Chapter 135: The Failed Attempt to Kill Chen Feng

Chapter 135: The Failed Attempt to Kill Chen Feng

Overflowing killing intent!

Unrestrained, like a raging storm, surging endlessly like the torrents of a great river.

Chen Feng bore the brunt of it.

Waves of distinct yet equally scorching killing intent assaulted him, locking onto him, chilling him to the bone as if plunged into an icy abyss.

Nine figures encircled Chen Feng.

Each radiated an astonishing aura, far more domineering than the average peak Qi Sea Realm cultivator, ruthlessly crushing toward Chen Feng as if intent on obliterating him on the spot.

Xiahou Ba’s eyes flickered with surprise, yet he watched Chen Feng with keen interest.

"Chen Feng, this place shall be your grave," one of them spoke, his voice icy and merciless.

"Tianyuan Sacred Land truly spares no expense, sending ten Condensing Truth Realm Saint-Grade Divine Trait holders who self-severed their realms to enter this place," Chen Feng remarked, seemingly unfazed by the nine overwhelming waves of killing intent. Instead, he wore a faint smile, utterly composed.

"What?!"

The surrounding crowd paled at his words.

Self-severed realms?

From the Condensing Truth Realm down to the Qi Sea Realm—was this for real?

And ten of them, all peerless geniuses with Saint-Grade Divine Traits? Was Tianyuan Sacred Land’s foundation so profound that they could treat such talents so casually?

The members of the Nangong Clan and Zhenwu Sacred Land nearby were equally stunned.

Even Xiahou Ba’s expression twisted in shock.

Though the Xiahou Clan was immensely powerful with deep reserves, even they couldn’t casually order ten Saint-Grade Divine Trait geniuses to self-sever two realms.

While it was possible to rebuild their cultivation, the time and resources previously invested would be wasted.

Moreover, they might miss crucial opportunities, and there was even a risk of damaging their foundations beyond repair.

In short, under normal circumstances, no one would willingly self-sever their realms.

"How do you know this?" The nine cultivators’ expressions darkened as they demanded.

"Guess…" Chen Feng chuckled.

Their faces stiffened, a sense of foreboding rising from the depths of their hearts.

Ten of them had entered, yet only nine were present. Yet Chen Feng knew there were ten who had self-severed two realms…

The more they thought about it, the more horrifying it became.

Their killing intent intensified, their auras growing even more violent.

"Stop!"

A sharp shout suddenly rang out as a figure approached at astonishing speed.

"Saint Son…"

The nine turned and saw Luo Mingfei closing in. They froze, puzzled as to why the Saint Son would order them to halt.

"Chen Feng, this is where you die," Luo Mingfei declared, ignoring the nine self-severed cultivators. His eyes blazed with unparalleled killing intent, hatred pouring forth unrestrained from his very soul.

The nine suddenly understood—Saint Son Luo wished to kill Chen Feng himself.

That was acceptable.

As long as Chen Feng died, their mission would be complete.

"Perhaps it’ll be yours instead…" Chen Feng replied, still unhurried and unruffled.

A terrifying killing intent erupted from Luo Mingfei as vast, boundless internal energy surged, pressing down on all directions.

Then—a sudden change!

The Divine Light outside the Heavenly Emperor’s Dao Field palace retracted, revealing the entire towering, mountain-like structure in full.

"The Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field has truly opened..."

"Hurry..."

Excited voices rang out as figures burst forth at their utmost speed, charging toward the palace-like mountain peak, each fearing to fall behind.

"I'll spare your life for now. Once I obtain the opportunities within the Dao Field, I’ll kill you."

Luo Mingfei shot a glance at Chen Feng, sneering coldly before flashing away, darting toward the Dao Field palace.

In his mind, competing for the opportunities within the Dao Field was far more important than killing Chen Feng.

If he could obtain the Heavenly Emperor's Inheritance, his chances of proving himself as an Emperor in the future would greatly increase—how could a mere Chen Feng compare to that?

Of course, this didn’t mean he would let Chen Feng go. It was merely a delay, granting him a little more time.

He would still kill him—whether within this Dao Field or the minor world—but one thing was certain: Chen Feng would not leave this minor world alive.

The nine peerless geniuses who had Self-Severed Two Realms also rushed toward the Dao Field palace.

They, too, sought opportunities.

"Fine, then I’ll let you live a little longer." Gazing at their swiftly retreating figures, Chen Feng muttered to himself.

"Senior Brother Chen, let’s go—to the Dao Field!" Xiao Xuanwu immediately urged Chen Feng.

The disciples of the Huntian Sect also surged toward the Dao Field palace. At this moment, even Han Daoling had forgotten the humiliation of being defeated and mocked by Xiahou Ba.

Nothing was more important than seizing opportunities.

Because with opportunities came strength—enough to reclaim everything lost.

From all directions, figures swiftly poured into the palace.

As Chen Feng stepped inside, his body and mind trembled, giving rise to an indescribable, profound sensation.

The vague sense of guidance amplified several times over in an instant.

And it wasn’t just coming from one place.

This meant that within the Dao Field palace, opportunities were abundant.

Chen Feng couldn’t help but take a deep breath, a broad smile spreading across his face. This feeling of homecoming... it was wonderful.

"Junior brothers, I wish you all success in obtaining opportunities." Chen Feng addressed the other Huntian Sect disciples before turning and leaving.

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The Dao Field palace was vast beyond measure, containing countless sub-palaces—one after another—along with courtyards, corridors, rock gardens, and lakes between them.

Entering one such sub-palace, Chen Feng immediately spotted a two-meter-tall pill furnace standing at its center.

The furnace still radiated intense heat, as if it had just finished refining something.

The guiding sensation emanated from within it.

Without hesitation, Chen Feng opened the furnace. A rich, overwhelming medicinal fragrance, accompanied by thick heat, instantly filled the air. The moment he inhaled the scent, his spirit surged, sharpening his mind further.

Inside lay a pill the size of an egg, pure white with golden patterns swirling across its surface.

Mysterious!

As soon as the pill touched his hand, Chen Feng felt his spiritual power ripple in waves.

He tossed it directly into his mouth. A refreshing current erupted, rushing toward his mind, only to be Devoured by the Divine Talisman Of Creation before transforming into a far purer, gentler stream that rapidly spread throughout his sea of consciousness.

In mere moments, Chen Feng sensed his spiritual power multiply several times over.

He closed his eyes.

Spiritual power spread out, allowing Chen Feng to perceive everything within a one-meter radius around him with unparalleled clarity and comprehensiveness.

"To see with closed eyes—this is a feat only achievable in the Divine Wheel Realm..."

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel inwardly astonished.

Cultivation in the Divine Wheel Realm primarily revolves around spiritual power, with its most distinct hallmark being the ability to project spiritual power outward, enveloping one's surroundings to perceive everything with greater depth and clarity.

When spiritual power grows strong enough, one can even wield artifacts with the mind and achieve Artifact Flight.

Chen Feng decided to attempt it.

Focusing his spiritual power, he directed it toward the Zhan Tianyuan Sacred Land Sword. The blade trembled slightly, as if about to leap from its sheath, but ultimately failed due to insufficient strength.

Yet Chen Feng felt no discouragement. Instead, his eyes gleamed with anticipation.

He was still only in the Meridian Forging Realm, yet his spiritual power already far surpassed others at the same level. Once he broke through to the Qi Sea Realm, it would grow even stronger, and upon reaching the Divine Wheel Realm, it would surge dramatically.

Moreover, if he could obtain a single pill within the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field that enhanced spiritual power, there was no reason he couldn't acquire more.

His eyes snapped open, a sharp glint flashing like cold lightning.

For an instant, the void before him seemed illuminated.

At the same time, a figure flashed into the sub-palace, their piercing gaze sweeping swiftly across the scene—first the opened pill furnace, then Chen Feng.

"Chen Feng, hand over the pill, and I'll grant you a swift death."

The icy voice dripped with killing intent, accompanied by an overwhelming, sinister chill. It was none other than one of Tianyuan Sacred Land's Self-Severed Two Realms peerless prodigies.

Chen Feng merely glanced at him before drawing his sword.

"Junior Brother Zhao Rui's Black Lightning Sword!"

The man's pupils involuntarily constricted as he exclaimed in shock.

"Wrong. This sword is named the Zhan Tianyuan Sacred Land Sword!"

With those words, Chen Feng erupted into motion.

Sword Energy Condensation into Aura!

Absolute Sword—Seventh Form!