Chapter 406 Blood Tribulation

Wang Fang was on the brink of madness, completely provoked by Chen Fei’s sarcasm.

This was clearly one of the side effects of absorbing the Fallen God’s power.

Back then, Wang Fang could still maintain his composure in front of Chen Fei, but now, just a few mocking words were enough to send him into a frenzy.

His attacks grew wildly faster—but so did the number of openings.

“Wang Fang! That’s not how you use power! Watch and learn!”

Chen Fei took on the tone of a strict instructor, his expression stern.

He slowly raised his hand.

Despite the storm of attacks before him, his arm snapped forward with precision—

slamming directly into Wang Fang’s throat.

Wang Fang’s eyes bulged.

His body stumbled backward, taking three steps before barely regaining balance.

He opened his mouth—but found he couldn’t speak—his throat had been shattered!

Chen Fei didn’t give him a break.

He dashed in, swung his arm—smack!—Wang Fang’s cheek instantly swelled up.

“See? Now you can die knowing why.”

Chen Fei growled low, his strikes growing faster and faster.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

A rapid series of blows resounded.

Then, with both palms thrusting forward, Wang Fang was once again blasted backward, slamming into the ground.

Pfft!

Wang Fang’s throat twitched.

Relying on his strong physique and regenerative abilities, he just barely healed…

But before he could speak, bloody mist burst from his acupuncture points across his body!

He felt like a deflated balloon.

His gaze toward Chen Fei was full of unwillingness.

“No… it can’t end like this…”

But even before his words fully faded, a red glow burst from within him.

The injuries on his body rapidly closed.

Wiping the blood from his lips, Wang Fang staggered to his feet, eyes locked on Chen Fei.

The Blood Amber Pearl emerged from within him again, this time as a black-eyed serpent, staring coldly at Chen Fei.

Its slender body stiffened, then transformed into a long sword, which Wang Fang gripped tightly.

“Chen Fei!”

Wang Fang growled, hatred seething in his tone.

“I am the true child of destiny!

I opened the Blood Burial Secret Realm!

I allowed the Sacred Sect to walk openly on the Profound Desolation Continent!

I fused with the Fallen God’s power—I carry his bloodline!

I am the strongest!”

“How could I be defeated… by a nameless trash like you?!”

As he raged, the sword formed by the Blood Amber Pearl shimmered menacingly.

Chen Fei just sneered and shook his head.

“So you opened the Blood Burial Realm.

Big deal. All you did was sacrifice countless innocent lives—

made them your offering.”

“Because of you, countless ordinary people were drained of their blood and turned into feed.

And you dare boast about it?”

Scenes from the Cage Dream resurfaced in Chen Fei’s mind.

Those cold, emotionless immortals treating human life like dirt.

Those so-called righteous cultivators sat high above, indifferent.

But evil cultivators were worse—they saw humans as resources, as if that were natural.

The Blood Burial Realm’s activation had given them free rein to slaughter without restraint.

“All for your benefit… and you brag about it?”

Chen Fei’s fury surged.

He wasn’t some saint.

He didn’t believe in universal equality.

But what he despised most were cultivators who had no empathy for the world of men.

“Peace for ten thousand years? I can’t promise that.”

He gently reached out.

The Edge-less Greatsword appeared in his grip.

“But injustice in front of me? I’ll cut it down.”

“Ha! There’s too much injustice in this world! You think you can stop it?”

Wang Fang sneered.

“I can’t stop it all,”

Chen Fei replied,

“But what appears in my path… I won’t let it go.”

With that, he attacked first.

“Heaven Shatter!”

“Wrath of the Fallen God!”

They roared at the same time.

Chen Fei’s greatsword unleashed a massive sword beam that tore through the heavens.

A beam of light from the Law Palace responded, merging into the sword beam.

Wang Fang’s blood sword was also no joke—this was a true spirit treasure, now fueled by Fallen God’s power.

The sword emitted a dark red glow filled with corrosive force.

But when the two forces clashed—

the corrosive power failed!

Instead of weakening the sword beam, it only made it stronger!

“What?!”

Wang Fang’s pupils shrank in shock as his sword beam shattered.

The massive sword beam tore through him—

his demonic wings were sliced off, crashing to the ground,

and his body began splitting apart.

Just as his body fell, the Blood Amber Pearl turned into a red flash and fled.

Chen Fei smirked.

“Wang Fang, I told you—you don’t get a second chance this time.”

The red light was intercepted by the sword energy.

Wang Fang’s primordial soul was forced out, dim and barely holding together—on the verge of being blown apart.

Fallen God power was not easy to control.

It burned his soul for every use.

With his body destroyed, his weakness was fully exposed.

“The usual deal! I’ll give you a treasure!”

Wang Fang gasped desperately.

But Chen Fei just shook his head.

“Once, twice… there is no third time.

I’ve given you enough chances—you never cherished them.”

“Chen Fei! You—! You can’t do this!”

Wang Fang’s eyes widened in fear.

Chen Fei said nothing more.

He raised his hand and aimed at Wang Fang’s soul.

The Void Heaven Cauldron emerged.

That indescribable terror from the cauldron made Wang Fang’s soul tremble.

“No! Don’t kill me!

There’s a huge secret in the Blood Burial Realm!

A catastrophe is brewing in Northern Desolation!

If you let me live—I can help you uncover the truth!”

“Sorry. Not interested.”

Chen Fei’s cold voice sealed his fate.

The Void Heaven Cauldron swallowed Wang Fang’s soul whole.

Moments later, his soul was completely devoured, converted into pure spiritual essence and absorbed into Chen Fei’s mind.

Unfortunately, his soul had been too weak—the gain was minimal.

Spirit treasures like the Blood Amber Pearl were so powerful because they had their own will.

Now that Wang Fang’s soul had perished,

the Blood Amber Pearl reverted to its snake form and darted away across the ground.

“Trying to run?”

Chen Fei sneered.

“Come back here!”

Just as he moved to capture it, a sharp force slashed out, blocking his path.

But Chen Fei had already anticipated the ambush.

He dodged with a flash, arriving directly in front of the serpent.

His hand shot out—grabbing its throat—right at the seven-inch weak point.

Then, without hesitation, he stuffed it into the Void Heaven Cauldron for suppression.

The entire action was fluid, seamless.

Only after it was done did Chen Fei finally turn to face the one who had interfered.