Chapter 105: All-Out Assault

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The six First-Grade True Spirit Masters of Qinling launched their attack. Even when they didn’t consume Blood Qi Spirit Pills, their strength was formidable, let alone now, when they were at their peak.
The eldest senior brother moved like a hunting beast descending the mountain. His martial soul and martial techniques blended seamlessly, turning him into a cannonball, surging forward with violent momentum.
The second senior brother’s martial soul was a lynx, swift as lightning. His afterimages layered over each other, making his movements even harder to track than the sixth senior brother’s.
The third senior brother possessed a mole as his martial soul, surrounded by dense fog. Hidden within the mist, peculiar crackling sounds echoed. Through his Spirit Cat’s perception, Chen Fei realized that the noise came from a special spiritual weapon, capable of unleashing an invisible spiritual shock to disrupt one’s thoughts.
The fourth senior brother was even more fearsome—his martial soul was a soaring eagle. When combined with his martial techniques, he resembled a spirit of the sky, hovering above, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
The fifth senior brother’s martial soul was a spider, and his spiritual energy transformed into a shroud of black poison mist.
The sixth senior brother’s serpent-like martial soul emitted eerie hissing sounds as he coordinated his attack.
Chen Fei furrowed his brows, gripping the Hao Ying Sword tightly. Facing the six True Spirit Masters, he showed no fear. Ignoring their assault, he charged toward the Qinling disciples in the Transformation Realm.
Roar!
A deafening tiger’s roar shook the battlefield.
The eldest senior brother struck first. His spiritual energy roared like a storm, solidifying the air even while he was still meters away. The violent wind slashed like blades.
Chen Fei swung his sword in a horizontal slash.
Boom!
A numbing force surged through his arm, and the ground beneath his feet sank. A deep pit formed as the earth cracked.
Meanwhile, the Qinling eldest senior brother was sent flying, his blood surging chaotically. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood trickled from the corner of his lips.
Before Chen Fei could steady himself, the fourth senior brother dove down like an eagle hunting its prey. His explosive spiritual power struck like a bolt of lightning, aiming directly at Chen Fei’s head.
Under his Spirit Cat’s perception, Chen Fei caught the movement precisely.
Although he hadn’t fully regained his balance, he still managed to thrust his sword upward.
Boom!
Another thunderous impact sent ripples of spiritual energy surging through the air, kicking up clouds of dust.
Chen Fei’s footing sank further into the ground, widening the fractures in the earth.
Amidst the dust, his blood surged wildly within him. The precise coordination of his opponents’ attacks pressed him hard, forcing him to exert himself beyond his limits.
On the other hand, the fourth senior brother was utterly shaken. He had personally experienced the terrifying power of Chen Fei’s sword. This was a strike from someone whose strength should have been drained—yet it still surpassed his full-force attack after consuming a Blood Qi Spirit Pill.
“How can his spiritual power be so dominant?”
“Did he take some kind of spirit pill?”
The fourth senior brother staggered backward, his arm numb. Blood dripped from the webbing between his fingers.
As he retreated, the third senior brother’s misty figure faded into the dust.
Invisible sound waves, like countless silver needles, pierced toward Chen Fei’s mind.
At the same time, the fourth senior brother swung his bizarre weapon—a metallic cudgel—down toward Chen Fei’s head.
Their perfect coordination left Chen Fei no room to breathe, pushing him into a relentless storm of attacks.
“Die!”
The third senior brother was confident. This was the weakest moment for Chen Fei—his mind shaken by the sound waves, his strength fading. If the cudgel landed squarely, it wouldn’t just shatter his protective energy barrier but also crush his skull.
Yet, to his shock, Chen Fei remained unaffected by the sound waves. His sword swung once again.
Boom!
Another clash sent the third senior brother flying.
Chen Fei, however, wasn’t unscathed. His legs sank deep into the ground, nearly reaching his knees. Cracks spread nearly a hundred meters outward.
“You really think you can gang up on me and win?” Chen Fei’s eyes darkened as he realized he couldn’t shake them off. The Eighteen Constellations Formation was ineffective against them. A cold killing intent rose in his heart.
When the second senior brother transformed into a lynx and pounced toward his legs with twin blades, Chen Fei was enraged.
His opponent’s movements were lightning-fast. His phantom-like form made it impossible to lock onto his true position, even with the Spirit Cat’s perception.
The twin blades struck from unpredictable angles. Even if Chen Fei blocked one, the other would still land.
Meanwhile, the fifth senior brother was already preparing for a follow-up attack. The moment the second senior brother succeeded—severing even one of Chen Fei’s legs—he would strike the killing blow.
Poison mist mixed with dust, creeping closer.
The sixth senior brother slithered in the distance, waiting for the final moment to strike.
Six elite disciples of Qinling worked together, launching wave after wave of relentless attacks. If Chen Fei showed even the slightest weakness, they would exploit it ruthlessly, magnifying the flaw until they could take his life.
However, they didn’t realize that Chen Fei was already beyond furious.
At first, he had refrained from using his Spirit Arts, unwilling to expose all his trump cards.
Possessing treasure invited disaster, but a talent that shone too brightly was also a curse.
Yet the overwhelming pressure from the six Qinling prodigies left him no choice.
With his current peak Ninth-Grade Transformation Realm strength, if he didn’t use his Spirit Arts, they might actually wear down his defenses and destroy him.
So, as the second senior brother’s countless mirage-like forms closed in, his twin blades gleaming with lethal intent—Chen Fei decided to stop holding back.
“Spirit Control Art!”
With a single thought, two massive torrents of mental energy erupted from Chen Fei’s consciousness like twin wells overflowing.
Under the guidance of his spell, they surged into the Void Heaven Cauldron within him.
Hum!
The cauldron let out a deep resonance. The unleashed spiritual energy seemed to undergo a transformation, growing even more potent as it fused with his own power.
The Spirit Control Art greatly amplified the destructive force of spiritual energy and granted him unparalleled control over it.
Its greatest advantage was allowing spiritual energy to take form as if it had its own consciousness. Even without the Hao Ying Sword, it could unleash terrifying power.
In an instant, a blinding surge of sword light erupted from Chen Fei, spreading out in all directions like a tidal wave.
The second senior brother, who was mere inches away, had no time to react.
He was instantly swallowed by countless sword lights.