Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 376
Slaying Sharlock, The Red Cardinal Falls!
The ten-zhang-long Eight-Element Divine Sword hovered majestically in mid-air, its brilliant eight-colored radiance illuminating every dark corner of the underground palace beneath the ruins. Thick elemental pressure weighed down upon the space, making the atmosphere dense and heavy to the point where everyone present could clearly feel their hearts pounding frantically in their chests.
Lin Feng stood proudly in mid-air, his tattered robes whipping wildly in the raging magical gale. His gaze was as cold as a millennium glacier, locked firmly onto the grotesque, mutated form of the Red Cardinal Sharlock below. The six sharp, bone-like arms and the evil armor scales encasing his enemy were trembling at that moment—not from ordinary fear, but from the instinctive tremor of a living creature facing its supreme predator, confronting a power capable of permanently sentencing its soul to annihilation.
“Sharlock, the blood debt of Bo City, the wronged souls of the Ancient Capital... Over the decades, how many unjust cases have you meddled in, how many innocent lives have you slaughtered just to refine Dark Magical Artifacts? This sword strike punishes you on behalf of millions of Divine Land compatriots!”
Lin Feng’s voice boomed like spring thunder amidst a freezing winter, every word carrying a powerful spiritual shockwave that struck directly at the enemy’s mind.
He shouted fiercely, muscles bulging beneath his clothes, and swung both hands downward in a decisive, supremely authoritative posture!
“SLAY—!!”
A roar tore through space! Following Lin Feng’s motion, the massive, ten-zhang-long Eight-Element Divine Sword instantly plunged downward at a speed breaking the sound barrier. The spatial distance between the palace vault and the ground was ripped open into a deep, pitch-black gash due to the overwhelming magical drag.
Sharlock abruptly lifted his grotesque head, his blood-red eyes flashing with extreme panic and untamable reluctance. He knew that if he did not unleash his entire life force and the magical energy accumulated over a millennium to resist, he would truly be reduced to ashes in this world.
“Want to kill me? Do you think it’s that easy?! Dark Magical Armor! Myriad Ghost Shield! Explode for me!!”
Sharlock roared like a cornered, wounded beast. His six bone arms converged straight upward while a dense, purple-black layer of evil magic stone barrier—a hundred times thicker than usual—emerged, wrapping around him inside like a sturdy turtle shell. Thousands of vengeful spirits shrieked within the barrier, extending invisible hands to obstruct the divine sword’s downward descent.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
A heaven-shaking collision erupted!
Yet, Sharlock’s resistance against Lin Feng’s supreme fusion power was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot, an egg striking a boulder. The moment the Eight-Element Divine Sword touched the magic stone barrier, the sturdy defensive system the Red Cardinal had painstakingly built instantly shattered like glass struck by a sledgehammer.
Rip! Rip! Rip!
Sharlock’s six sharp bone arms were severed cleanly like grass before the peerless might of the divine sword. Pitch-black blood spurted out in torrents, mingling with foul, billowing dark Qi.
The eight-colored blade did not pause even for half a beat, carrying a bamboo-splitting momentum as it cleaved vertically from the top of Sharlock’s head straight down to his heels!
“BOOM—! CRASH—! BANG!!”
A deafening explosion echoed throughout the entire underground palace network, causing even the ground above to shake violently like a massive earthquake.
The exact moment the sword sliced through Sharlock’s body, three destructive forces within the eight elemental attributes simultaneously unleashed their most terrifying effects:
First, the Divine Holy Blessing erupted with millions of brilliant rays like a mid-subterranean sun, thoroughly burning away all evil Qi, dark Qi, and filthy curses clinging to Sharlock. Every inch of his stinking flesh evaporated instantly under that pure light.
Second, the Primordial Dragon Flame transformed into fiercely blazing fire lotus flowers, swallowing the Red Cardinal’s entire mutated flesh and blood. Not a single drop of blood or fragment of bone was left with an intact shape.
Third, the Nirvana Thunder Gang wove intertwining purple-black lightning bolts, striking the deepest layer of consciousness and shattering Sharlock’s malicious soul into countless fine fragments, depriving him of any chance at reincarnation or being refined into a ghost monster.
The five-meter-tall mutated body of Red Cardinal Sharlock exploded into tens of thousands of tiny dust particles amidst a desperate, echoing shriek that shook the space. The brilliant light of the explosion reflected upon the shocked yet profoundly satisfied faces of those present.
The decade-long scourge of the Black Vatican in the Divine Land—the mastermind behind countless bloody calamities—had finally been completely and utterly annihilated beneath Lin Feng’s heroic sword strike!
The howling gale gradually subsided. The eight-colored radiance receded, vanishing back into Lin Feng’s body. He slowly descended to the ground, his breathing slightly rapid, yet his posture remained upright and indomitable like a descending war god.
In the distance, Mu Ningxue, Tang Yue, Xie Zhaoyuan, and Professor Zhang finally recovered their wits after the breathtaking ordeal. They looked at the desolate scene before them, where the mighty enemy’s stance had been reduced to a vast expanse of floating ash.
Tang Yue reached out to wipe the sweat from her brow, her gaze fixed on Lin Feng’s retreating figure, brimming with deep reverence and an indescribable sense of safety. She let out a soft sigh of relief, muttering: “It’s over... This demon has finally paid for his crimes.”
Mu Ningxue stepped closer, the icy expression on her face softening into profound concern. She looked at the minor wound on Lin Feng’s arm caused by the energy backlash, and spoke softly: “Lin Feng, are you alright?”
Lin Feng turned his head, smiling gently as he shook his head: “Rest assured, wife, I am fine. The enemy has perished, and the price for what they caused has finally been settled.”
Xie Zhaoyuan let out a long breath, feeling as though the heavy boulder pressing upon his chest for years had finally been lifted. He laughed heartily, his voice echoing through the palace: “Hahaha! Excellent! With Sharlock dead, the Black Vatican in the East has lost a vital arm from now on. The Divine Land can enjoy peace for a long time!”
Professor Zhang nodded in agreement, stroking his beard, which had been ruffled by the magical gale, his eyes full of praise: “Truly, the younger generation is formidable. Young Lin’s fusion power of the eight elemental attributes has truly surpassed humanity’s conventional understanding of magic. This battle will be recorded in history.”
Everyone wore relieved smiles. Having endured countless hardships and brushed past death itself, victory had finally smiled upon the righteous side. They thought this terrifying tribulation had officially come to a close, and they could prepare to leave this ghost-forsaken place to return to the surface and greet the warm sunlight.
Just as the atmosphere overflowed with relief and brief peace...
Crack...
A dry, sharp sound suddenly pierced the silent space of the underground palace. It wasn’t loud, but it felt like a sharp needle piercing everyone’s eardrums, freezing the smiles on their faces instantly.
All gazes snapped simultaneously toward the center of the spiritual-patterned stone platform—where the millennium-old crystal coffin sat undisturbed.
Upon the transparent crystal coffin’s surface, originally carved with ancient sealing arrays, a hair-thin crack now appeared. That crack spread at a dizzying speed, emitting a continuous clicking sound:
Crack... Crack... Crack... Creaaak...
A long, zigzagging fissure ran straight from the top of the coffin down to its base, radiating a bone-chilling dark Qi entirely distinct from Sharlock’s dark Qi moments earlier—this aura was older, more evil, and carried a oppressive might that made the blood within Lin Feng’s body surge with vigilance!
“No... Something even more terrifying is waking up inside there!”
Lin Feng’s expression shifted drastically as he shouted a warning, his hand instinctively tightening around his magical weapon grip, his sharp eyes staring fixedly at the shattering pieces of the coffin before him.