Chapter 61: Battle at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm

Chapter 61: Battle at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm

The black spear tore through the air, sending shockwaves rippling backward.

With a single thrust, it seemed to carve a Vacuum Trace, unstoppable and indestructible.

Chen Feng's expression remained unchanged, though a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. He could sense that the power behind this spear strike was far greater than it had been months ago—at least twice as strong.

To achieve such improvement in just a few months was undoubtedly astonishing.

Retreat!

Again and again, he retreated!

Li Wuji's eyes burned with Black Flame as he locked onto Chen Feng, his spear thrusting forward relentlessly, chasing him like a shadow.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Feng had retreated over a dozen meters.

As Li Wuji's spear momentum waned, the moment his feet touched the ground, he erupted with power, leaping back into the air, soaring over ten meters high. His body became enveloped in endless Black Flame, resembling a miniature black sun, radiating increasingly terrifying heat.

A deafening roar erupted!

The surrounding air shattered under the force.

Li Wuji's aura locked onto Chen Feng once more as he twisted midair, thrusting his spear downward from above.

Like a falling meteor!

The force behind this strike was even more overwhelming than the last.

Lan Junhe and Zhao Kuang were now over thirty meters away from Chen Feng. Even with Lan Junhe's status as a peerless genius at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, bridging that gap would take a moment.

Staring at Li Wuji's descending figure and sensing the razor-sharp killing intent, Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing like a star.

The enmity between Tianyuan Sacred Land and the Huntian Sect ran deep. Ever since the Huntian Sect's decline, Tianyuan Sacred Land had seized every opportunity to suppress them, sending peerless geniuses year after year to challenge and crush their morale.

They had even allied with other first-class powers to target the Huntian Sect.

For instance, within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm, the Huntian Sect's gains were always meager, while their losses were substantial.

This was a generational grudge.

This time, Li Wuji sought vengeance for his defeat months ago—and to eliminate Chen Feng, weakening the Huntian Sect further.

The instant the spear descended, Chen Feng leaped upward.

The Flowing Cup Sword left its sheath in a flash as Chen Feng poured every ounce of his sword force into it, unleashing it in a single thought.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

Retreating had been part of Chen Feng's plan—to create distance.

Drawing his sword was also part of the plan—to unleash his full power in a single, merciless strike.

Sensing the overwhelming killing intent and dazzling sword light, Li Wuji's eyes involuntarily narrowed.

Months ago, he had been defeated by this very move.

"This time, I will crush you!" Li Wuji roared.

Even though the power behind this sword was far stronger than before.

The spear descended from the sky; the sword rose from the earth.

For an instant, it was as if heaven and earth clashed in a single, explosive confrontation.

A piercing screech rang out as the Black Flame was split apart, a cold gleam slicing through Li Wuji's neck.

At the same time, Chen Feng's palm pressed against Li Wuji's body.

"Devour!"

Without hesitation, Chen Feng silently commanded. The Divine Talisman Of Creation erupted with a terrifying Devouring force.

Chen Feng had also noticed something—the more Innate Divine Traits he devoured, the stronger the Divine Talisman Of Creation's Devouring power became.

Li Wuji's Innate Divine Trait was devoured entirely by the Divine Talisman Of Creation in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Chen Feng seized Li Wuji's spatial ring and black spear before violently kicking his headless corpse, sending it flying backward. Using the recoil from the kick, Chen Feng propelled himself in the opposite direction.

A strand of black, scorching energy surged from the Divine Talisman Of Creation—pure and immensely powerful.

In an instant, the energy spread throughout his entire body.

Burning heat!

Chen Feng immediately felt his skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs being scorched from within.

Amid the searing pain, his body underwent further transformations, becoming even more resilient and refined.

Though his cultivation in the Body Forging Realm remained unchanged, his physical strength had clearly improved.

Finally, the scorching black energy merged into Chen Feng's Huntian Sword Force, further refining its already domineering, sharp, and pure nature.

The refinement was brief.

The moment Chen Feng landed, he sensed not only a 10% enhancement in his Huntian Sword Body but also a 10% overall increase in his Huntian Sword Force, now imbued with a scorching intensity.

"Truly worthy of a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait!" Chen Feng inwardly exclaimed.

Previously, devouring dozens of Innate Divine Traits had only increased his foundation and strength by 50%. Yet now, absorbing just one top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait had granted him an additional 10% boost. The higher his progress, the harder it became to improve—making this gain all the more remarkable.

It was clear that a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait far surpassed others.

"I wonder what would happen if I devoured a God-Grade Divine Trait?" A flicker of curiosity crossed Chen Feng's mind as he recalled the current Saint Son of Tianyuan Sacred Land, rumored to possess a God-Grade Divine Trait. Without hesitation, he continued fleeing into the distance.

Meanwhile, Zhao Kuang and Lan Junhe finally snapped out of their shock as Li Wuji's headless corpse crashed to the ground.

It wasn’t that they were slow—everything had happened too fast.

They had full confidence in Li Wuji's strength, never expecting him to be killed in a single strike.

The suddenness of the event left them momentarily stunned—even Lan Junhe.

By the time they reacted, Chen Feng had already dashed over a dozen meters away.

A trace of fury surfaced on Lan Junhe's perpetually mocking face, his eyes radiating terrifying killing intent.

Without pause, Lan Junhe unleashed his full Force, his skin taking on a faint golden hue as an aura of utmost purity emanated from him.

Fast!

The speed of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm was astonishing—in the blink of an eye, he had closed the 20-meter gap, rapidly closing in on Chen Feng.

As for Zhao Kuang, though he also sprinted at full speed, he was far slower.

Chen Feng distinctly sensed an icy killing intent approaching from behind, as if threatening to freeze him solid.

Glancing back, he saw a cold, furious face filled with murderous intent—eyes so chilling they seemed capable of freezing him on the spot.

Lan Junhe!

Lan Junhe's speed shocked Chen Feng.

Incredibly fast—even faster than his current pace.

"But if I want to leave, it's not necessarily impossible." Chen Feng silently calculated.

If he pushed his Heaven and Earth Wandering Dragon movement technique to its limits, could he escape Lan Junhe's pursuit?

It seemed feasible!

After all, his original speed was already impressive, and now, after repeatedly Devouring Innate Divine Traits, his overall abilities had improved by 60%, including his speed.

A 60% increase might not sound like much, but it depended on the baseline.

The larger the baseline, the more astonishing the 60% boost became.

The reason Chen Feng hadn’t unleashed his full speed was that a thought lingered in his mind— He wanted to test the strength of the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

Could he now contend against someone at that level?

Lan Junhe’s eyes were icy and ruthless, fixed intently on Chen Feng.

As a Sect Heir Candidate of Tianyuan Sacred Land and a peerless genius at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, how could he tolerate someone killing a Quasi-Saint right before his eyes? Where did that leave his dignity?

If the other Sect Heir Candidates found out, how would they mock him?

If Tianyuan Sacred Land learned of this, wouldn’t his prestige suffer, making others look down on him?

Only by crushing this person could he salvage everything.

Lan Junhe closed in on Chen Feng, raising a palm. The skin of his hand shimmered with a faint golden hue before he abruptly struck out.

In an instant, a sound like roaring waves erupted. Though the palm strike seemed effortless, it carried the overwhelming force of a raging tide crashing against the shore.

The moment the strike was unleashed, Chen Feng felt an invisible yet tangible pressure bearing down on his back, suffocating him.

He spun around!

With a slash of his sword, a flash of blade light clashed against the incoming palm strike, producing a dull impact.

Chen Feng clearly sensed the terrifying force transmitted through his sword—immensely powerful, surging in relentless waves, nearly knocking the Flowing Cup Sword from his grip.

The impact sent him flying backward.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Lan Junhe’s eyes.

The Force contained within that sword strike was extraordinary—not only domineering and thick but also continuous, razor-sharp as if it could pierce and slice through anything, and imbued with a scorching, searing heat.

Ordinary Force was balanced and neutral.

More formidable Force possessed certain traits, such as thickness, dominance, or sharpness.

Even more powerful Force might exhibit two or three traits.

But Force with five distinct traits like this was exceedingly rare.

"This isn’t Huntian Force…" Lan Junhe thought to himself.

He had fought against peerless geniuses from the Huntian Sect before and knew the characteristics of Huntian Force.

Even the Huntian Sword Force from Juejian Peak didn’t have so many traits—it couldn’t be both continuous and scorching.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lan Junhe’s killing intent grew even fiercer.

A glow emerged on his arm, materializing into a blue armguard that encased his hand and forearm. Intricate patterns resembling surging river waves adorned its surface.

In the next moment, a bloody radiance erupted from Lan Junhe’s body, tinged with faint streaks of blue, enveloping him entirely. An overwhelming power pulsed from him, suppressing everything in its vicinity.

This was yet another bloodline power, but compared to Ye Yunqi's Tidal Bloodline, it was incomparably stronger.

In the Body Forging Realm, the awakening of one's divine trait often begins with the manifestation of qi and blood, hence initially appearing blood-red. However, as the potential of the divine trait is gradually unlocked, its unique hue emerges, eventually replacing the crimson of qi and blood.

Lan Junhe's development of his divine trait was clearly superior to Li Wuji's, and his aura grew increasingly terrifying.

With his full power unleashed, Lan Junhe struck out with another palm.

A deafening roar erupted as his palm strike surged forth like a raging celestial river, unstoppable and devastating. The overwhelming force pressed forward like a collapsing mountain and a churning sea, suffocating Chen Feng under its sheer might.

Even a small hill would likely have been obliterated by such a strike.