Free Web NovelChapter 562: Chapter 340: She Cried?
Yan Lingshuang inexplicably started to cry tears of blood, which Zou Feng found rather strange.
He subconsciously assumed her Netherworld Blood Eyes were about to unleash some kind of Big Move...
So Zou Feng made a snap decision. He stopped the six Dragons of Evil Qi from continuously bombarding Yan Lingshuang, instead immediately recalling three and absorbing them into his own body.
Empowered by the Three Dragons Power, Zou Feng then pushed the Abyssal Vortex Prison-Suppressing Force he had recently started cultivating to its absolute limit.
"Vortex" state activated.
Unleashing this technique was equivalent to Zou Feng stacking a hidden Big Move on top of an already active one.
In the "Vortex" state, his entire body had to be in constant, spinning motion. While this granted him an all-around enhancement, it also meant his body was operating under extreme overload, suffering from immense strain.
But Yan Lingshuang’s Netherworld Blood Eyes were indeed bizarre. Zou Feng didn’t dare let his guard down for a second; he had to go all out.
In reality, however, Zou Feng was overthinking things...
Meanwhile, Yan Lingshuang, crying tears of blood, was not, in fact, about to unleash an even more bizarre ocular technique.
Instead, under the continuous bombardment from the six Dragons of Evil Qi, the pressure had simply become too great. She had overloaded...
While attacking Zou Feng with her ocular technique, she also had to maintain her defenses to keep from being torn to shreds by the six Dragons of Evil Qi. One could only imagine the pressure Yan Lingshuang was under.
The consequence of overtaxing the Netherworld Blood Eyes was an uncontrollable flow of bloody tears, and naturally, immense pain for Yan Lingshuang.
But at this moment, she was completely and utterly stunned, her mind a chaotic mess.
The reason was simple. Yan Lingshuang had expected Zou Feng to be the real deal, but she never imagined he would be *this* powerful.
’What the hell are six Dragons of Evil Qi? According to the intel from his fight with Li Dingjie, he was practically running on empty after summoning just one!’
Just as Yan Lingshuang was about to buckle, the pressure on her suddenly decreased.
She looked up to see three of the Dragons of Evil Qi flying away.
Yan Lingshuang immediately let out a long sigh of relief. She could finally blink, giving her Netherworld Blood Eyes a moment of respite.
’As expected. Even someone like Zou Feng can’t maintain control over six Dragons of Evil Qi for long.’
’Heh, so that was just a bluff, putting on a brave face. A True Man for all of ten seconds.’
’In reality, he can’t possibly sustain that level of intensity.’
’There are still three left, but that’s not a big problem for me...’
’Next, it’s time for Zou Feng to fall into the Illusion Realm created by my Netherworld Blood Eyes and experience true pain!’
BOOM—
Just as Yan Lingshuang felt the battle was finally getting back on track, the three Dragons of Evil Qi that had flown away returned to Zou Feng.
And then Zou Feng... erupted!
The eruption of power was even stronger than before. Zou Feng’s hair stood on end, his eyes blazed like torches, and his aura was like a volcano on the verge of erupting. He seemed like a completely different person.
Yan Lingshuang’s mouth twitched. She felt her left eye begin to itch again, threatening to shed even more tears of blood.
After all, she had already realized Zou Feng hadn’t recalled the three Dragons of Evil Qi because he was failing.
It was merely a preparation to enter an even stronger, more powerful state...
In the moment she was stunned, Zou Feng had already shot toward her like a demon god, leaving a trail of afterimages.
The afterimages circled around, trapping Yan Lingshuang, and then all struck out with their palms in unison.
The Evil King Prison-Suppressing Strike descended upon Yan Lingshuang like a tidal wave.
At that moment, Yan Lingshuang finally broke, letting out a hysterical scream.
As her fear intensified, she completely forgot this was just a sparring duel in the Sacred Hall of Combat.
’If all those spinning Palm Forces, each carrying Evil Qi, were to land on me...’
"Wait— AHHH—"
Before Yan Lingshuang could finish her sentence, she was drowned in a sea of countless Evil Hands...
In the main hall of the Sacred Hall of Combat, a buzz of discussion continued. It hadn’t been long since Zou Feng and Yan Lingshuang had entered.
Everyone was voicing their own opinions, offering various predictions about the fight.
The one thing they all agreed on, however, was that not being able to witness this battle firsthand was one of life’s great regrets.
Yan Lingshuang was, after all, a descendant of the Ancient Strange People and possessed the Netherworld Blood Eyes. That extremely rare bloodline alone was on par with the reincarnation of a Great Cultivator.
Many of the Cultivators present had seen Yan Lingshuang fight before.
The memory of the terrifying power she displayed was still fresh in their minds.
Basically, the moment Yan Lingshuang removed her eyepatch, the fight was as good as over.
The Netherworld Blood Eyes were so powerful it was hard to believe. They could drag an opponent into an endless Illusion Realm and torture them to the point of madness.
At the same time, they could incite the opponent’s very blood to "riot," dealing maximum damage.
And while Zou Feng was a recently emerged prodigy who had just defeated Chen Ang, it was hard to say how long he could last against the ocular technique of the Netherworld Blood Eyes...
A white light began to flash, clearly indicating someone was about to be teleported out.
So soon!?
The chattering crowd instantly fell silent, their eyes fixed on the gate of light without even blinking.
A moment later, Zou Feng slowly walked out, his face a mask of frustration.
His expression was grim, and the Spiritual Qi around him was faint. He had clearly expended a massive amount of energy and might even have sustained an internal injury.
One look at him suggested that he had just suffered a crushing defeat in the duel.
And Zou Feng’s condition was indeed poor. After all, he had just stacked his Big Moves and gone all-out, unleashing the Evil King Prison-Suppressing Strike with no reservations.
Naturally, he had expended a considerable amount of energy and had, in fact, sustained some internal injuries from operating in an overloaded state.
