Chapter 267: Forced to the Edge

The forceful burst of energy disrupted Liu Shan’s attack rhythm.

The massive sea of demonic flames that had condensed mid-air instantly shattered, and a dense cloud of devilish black mist erupted around Liu Shan, wrapping tightly around him.

“Pfft!”

Wang Feng was the first to falter, spitting out a mouthful of clotted blood.

Wiping it away, his gaze never left Liu Shan—not even for a moment.

That had been his strongest offensive move—using his agile movement technique to engrave a Shatter Armor Rune on Liu Shan’s armor. Then, he boosted the effect with a secret technique.

Now, all he could do was wait—wait for the demonic mist to disperse!

The chaotic battlefield suddenly grew silent.

Just as Wang Feng thought things were turning, the black mist twisted violently, and a sharp aura shot out from within it.

He saw it—but his body felt incomparably heavy.

He could only watch as the piercing strike landed directly on his chest!

A long spear pierced straight through Wang Feng, nailing him to the ground.

“Heh… Wang Feng, so weak after all,” Liu Shan sneered, stepping out of the mist with a wicked grin.

The outcome Wang Feng had hoped for never arrived.

His desperate, all-out attack hadn’t seemed to affect Liu Shan at all.

Wang Feng fell into utter despair.

“You really have guts, Liu Shan,” he spat, breathing heavily. “Betraying the sect… plunging the realm into chaos. You think you’ll get away with it? When Junior Brother Chen sees you again—that will be the day you die!”

“Chen Fei?” Liu Shan scoffed, eyes filled with contempt.

“If you’re placing your hopes on him avenging you, I’m afraid… you’ll be disappointed.”

Liu Shan’s expression turned smug.

Wang Feng’s pupils shrank sharply. “What do you mean?!”

“What do I mean?” Liu Shan grinned playfully. “Inside Lin Nan City, Chen Fei has already been killed by us! Surprised? Shocked? Hahaha!”

He burst out laughing, reveling in Wang Feng’s stunned expression. His twisted sense of satisfaction reached a peak.

“Tsk tsk… You can eat nonsense, but don’t talk nonsense.”

A mocking voice rang out.

Wang Feng turned his head in disbelief. When he saw it truly was Chen Fei, his eyes lit up.

“Junior Brother Chen!”

Chen Fei had been some distance away when he recognized Wang Feng and rushed over.

But now… he was clearly too late.

Wang Feng had already taken the Severance Pill.

“Senior Brother Wang… you…” Chen Fei’s voice faltered.

But Wang Feng just smiled.

Though he looked vigorous, his life force was rapidly fading—especially after seeing Chen Fei, the tension in his heart unraveled, and the Severance Pill’s effects began to wear off.

“Don’t be sad,” Wang Feng said freely. “Junior Brother Chen… I know you hate trouble, but those who followed me into this place… If there’s a chance, save a few of them. Build some good karma.”

Chen Fei didn’t respond to his words.

Instead, he quickly stepped up to him.

The long spear had pierced straight through Wang Feng’s body.

Chen Fei gripped the shaft. As he did, the demonic energy surged to resist him.

But Chen Fei’s eyes grew cold and ruthless.

“You dare to act up with this low-grade devil arts?”

With a slight flick of his wrist, he pulled the spear out and tossed it aside.

Supporting Wang Feng gently, he laid him flat on the ground.

Wang Feng struggled to sit cross-legged.

“Forget about me. Kill him—that alone will rid Tianqing Holy Land of a scourge.”

Seeing Chen Fei’s worried expression, Wang Feng smiled.

“Relax. I’ll hold on long enough… to see this trash die with my own eyes!”

Chen Fei stood and looked coldly at Liu Shan.

Liu Shan’s face twisted in surprise.

“Chen Fei—you’re still alive?! That really is unexpected.”

“There’s a lot more waiting to surprise you,” Chen Fei replied icily.

Liu Shan hated seeing that calm, superior expression on Chen Fei’s face—it made him feel utterly humiliated.

“Bastard! You arrogant little freak… You have no idea how strong I’ve become!”

He roared, infuriated, and slashed toward Chen Fei with his black-flame-coated spear.

Chen Fei stepped lightly aside, narrowing his eyes at the dense demonic aura surrounding Liu Shan.

Instead of using familiar techniques, he activated the Thunder Sigil.

“Thunder Palm—Break!”

He wasn’t sure if it would work—but according to the sigil’s feedback, lightning should counteract evil energies.

If so, it might restrain demonic energy too.

A flash of lightning streaked through the air, followed by a thunderous boom.

A bolt of pure light descended from the heavens, striking Liu Shan squarely in the forehead.

Liu Shan was sent flying. Encased in his rounded demonic armor, he tumbled across the ground like a ball.

Even Chen Fei was shocked by the power of the move.

“Just Thunder Palm… It didn’t even sound like a high-grade spell, yet the effect was monstrous! Could this be the power of ancient immortal arts?!”

Wang Feng had always believed in Chen Fei’s strength.

But when he saw him strike Liu Shan with lightning and send him flying, even he was stunned.

“Junior Brother Chen… you gained ancient immortal arts? And they control lightning?! With this kind of technique, your future is limitless,” Wang Feng muttered in awe.

Pride had always been part of Wang Feng’s nature.

But now… he couldn’t help but smile wryly.

His pride was completely meaningless in front of Chen Fei—they were already on different levels.

Liu Shan had truly been stunned by the lightning strike.

After rolling a few times, he shook his dizzy head and looked up at Chen Fei.

He leapt to his feet—but staggered.

The once-flawless demonic armor that encased him—his left leg was exposed, the armor shattered!

Staring at his injured leg, Liu Shan looked up at Chen Fei in disbelief.

“You… actually hurt me?!”

Chen Fei smiled.

The ancient immortal technique truly lived up to its name.

Combined with the Thunder Sigil, this simple Thunder Palm had shocked him with its effectiveness.

“Don’t worry,” Chen Fei said solemnly, “I’ll let you clearly watch how the lightning strips your turtle-shell armor away—piece by piece.”

He pointed at Liu Shan.

“Lightning Summon—Strike!”

With his words, a thick bolt of lightning as wide as a bowl struck Liu Shan square in the forehead—again.

The accuracy was uncanny—a perfect repeat of the Thunder Palm strike.

Liu Shan didn’t even have time to react. He was blasted backward again.

As he hit the ground, another bolt followed close behind.

“Trash! What are you all standing around for? Stop him!” Liu Shan roared in panic, furious that he was being completely overwhelmed.

The surrounding demonic cultivators were finally shaken from their stupor.

They turned to Chen Fei.

But none of them made a move.

They practiced evil arts, true—but they weren’t fools.

Chen Fei was terrifying. Could they really stop him?