky purple light suddenly surged to cover the heavens. The Lightning Star River within his soul emitted a fierce roar. Every single Lightning Star-Particle carrying the destructive hue of the Nirvana Divine Lightning began to dance frantically.
One hundred star-particles... Two hundred star-particles... Three hundred star-particles...
Three hundred and forty-three of the purest, most violent lightning star-particles blazed with a speed that tore space asunder! Under Lin Feng’s mental control—which had reached the pinnacle realm of mastery—those 343 star-particles did not descend into chaos, but instead immediately traced out flawless orbital pathways across the void.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Seven brilliant Lightning Star-Charts intertwined with one another, forming seven majestic star-diagrams covering half the night sky on the left. Thick, dark-purple lightning bolts as massive as giant lightning serpents coiled around the heavenly stars, emitting sharp, crackling snaps that cracked open the surrounding vacuum into pitch-black spatial fissures.
The seven Lightning Star-Charts quivered, slowly stacking and interlocking with one another according to the mystical laws of the cosmic Great Dao. In the blink of an eye, an Advanced Tier 3 Lightning Constellation materialized in all its towering glory, radiating a destructive pressure akin to a divine Lightning Temple descending into the mortal realm!
Yet that was only half of this earth-shaking spectacle.
The very instant the Lightning Constellation formed, Lin Feng’s right arm swept outward in a razor-sharp arc. Two brilliant, fiery golden flames ignited within his eyes!
“Primordial Dragon Flame Emperor Gold... Manifest!”
BOOM!
The temperature across the surface of the East China Sea instantly soared by thousands of degrees Celsius in a fraction of a second. The seawater beneath his right flank began to roil and boil fiercely, sending up massive columns of blinding white steam that shrieked through the air.
From Lin Feng’s Fire Star River, 343 fiery star-particles resembling miniature suns erupted in unison. This flame was neither ordinary blazing red mortal fire nor common fire, but the purest Primordial Dragon Flame, carrying the supreme, peerless bloodline of the ancient Dragon Clan, gleaming with an aristocratic and absolute imperial golden radiance!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The linking speed of the 343 golden star-particles was too fast for the naked eye to catch. They streaked into dazzling golden rays of light, piercing through the fog of venomous miasma, swiftly weaving seven magnificent and grand Fire Star Charts. Upon each star chart, the phantom silhouettes of primeval giant dragons seemed to manifest and roar, carrying an imposing aura capable of scorching the nine heavens and ten earths.
The seven blazing golden star-charts soared through the high heavens, then valiantly locked into one another to form the second Advanced Tier 3 Fire Constellation!
Two colossal Constellations!
A total of 686 star-particles (343 Lightning + 343 Fire) linked together flawlessly without a single flaw, shining brilliantly across the entire sky and sea of the East China Sea! The left half of the sky overflowed with nirvana dark-purple thunder as chaotic lightning tore the night apart; the right half of the sky blazed with imperial dragon flames, its golden light banishing all darkness and miasma for a thousand miles!
The brilliance of the Twin Constellations reflected down onto the sea surface, transforming the pitch-black ocean into a magnificent, glittering purple-and-gold giant mirror.
Beneath the unmatched majesty of the Advanced Tier 3 Twin Constellations, the three destructive demonic energy spheres condensing within the maws of the Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign’s three heads suddenly shuddered violently. The demonic energy flow within the monstrous beast’s body was severely disrupted. Its six blood-red eyes contracted into thin horizontal slits, the extreme brutality within them instantly replaced by bone-chilling, marrow-deep terror!
As an ancient monstrous beast that had survived thousands of years of storms and tempests, its survival instinct warned it that the power condensing atop that human’s head far exceeded every limit of the Advanced realm! That was a power capable of grinding its very life into ashes!
SCREEECH!
Sensing impending mortal peril, the beast’s three heads dared not continue accumulating demonic energy. They frantically spat out the three Water-Venom-Blood demonic energy spheres toward Lin Feng!
The three colossal spheres tore through the air, colliding mid-flight to trigger a three-colored, hundreds-of-meters-high toxic tsunami carrying enough power to flatten a large island, crashing down thunderously upon the heads of Lin Feng and the Nether Prison Taotie Battle Wolf!
Yet facing the beast’s destructive onslaught, Lin Feng remained standing as unmovable as a divine mountain.
“With just this sort of refuse, you dare try to block me?”
Lin Feng growled coldly, both hands suddenly snapping shut mid-air!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Beneath his iron will, the two Advanced Tier 3 Constellations—whose attributes were violently repellent to one another: extreme Lightning and supreme Fire—began pressing tightly against each other!
The air groaned; patches of space surrounding Lin Feng’s arms shattered into shards of pitch-black mirror glass. The combination of the Nirvana Thunder Realm and the Primordial Dragon Flame Emperor Gold created a terrifying chain reaction. Lightning borrowed Fire’s momentum to explode with destructive force, while Fire relied on Lightning’s majesty to achieve peerless speed and sharpness!
All 686 star-particles merged into one. The dark-purple starlight and golden radiance intertwined tightly, transforming into a massive, hybrid pillar of light thrusting straight up into the nine heavens!
From within that radiant pillar of light, Lin Feng slowly drew forth a luminous slash-blade.
At first the blade was merely a few meters long, but as Lin Feng took a step forward, stomping hard upon the void, the blade expanded frantically at an unimaginable speed!
Ten meters... One hundred meters... Five hundred meters...
Until it extended to a full thousand meters!
A thousand-meter-long thunder-flame giant blade spanned across the night sky of the East China Sea!
The razor-sharp edge condensed from blazing Primordial Dragon Flame Emperor Gold burned fiercely, radiating the majesty of the ancient dragon race; the spine and hilt of the blade were tightly wrapped in tens of thousands of dark-purple lightning bolts from the Nirvana Thunder Realm, continuously emitting rumbles like the thunder of creation and genesis. The violent energy radiating from the blade was so intense that it repelled all storms, cleaving the deep sea below into an abyss-like fissure tens of nautical miles long!
This was the supreme fusion technique personally created by Lin Feng, crystallized from the ultimate comprehension of two magic elements:
“Thunder God Dragon Flame Slash!”
Lin Feng’s shout reverberated like the supreme judgment of a Creator God descending upon the mortal world.
Both hands gripped the illusory hilt tightly, channeling all the roiling demonic energy in his meridians, his entire physical prowess, and his Dragon Soul majesty into a single, definitive slash!
Slash!
BOOM!
There were no words capable of fully capturing the sheer terror of this single slash.
The thousand-meter blade cleaved downward, tearing the pitch-black night of the East China Sea cleanly into two halves. The blade aura swept across space, leaving behind a pitch-black vacuum tear that could not mend itself. Brilliant purple-and-gold radiance erupted, illuminating the entire night sky within a radius of a hundred miles as bright as day!
The sky-filling three-colored toxic tsunami of the Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign touched the blade aura and was instantly vaporized clean by the ten-thousand-degree heat of the Primordial Dragon Flame; not even a single drop of water managed to fall back into the sea. The dark-purple lightning accompanying the blade aura swept like a gale across the air, cleansing all toxic miasma from the atmosphere.
The blade momentum did not diminish by even a fraction, retaining the speed of light as it hacked straight down toward the serpent’s three gigantic heads!
The three heads of the Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign shrieked in despair. The blood-scaled head frantically activated its thick layer of blood scales, the lightning-scaled head unleashed layers upon layers of defensive lightning shields, and the toxic-water head spat out layers of mucus films in an attempt to deflect the slash.
Yet all resistance before the Thunder God Dragon Flame Slash was as ludicrous and fragile as soap bubbles!
SWOOSH!
A crisp, sweet sound rang out, shaking the soul to its core.
The thunder-flame blade swept past the serpent’s three towering, skyscraper-thick necks as smoothly as a red-hot blade slicing through soft butter.
Scales harder than millennium mysterious iron shattered. Raging muscles were scorched completely black. The sturdy giant cervical vertebrae were cleanly severed without a single ripple!
A second of stillness.
The entire world seemed to plunge into absolute silence.
And then...
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
Three columns of pitch-black, scorching, lava-like venomous blood spurted hundreds of meters straight up into the high heavens from the three flat severances!
The three giant serpent heads—each as massive as a small island—simultaneously severed from their bodies, soaring up into the air. All six eyes of the three heads remained wide open, holding extreme terror, disbelief, and utter despair before their divine light completely extinguished!
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
The three monster heads fell freely from the high heavens, slamming straight onto the sea surface and generating colossal waves that tossed white foam high into the sky. Venomous blood poured like a torrential rain, dyeing a vast expanse of ocean spanning dozens of miles a deep crimson. A suffocating stench billowed forth, but was instantly incinerated into floating ash by the residual flames of the Primordial Dragon Flame.
The thunder-flame blade aura had still not dissipated after severing the three snake heads. It continued hacking straight down into the fathomless depths of the ocean!
BOOM BOOM BOOM!
The surface of the East China Sea was torn cleanly in two as if by an invisible giant hand. A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering energy explosion erupted on the seabed, blasting millions of tons of seawater up into the cloud layer. The remaining colossal body of the Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign was hoisted out of the water by the terrifying shockwave, writhing in excruciating agony before slamming heavily down upon a distant underwater coral reef, shattering an entire corner of the desolate island!
From eight majestic heads that once dominated the ocean, the ancient ominous beast was now left with a meager two heads trembling violently amidst a pool of bloody gore!
The storm gradually subsided.
Leftover strands of dark-purple lightning danced and crackled across the crimson sea surface, mingling with floating golden fire sparks drifting like death-realm lanterns. The scenery was breathtakingly magnificent yet tragically breathtaking.
Atop the head of the Nether Prison Taotie Battle Wolf, Lin Feng slowly lowered his arm.
His breathing was slightly heavier than usual, the demonic energy in both his Lightning and Fire elements nearly half depleted after that heaven-defying fusion strike. Yet his expression remained cold and arrogant like an undefeated war god. His black hair fluttered gently in the night wind, his straight posture towering amidst the boundless sea and sky leaving anyone who beheld him ready to prostrate themselves in awe.
“Roar...”
The battle wolf beneath his feet let out an excited roar, its steel tail whipping hard against the water surface as its nether eyes stared fixedly at the battered, crippled torso of the giant serpent struggling not far away.
Five heads had been severed!
The Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign now possessed only two heads: a secondary wind-lightning head that was tattered beyond recognition, and the largest central head—the master-head of the Dark Serpent King crowned in white bone.
The monster’s entire body convulsed repeatedly, every muscle fiber trembling from excruciating pain and bone-deep terror. It raised its bloodied master-head to stare at Lin Feng, breathing in ragged gasps through its teeth.
Yet just as Lin Feng prepared to step forward, gathering demonic energy to deliver the final killing blow and sever the remaining two heads, a terrifying anomaly suddenly occurred!
RUMBLE... RUMBLE... RUMBLE...
It was not the sound of breaking waves. It was a seismic tremor originating from ten thousand fathoms deep within the East China Sea trench!
The sea surface, which had been stained crimson with toxic blood, suddenly turned pitch-black with abnormal gloom. The seawater surrounding the fallen heads of the three serpent heads did not drift away; instead, it spiraled according to a monstrous law, frantically cascading backward into the deep ocean trench as if a colossal abyss mouth were opening beneath!
An aura of evil, ancient, and coldness tenfold greater than the Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign slowly arose from the dark depths of the abyss. That aura was so heavy that even the space above the sea surface emitted cracking, shattering sounds.
Over the pool of bloody gore, the remaining master-head of the Eight-Headed Water Python Sovereign suddenly ceased its struggles.
Its blood-red eyes stared down at the pitch-black whirlpool on the seabed, then slowly turned back to look at Lin Feng. Within those eyes, the terror of a moment ago vanished without a trace, replaced by an eerie, bone-chillingly lunatic smile!
CLACK CLACK CLACK...
A raspy, metal-grating laugh echoed from the Dark Serpent King’s bloody throat:
“Human... arrogant... Do you truly think... you have won?”
A series of ancient, ink-black demonic runes suddenly blazed brilliantly across the scales of the master-head. The venomous blood of the three severed heads was not wasted; it was fully absorbed by the power beneath the seabed, activating a massive seal array that had lain hidden beneath the East China Sea for ten thousand years!
“Sacrifice... of three royal heads... The blood sacrifice is complete!”
The master-head roared madly:
“Welcome... the awakening of the Abyss Lord!”
At ten thousand fathoms deep in the ocean, a pair of blood-red eyes as massive as two crimson moons slowly opened within eternal darkness, locking firmly onto Lin Feng’s figure...