Chapter 414 Striking First

Among everyone present, the Daoist boy was probably the most calm and composed.

Before coming to the Ghost King Hall, he had specifically divined a hexagram for Chen Fei—not because he could predict his own fate (he couldn’t), but by reading Chen Fei’s fate, he could infer a thing or two.

At that time, the reading showed that Chen Fei would face danger, but not death.

So he wasn’t worried in the slightest.

“Heh, who would’ve thought Chen Fei was such trash? I was planning to have him buried with Jiuyao!” Fan Chen sneered coldly outside, his tone full of mockery.

Jiuyao had ultimately failed to escape from the Yin Gate. The main reason was the drain on his strength, which caused him to lose control of his spirit in the Cold Flame and die completely.

Fan Chen, naturally, placed the blame on Chen Fei—even if only to vent his own frustration and bitterness.

Xing Zheng gave Fan Chen a brief glance but said nothing. Instead, he focused on absorbing energy and solidifying his foundation.

The Ghost King Hall truly lived up to its name.

As long as one could walk out alive, the gains from this trip were incredible!

No wonder those who managed to exit the Ghost King Hall often reached the peak of the Heavenly Dao Realm.

The transformation it brought was absolute and all-encompassing.

Ji Wugou turned her head and glanced at the Nine-Turn Channel, her expression filled with disdain.

“Forget it. Not worth arguing with a dead man.

If only he had listened to me—he wouldn’t have died in there.”

She turned around and started walking out.

Yin Tianfeng took a deep breath and stood up, his gaze full of unwillingness as he stared at the Nine-Turn Channel.

“Heh… that bastard really died here?

Once I get out, I’ll kill everyone connected to you, just to ease my rage!”

The Daoist boy turned his head and said lightly,

“Chen Fei is my junior brother.

Why don’t you try killing me first?”

Yin Tianfeng’s eyes turned icy cold.

“You think I wouldn’t dare?”

Just as he spoke, a cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out:

“Seems like you all really care about me, huh?

I’m honestly flattered.”

Ji Wugou, just about to step out, froze mid-step.

Surprise flashed across her face as she turned back toward the Golden Flame Water.

“Chen Fei?”

Fan Chen also jumped up in shock.

“He’s not dead?!”

Yin Tianfeng turned slowly toward the water.

“What? Still playing games at a time like this?”

“Playing games?” Chen Fei chuckled, and the Golden Flame Water suddenly roared and surged, as his figure slowly rose from within.

The moment he appeared, everyone’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Even before, Chen Fei had been notably handsome.

But now, he had undergone a complete transformation—his skin smooth and radiant, as if it had been nourished by water for years.

But that “water” was no ordinary water—Golden Flame Water was pure fire in essence, a blazing energy of terrifying temperature.

Yet his face looked moist and refreshed?

Even more astonishing, the Golden Flame Water had restored his previously excavated root bone.

His Three-Eyed Spirit Pupil had returned—and even evolved.

No longer the original spirit eye, his gaze now radiated with the power of Yin-Yang Twin Pupils, a much more mysterious and captivating force.

His eyes drew attention almost magnetically.

Chen Fei slowly raised his head to look at Yin Tianfeng.

“Didn’t you just say… you were going to kill everyone connected to me?”

“What? Scared?” Yin Tianfeng narrowed his eyes and stared back.

Chen Fei smiled.

“How courageous of you.”

In the next instant, he appeared right in front of Yin Tianfeng.

Yin Tianfeng had been prepared.

He raised his fist, colliding directly with Chen Fei’s in mid-air—producing a sharp snap sound.

He was surprised.

Yin Tianfeng was already half a step into the Earth Dao Realm, his power and internal energy having reached a formidable threshold.

With his special cultivation technique, he should have completely overpowered Chen Fei.

Yet to his surprise, they were evenly matched in that strike!

In terms of raw power, Chen Fei even seemed to hold the upper hand!

“Interesting… This is getting very interesting.”

Yin Tianfeng said it aloud, but his eyes were anything but amused—they were dark and murderous.

Chen Fei said nothing more and attacked again.

Yin Tianfeng blocked the strike casually—only to suddenly change techniques mid-move.

The technique was so familiar that Chen Fei froze briefly.

In the next moment, Yin Tianfeng’s arm shot past Chen Fei’s and struck his chest, sending him flying backward.

Chen Fei stared at him in astonishment.

Yin Tianfeng laughed:

“Just about time.

Chen Fei—how’s it feel being hit by your own technique?”

The reason Chen Fei hadn’t dodged was because the move Yin Tianfeng had used was one of his own signature techniques!

Chen Fei patted his chest as if brushing off dust.

“Interesting. Very interesting indeed.”

Then, he attacked once more.

This time, he used techniques he hadn’t used earlier, wanting to test whether Yin Tianfeng could still mimic them.

As their clash grew faster and more intense, Chen Fei was again forced back.

He looked at Yin Tianfeng in shock.

Yin Tianfeng, smug, stared at him.

“What’s wrong? Want to go another round?”

From the sidelines, Ji Wugou coldly snorted.

“You’d better be careful.

He’s using the Formless Technique.

As long as he makes contact with your energy, he can copy it. He’s very troublesome to deal with.

Why else do you think I always used artifacts against him?”

Everyone around was technically a rival.

But hearing Ji Wugou’s warning, the expressions of the others subtly changed.

They became more cautious of Yin Tianfeng.

Ji Wugou might be arrogant, but her status and background gave her that right.

If even she was wary of this technique, then it was far more dangerous than mere mimicry.

Almost as if responding to her words, Yin Tianfeng raised his hand—and a dark shadow sword hovered before him.

Chen Fei’s brows furrowed.

That sword control technique—he knew it far too well.

Yin Tianfeng’s movements, expression, and the way he handled his energy—it was all identical to his own.

Yin Tianfeng looked proud, twirling the dark shadow sword in his hand with practiced familiarity—exactly the way Chen Fei often interacted with his No-Edge Giant Sword.

It was downright uncanny—standing in front of Yin Tianfeng felt like looking into a mirror.

…Well, a very ugly mirror.

Yin Tianfeng’s sinister look couldn’t compare to Chen Fei’s sunshine-like charm.

“And of course, there’s more!” Yin Tianfeng continued.

He flicked his fingers, and a flame emerged.

But he quickly frowned, unsatisfied with its intensity.

Chen Fei, seeing that, immediately understood.

“Why stop?” he asked with a grin.

Yin Tianfeng frowned deeply, staring at Chen Fei with undisguised greed in his eyes.

“So I was right…

You’re hiding something extraordinary on your body.”

Chen Fei didn’t bother denying the existence of the Void Heaven Cauldron.

In fact, many who had known him early on were well aware of his secrets.

After all, he could cultivate without a dantian—a fact that was bizarre enough by itself.