Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 344
Thunder-Flame Slash-Corpse: A Peak Aerial Clash
The dark purple orb condensed from the depths of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch’s chest shrieked as it tore through the air, carrying a primordial destructive force that warped the surrounding space. Black, spiderweb-like spatial fissures spread along the projectile’s trajectory, emitting piercing screeches akin to weeping ghosts and howling spirits. The deep purple light stained the blood-clouded dome of heaven, plunging the entire battlefield into a frigid, oppressive death aura that made it hard to breathe.
Standing tall amidst this terrifying pressure, Lin Feng maintained an expression as calm as a tranquil autumn lake. His deep black eyes reflected the expanding purple orb without a single ripple of fear. He took a deep breath, and the swirling ambient heaven and earth spiritual Qi surged into his body like a hundred rivers converging into the sea.
“You want to crush me with primordial pressure? You’re still far too green, you wretched beast!”
Lin Feng spoke with cold indifference, flicking his sleeve sharply into the void. Instantly, a massive silvery-grey chaos vortex spanning hundreds of meters wide abruptly opened right before him. The vortex spun violently, its intertwined temporal and spatial energy currents forming a bottomless abyssal maw ready to devour everything in existence.
“Chaos Star Palace: Bend Order!”
BOOM!
The dark purple orb crashed straight into the center of the chaos vortex. Instead of the earth-shattering explosion anticipated by the observers watching from afar, the sound emitted was a dull spatial thud, resembling two continental plates grinding against one another. The silvery-grey vortex contracted before suddenly expanding exponentially, perfectly reversing the trajectory of the purple orb by a full hundred and eighty degrees!
SWISH——
The dark purple orb spun around and shot backward at double its original speed, ripping apart the dense layers of blood-red clouds overhead. It soared high into the towering stratosphere, exploding into a dazzling, brilliant radiance like a newly shattered miniature sun. A spherical shockwave swept away tens of thousands of acres of dark clouds, carving out a vast expanse of clear sky in the nocturnal firmament.
The Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch widened its deep-set eye sockets, which were filled with ghostly blue flames. It found it utterly unbelievable that its ultimate technique had been reversed so effortlessly and gracefully by its opponent. The survival instinct accumulated over tens of thousands of years within an abyssal corpse monarch screamed inside its mind, warning of a fatal impending danger.
Yet it was too late! Lin Feng absolutely refused to give this monster even a single breathing spell to regain its footing. Seizing the momentum, a sharp, blade-like cold light flashed in Lin Feng’s eyes. He poured his entire mind into a profound connection with his bloodline, thoroughly activating the majestic energy slumbering within the 4th Tier of the Primordial Dragon Pendant resting against his chest.
ROAR——
An archaic dragon roar resounded through space, shaking the core of every living soul within a radius of hundreds of miles. Against Lin Feng’s chest, the runes of the Primordial Dragon Pendant blazed brilliantly with a fusion of golden light and mystical purple.
“Dual Star Palaces Fusion!!”
Lin Feng’s voice rang out as stern and sharp as clashing steel. From both of his shoulders, two magnificent star palaces slowly materialized out of the void. On the left was the Nine-Dragon Flame Palace—incandescing with nine primordial fire dragons wrapped in blood-red dragon flames, their temperature so searing it melted the very air into liquid magma. On the right was the Annihilation Thunder Palace—where tens of thousands of purple lightning divine bolts roared turbulently, carrying the essence of heaven and earth’s destruction and judgment.
The two colossal star palaces did not clash; instead, under the suppression of Lin Feng’s absolute will, they began to twist and fuse together at a dizzying speed. The roaring Nine-Dragon Flames licked against the wisps of Annihilation Thunder, generating a dazzling, blinding purple-red composite energy. That supreme, peerless power was compressed tightly, surging entirely into Lin Feng’s right arm.
His sleeve instantly exploded into millions of shredded fabric fragments under the terrifying pressure of the fused energy. The muscles on his arm bulged, and thick blue veins stood out like small dragons writhing beneath his skin. Faint dragon scales flickered in and out of view, emitting crackling sparks and tiny embers that drifted away into the void.
The Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch felt an oppressive weight pressing straight down upon its soul. It was a war machine forged of magma and corpses standing over three hundred meters tall, yet facing Lin Feng’s right arm at this moment, it suddenly felt as insignificant as an ant before an erupting volcano.
“Violent Dragon Thunder-Flame Fist!!”
A furious roar tore through the clouds! Lin Feng stomped his foot heavily against the void. The space beneath his heel shattered into large fragments, emitting a deafening explosion. His body transformed into a streak of composite light blending lightning and fire, hurtling forward at supersonic speed and crossing a distance of a thousand meters in a single blink.
Lin Feng’s target was crystal clear: the massive right shoulder of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch—the focal point where the monster’s bloodline and spiritual power conduction core were concentrated!
The Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch roared, swinging its colossal left arm down like a moving mountain in an attempt to block the path of the tiny human before it. The air compressed by the giant hand formed a thick wall of pressure, emitting a chilling screech.
Yet Lin Feng neither evaded nor slowed down. He hurled himself straight into the trajectory of the descending magma hand, his fist clenched tight and punching fiercely forward!
“Break for me!”
A EARTH-SHATTERING CRASH!
Lin Feng’s fire-and-lightning-blazing dragon fist collided head-on with the giant finger of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch. At the moment of impact, time seemed to stand still for a millisecond. Then, a point of light the size of a pea erupted into a massive sea of lightning and fire, swallowing the monster’s entire arm.
BOOM—— BOOM—— CRACK CRACK!!
The sounds of fracturing bone and shattered magma echoed continuously like festival firecrackers. The magma armor, five meters thick and tempered through tens of thousands of years of absorbing abyssal nether Qi, proved as fragile as a thin layer of paper meeting boiling water under Lin Feng’s fused Thunder-Fire punch.
The extreme heatwave rolled outward, boiling the air within a ten-mile radius. Splattering streams of magma shot from the cracks into the sky like a brilliant fiery rain. Purple-black lightning followed the blood vessels and fissures, piercing deep inside the monster’s body, frantically ravaging and paralyzing every nerve and spiritual energy source it possessed.
The Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch widened its eyes, its mouth hanging open as it tried to roar, yet no sound came forth because its entire throat had been choked off by the shockwave.
CRACK... CRACK... SNAP!
The Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch’s colossal right arm, weighing millions of tons and bound to its massive physique by countless tendons and ancient magical runes, was now completely severed from its shoulder. A thick, inky-black stream of blood gushed torrentially from the massive wound like a waterfall cascading down a high mountain peak, blackening the space below.
The severed giant arm fell freely from a height of ten thousand meters, crashing straight into the ground below.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!
The earth shook violently, and the shockwave from the impact blasted thousands of millennium-old ancient trees into splinters, carving out a colossal crater hundreds of meters wide while billowing dust soared high into the blue sky. The weight and momentum of that fall generated a simulated earthquake powerful enough to make the surrounding mountain range groan in protest.
In the sky, Lin Feng hovered in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the night wind, his momentum towering like a martial god descended from the nine heavens. On his right arm, sparks of lightning and fire still danced and crackled, radiating a majesty that made all creation tremble and proffer submission.
Yet this peak battle had not yet reached its conclusion.
Having its arm severed, the bone-deep agony fully stimulated the feral and frantic nature buried deep within the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch’s bloodline. The monster did not fall; instead, its massive chest suddenly swelled abnormally.
HUM... HUM... HUM...
From the depths of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch’s chest, an emerald-green demonic fire began to burn furiously. This flame brought no warmth; instead, it radiated an extreme, frigid, rotting, and desolate death aura. It burned the monster’s own internal organs and vital life force in exchange for an unprecedented, explosive surge of power.
The flesh across the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch’s entire body began to crack open, revealing dark green blood vessels intertwining densely like a web of venom. Its aura transformed completely from a steady state, becoming exponentially more frantic, bloodthirsty, and chaotic. Its eyes, previously glowing with blue light, turned blood-red and vein-streaked, overflowing with the intent to destroy everything in sight.
“It... what is it trying to do?” From afar, an elder of a major faction watching the scene could not help uttering, his voice trembling with terror.
“No way... That is... the Berserk Blood-Sacrifice forbidden technique of the abyssal corpse clan! It wants to sacrifice all its longevity in exchange for supreme power in one final strike!”
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes, a trace of solemnity flashing across his face for the first time, though it was quickly replaced by a chilling, murderous smile. He clenched his fist, and the Thunder-Flame Star Palace within his body roared once more, preparing for the decisive blow.
Would the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch manage to turn the tables after entering the Berserk Blood-Sacrifice state, or would it be thoroughly crushed into dust by Lin Feng under the peerless might of the Thunder-Flame slaying technique? The next chapter shall reveal.