Chapter 138: Divine Vein Dharma Form – A Thriving Leek

Chapter 138: Divine Vein Dharma Form – A Thriving Leek

The divine palm of Tianyuan suppressed all.

Chen Feng’s figure flickered, effortlessly breaking free from the opponent’s palm strike’s qi lock.

Draw the sword!

In an instant, sword energy condensed into aura, and the full power of the Major Completion of the Meridian Forging Realm erupted, starlight flickering like scattered sparks.

The power of the Eighth Layer Huntian Sword Body also surged forth.

A flash of sword light blazed brilliantly, as if seizing all radiance, unleashing a terrifying storm-like howl as it slashed out violently.

Heavenly Wind Annihilating Slash!

A sword technique created by fusing the Three Ultimate Swords of Heavenly Wind, refined by Chen Feng time and again, its power growing increasingly formidable. It had now preliminarily reached the level of a Supreme-grade Sword Technique, its might unparalleled, comparable to the Second Form of the Juejian Sword Art.

With one sword strike, it shocked all sides.

The sword and palm collided in an instant, pausing briefly before the sword light shattered inch by inch, transforming into countless fragmented starlight that scattered in all directions, dazzlingly magnificent.

The overwhelming, tyrannical palm strike was also split apart, forced to either side before rapidly dispersing, stirring up a storm of turbulent air.

The Tianyuan Saint frowned instinctively, sensing something amiss.

Hadn’t Xiahou Ba claimed that Chen Feng could withstand his full-power strike without retreating?

Hadn’t he said Chen Feng’s strength was incomparable to that palm strike exchanged between him and Xiahou Ba earlier?

Could it be that Xiahou Ba had deceived him?

But… there seemed to be no reason for that.

There was no time to dwell on it—the arrow was already on the bowstring, and he had no choice but to shoot.

Luo Mingfei’s eyes narrowed as he unleashed another palm strike, its force seemingly even stronger than before.

Chen Feng’s figure flickered, illusions multiplying, making it impossible to distinguish reality from falsehood. One after another, the illusions were crushed and obliterated under the terrifying might of the palm strike.

A figure suddenly appeared behind Luo Mingfei.

Deadly Chain Sword!

A barrage of bizarre, cunning, yet incomparably sharp sword lights poured forth, dense and endless, enveloping Luo Mingfei entirely. Each strike targeted his weak points.

This move was the culmination of Chen Feng’s mastery of the Top-grade Sword Technique, Eight Lethal Strikes, refined into a single sword technique.

Similarly, it had ascended to the level of a Supreme-grade Sword Technique, each strike equivalent in power to the First Form of the Juejian Sword Art.

Of course, neither the Heavenly Wind Annihilating Slash nor the Deadly Chain Sword could match the Juejian Thirteen Swords in terms of power and potential.

But their significance was immense—they marked Chen Feng’s deepening accumulation in sword techniques, gradually paving his way toward creating his own sword arts, placing him far ahead of many of his peers.

Luo Mingfei’s expression changed drastically as he felt himself enveloped by terrifyingly sharp sword light.

A sensation of being pierced through permeated his entire body.

Chilling dread!

Yet Luo Mingfei reacted with astonishing speed, immediately turning and thrusting both palms forward.

A deafening roar shook heaven and earth as palm force surged like a raging tide, blocking the incoming sword light from Chen Feng.

The sword light was peerlessly sharp, its edge extreme, its angles bizarre and cunning. Sword energy condensed into aura, its power highly concentrated, piercing through the overwhelming palm force and thrusting toward Luo Mingfei.

Divine light flickered around Luo Mingfei’s body, blocking the Deadly Chain Sword for a brief moment before he hastily retreated.

His expression was grave to the extreme.

Luo Mingfei suddenly felt as though Xiahou Ba had tricked him.

Xiahou Ba sneezed involuntarily, baffled, but his eyes narrowed sharply as they locked onto Chen Feng.

"His strength... seems to have grown even stronger..."

Despite still being at the Meridian Forging Realm with no change in aura, the power of his swordplay had become even more formidable. For a moment, Xiahou Ba felt the pressure in his heart surge dramatically.

"Chen Feng, your strength truly exceeds my expectations," Luo Mingfei's eyes narrowed as he spoke for the first time, his tone carrying a trace of gravity. "I hadn’t planned to reveal this technique, but since it’s come to this, I’ll use it to send you on your way."

As his words fell, Luo Mingfei shuddered, his robes billowing. An overwhelmingly powerful aura erupted from him once more, soaring into the heavens and shaking the very fabric of the world.

It was as if a Dao Chant reverberated, filling the surroundings with profound resonance. Faint, ethereal runes materialized out of thin air, swirling around him before a massive beam of light emerged behind Luo Mingfei.

The beam was as thick as a meter, coiling like a dragon as it rose from the ground, piercing straight into the sky. The faint runes encircled the dragon-like radiance, enhancing its brilliance and awe-inspiring presence. The boundless, overwhelming pressure filled every direction, oppressive and terrifying.

Even those watching from a distance paled at the sheer might of it.

Xiahou Ba’s eyes instinctively narrowed, his fists clenching as an expression of disbelief surfaced. He had to admit—he had underestimated Luo Mingfei before. He never expected this man to still be hiding such a technique.

"This is..."

Chen Feng felt the terrifying pressure bearing down on him, as if a mountain were pressing against his body, making it difficult to move. He couldn’t help but feel a flicker of shock.

"This is the divine phantom of the Boundless Divine Veins... Divine Veins Piercing Heaven!"

The massive, dragon-like radiance made Luo Mingfei appear like a divine descendant descended from the heavens. He levitated three feet above the ground, looking down at Chen Feng with a gaze full of arrogance.

"To actually cultivate a divine phantom... truly extraordinary..."

Chen Feng mused silently.

Ever since learning about divine phantoms, Chen Feng had deliberately sought to understand them. Only the most elite Saint-Grade Divine Traits and God-Grade Divine Traits could cultivate such a manifestation.

Under normal circumstances, a Divine Trait Bearer would only be able to develop a divine phantom upon reaching the Condensing Truth Realm, when their Divine Trait Potential had been honed to an astonishing degree. Some of the more exceptional individuals could achieve it at the Divine Wheel Realm.

In essence, cultivating a divine phantom required immense spiritual power to control.

For someone below the Divine Wheel Realm to manifest a divine phantom—even just an initial form—was already an extraordinary feat.

What others didn’t know, however, was that the Boundless Divine Veins themselves had unique advantages in cultivating divine phantoms. Combined with the opportunities Luo Mingfei had obtained within the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field, his ability to manifest one so early was only natural.

Even so, Ling Zhan, Nangong Chen, and the others were deeply shaken.

An indescribable sense of oppression spread through their hearts.

Their cultivation had only reached the Qi Sea Realm, not even its peak, already lagging behind Luo Mingfei. Now, witnessing him unleash a divine phantom firsthand, they found it hard to accept.

"To cultivate a divine phantom... Good... Very good..."

Amidst his surprise, Chen Feng couldn't help but break into a genuine smile.

Luo Mingfei was the Saint Son of the Tianyuan Sacred Land, possessing the God-Grade Divine Trait—Boundless Divine Veins. So far, Chen Feng had never slain a prodigy with a God-Grade Divine Trait, nor had the Divine Talisman Of Creation ever tasted the power of such a divine trait.

A God-Grade Divine Trait wielder who had just begun cultivating a divine phantom undoubtedly had a high degree of development.

If he were to Devour it, what kind of benefits would he gain?

The mere thought excited Chen Feng.

His gaze locked onto Luo Mingfei, who now seemed like a plump, verdant leek, ripe for the harvest.

Chen Feng's stare sent an inexplicable chill down Luo Mingfei's spine, stirring an instinctive discomfort.

Since that was the case, he would simply crush Chen Feng here and now.

After all, though he had just begun cultivating the divine phantom and the Divine Veins Piercing Heaven technique, his current cultivation level limited how long he could sustain it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have to reserve it as a trump card.

From his elevated position, Luo Mingfei slowly raised a palm. The illusory runes swirling around his Divine Veins Piercing Heaven descended, accompanied by the resonant echoes of Dao Chants that filled the air. His already overwhelming aura surged once more. Divine Light radiated as boundless power gathered in his palm.

In the blink of an eye, a palm imprint, a meter in size and as solid as reality, materialized and blasted toward Chen Feng.

The terrifying pressure struck first, causing Chen Feng’s figure to sway slightly as if he were about to be crushed. Around the palm imprint, countless spatial ripples erupted, unleashing a tsunami-like force that swept outward like a raging tempest.

In the distance, those with weaker cultivation and lesser strength were sent stumbling back, their power nearly scattering.

Even the likes of Han Daoling, Nangong Chen, Ling Zhan, and Xiahou Ba wore expressions of extreme solemnity.

Gazing at the terrifying palm imprint, Chen Feng steadied his breath and unleashed his full power without reservation.

Sword Energy Condensation into Aura!

Absolute Sword... Eighth Form!

A brilliant flash of sword light erupted, severing heaven, earth, and all existence in its path.

The world itself seemed split into two distinct halves.

Watching that sword strike, Xiahou Ba’s pupils constricted to pinpoints.

This was the very move that had defeated and wounded him before—yet now, it felt even stronger.

Unbeknownst to him, Chen Feng’s swordplay was improving with every passing moment. Though it was still the Eighth Form, it had reached perfection. Moreover, after Devouring numerous divine traits, his foundation and strength had grown several times stronger than before.

Xiahou Ba knew that if he were to endure this strike again, his injuries would be far worse than last time. His dread of Chen Feng deepened.

The realm of Sword Energy Condensation into Aura represented the ultimate refinement of one’s strength and sword energy, condensed to its absolute limit.

With a single slash, the massive, seemingly indestructible palm imprint was cleaved in two.

Yet, the power behind that palm imprint was equally formidable. The moment it split apart, it shattered the sword light as well.

Chen Feng lunged forward, his figure blurring into overlapping afterimages, swift as a gale. Like a Dragon soaring through the heavens, his movements were fluid and lightning-fast. Merging with his sword, his edge became peerlessly sharp. In an instant, he closed the gap of several dozen meters, appearing right before Luo Mingfei.

A killing strike!

Absolute Sword... Eighth Form!

Luo Mingfei never expected that someone at the mere Meridian Forging Realm could move so swiftly, surpassing even some at the Peak of the Qi Sea Realm. His pupils contracted as he unleashed another palm strike. Despite not gathering momentum, the force of this strike was overwhelmingly powerful, crashing down like a towering mountain.

The sword light sliced through everything, splitting the palm imprint apart. Though weakened, the sword light continued its trajectory, slashing toward Luo Mingfei. The Divine Light enveloping his body was instantly torn apart, and he was sent flying several meters backward.

This scene left the onlookers utterly stunned.

Luo Mingfei, who had cultivated a divine phantom and held a cultivation realm a full major stage above Chen Feng, had actually been forced into retreat and placed at a disadvantage.

Even Luo Mingfei himself was bewildered.

Could it be… that his Peak of the Qi Sea Realm was fake?

Could it be… that the divine phantom he had painstakingly cultivated was also an illusion?

A chill ran down his spine as an overwhelmingly terrifying sword light bloomed before his eyes, closing the distance in an instant and slashing toward him.

Luo Mingfei’s expression twisted in alarm as he hastily channeled his immense power into both palms, thrusting them forward.

Under the influence of his divine phantom, even an ordinary strike carried tremendous force.

Yet, the sword cleaved through his dual-palm strike effortlessly. The sword light once again tore through his protective Divine Light, sending him flying over a dozen meters. A deep gash split open his chest, blood pouring out, while the divine phantom behind him flickered violently, on the verge of collapsing.

His face contorted with fury as he shot Chen Feng a hateful glare. Without hesitation, he turned and activated a secret technique.

As his divine phantom shattered into countless motes of light that enveloped him, his speed skyrocketed several times over. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from sight.

"He fled quite fast," Chen Feng remarked, making no move to pursue. The speed was simply too great to catch up with. Instead, he smiled faintly.

"I hope this leek of mine proves resilient. Before we leave the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Field's Small World, may you grow even stronger and sturdier…"