NABC Chapter 2017 A Large Number of Rank Fragments
Chapter 2017 A Large Number of Rank Fragments
Chapter 2017 A Large Number of Rank Fragments
"I'm fine!"
In the desolate canyon, Chen Fei smiled slightly, but instead of exchanging pleasantries, he continued:
“Grandmaster, Fellow Daoist Zheng, I have gained the recognition of this world’s rules and condensed the Mark of Slaughter.”
Chen Fei pointed his fingers like a sword, lightly touched his brow, and two streams of divine light containing the rules of "killing mark" and "forced killing battle" flew out from his fingertips, heading towards Le Boyang and Zheng Hongtao.
The information flow instantly spread through the minds of Le Boyang and his companion, clearly presenting the various rules and details regarding the forced summoning of enemies with specific cultivation levels for a life-or-death duel.
Le Boyang and Zheng Hongtao were both shocked, their faces showing as they instantly understood the meaning behind Chen Fei's words.
“So that’s how it is…” Le Boyang murmured to himself, finally understanding some of Chen Fei’s actions at the Sky Dome Martial Arts Arena.
“From now on, I will have to act alone and use this seal to hunt down those demonic cultivators at the late stage of the fifteenth level or above. I will no longer be able to act with my grandmaster and Fellow Daoist Zheng,” Chen Fei said.
Upon hearing Chen Fei's explanation, Le Boyang was not disappointed at all; instead, a smile instantly appeared on his face.
"Slaughter Mark, Forced Slaughter War. Chen Fei, this is your golden opportunity to turn the tide of the entire Demon Lotus Realm war!"
Despite Chen Fei's display of great power in the Sky Arena, the overall situation in the Demon Lotus Realm still favors the demon cultivators, as evidenced by the fact that nine demon stars had previously illuminated the sky.
“Fellow Daoist Le is right. At this moment, we should focus on killing the demonic cultivators!” Zheng Hongtao’s face also broke into a smile, and he became optimistic about the situation in the Demon Lotus Realm.
Before Chen Fei entered the Sky Dome Martial Arts Arena, they had already witnessed how Chen Fei used a large formation to kill a top-level demonic cultivator at the Earthly Origin Dao Foundation level. When dealing with demonic cultivators with even lower cultivation levels, the result was without suspense.
Chen Fei nodded slightly, and without any delay, raised his right hand, his gaze falling on the dark gold killing mark on the back of his hand. His eyes narrowed, and his Yuan energy slowly flowed into it.
Chen Fei can obtain the Killing Mark, and so can Lian Guanlin, who has achieved fifty kills and is at the Heavenly Origin Dao Foundation stage. Moreover, the other party is not far from collecting four hundred Origin Lotus Seeds.
Once Lian Guanlin also obtains the Killing Mark, the other party will undoubtedly launch a forced life-or-death duel against the top experts on the cultivator side without hesitation.
At that time, the situation may reverse again.
Therefore, we must race against time.
Before Lian Guanlin meets his conditions, kill as many demonic cultivators as possible to weaken their overall strength.
"Buzz!"
As Chen Fei focused his mind, the killing mark on the back of his hand gradually lit up with a dazzling blood-red light, and a cold and murderous fluctuation of rules spread out from him.
"Crack, click, click!"
The surrounding space cracked, and a massive training arena, entirely formed from dark red blood light, appeared out of thin air. This arena bore some resemblance in appearance to the previous Sky Arena, but its aura was completely different.
The Azure Sky Martial Arts Arena was solemn and dignified, as if it were a place of divine judgment.
The killing arena before us is filled with the most primal and naked blood and slaughter. The area around the arena is not clearly defined, but rather swirling with mist like a sea of blood, within which countless wronged souls seem to be wailing and struggling.
The entire space was filled with a suffocating sense of despair.
"retreat!"
Le Boyang and Zheng Hongtao's expressions changed as they sensed the terrifying power of the rules contained within the blood-red light. Without hesitation, they retreated rapidly, instantly creating distance and watching from afar, fearing they might be affected by the killing rules.
Chen Fei stood calmly in the center of the killing arena.
"Om..."
Less than three breaths later, violent spatial ripples suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the martial arts arena, and a figure materialized from the void and appeared there.
This was a demonic cultivator dressed in a black robe, his eyes filled with panic and confusion.
Ding Guanlin was meditating and regulating his breathing in a secluded spot when he was forcibly abducted by an irresistible force. During the teleportation, a cold, rule-based message was forcibly injected into his mind:
Forced life-or-death decision!
Opponent: A late-stage 15th-tier cultivator!
Ding Guanlin was initially relieved when he discovered that the cultivator was a late-stage 15th-level cultivator, but then his heart tightened again.
A duel between equals? But why is it a forced life-or-death situation? Ding Guanlin subconsciously looked up at the person opposite him.
The next instant, when he saw the face of the figure in the green robe opposite him, he was struck as if by lightning. His body trembled violently, the color drained from his face instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply, filled with unbelievable fear.
"It's...it's you!"
Ding Guanlin's voice trembled with extreme shock; he recognized the face.
Not long ago, he even saw from afar, through celestial phenomena, how the owner of this face would kill Pang Yan'en, Wei Gao, and other Earthly Dao Foundation Demon cultivators whom he had to look up to, in the Heavenly Martial Arena.
That was a top-tier existence among the fifteenth-level limit beings; even they couldn't escape death in front of him.
As for himself... he was merely a late-stage fifteenth-level cultivator. In front of the other party, what difference was there between him and an ant?
"It's unfair...this is unfair!"
Boundless despair and fear instantly consumed Ding Guanlin's mind. Like a madman, he pushed his movement technique to the limit, transforming into a streak of black light and frantically rushing towards the surging blood-red mist at the edge of the martial arts arena.
However, this killing arena, though seemingly limited in size, appears to have boundaries formed by endless spatial folds.
No matter how fast Ding Guanlin charged, the crimson mist always seemed both within reach and impossibly far away. No matter how fast he went, he could never truly touch the boundary.
Ding Guanlin's eyes widened repeatedly as he frantically attacked the surrounding void, but all his attacks were like throwing mud into the sea, failing to even create a ripple.
This is an absolute constraint of the rules, a fight to the death, from which no one can escape.
Chen Fei watched Ding Guanlin running around in the arena without any change in expression. He gently raised his right hand, pointed his fingers like a sword, and pointed in the direction Ding Guanlin was fleeing.
“Clang, clang, clang!”
In an instant, countless silver-white sword energies, gleaming with a chilling light that tore through the void, materialized out of thin air. They emitted a deafening sword cry, instantly locking onto Ding Guanlin's aura.
In the next instant, thousands upon thousands of Immortal Slaying Sword Qi transformed into a destructive storm, instantly traversing the void and appearing above Ding Guanlin's head.
Like a torrential downpour, it rained down on him, blocking all possible escape routes for Ding Guanlin.
"No, I'm not reconciled!"
Feeling the sharp killing intent above him that could tear him to shreds, Ding Guanlin let out a desperate roar.
Driven by his survival instinct, he unleashed his final potential. He turned around abruptly, his eyes bloodshot, and without hesitation, he ignited his innate demonic energy along with his divine soul essence.
"boom!"
A surge of violent demonic flames, far exceeding his usual peak strength, shot into the sky. He formed hand seals, conjuring a jet-black demonic shield that exuded an aura of destruction, and placed it in front of him.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The storm of sword energy from the Immortal Slaughtering Sword crashed relentlessly against the magic shield.
"Snap! Pfft!"
The stalemate lasted less than half a breath before the magic shield shattered. Ding Guanlin coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, his aura instantly weakening to the extreme.
Seriously injured!
Ding Guanlin looked up at the sword aura storm that was sweeping in again, his pupils contracted to the extreme, and suddenly the image of a mid-stage fifteenth-level cultivator that he had just brutally killed flashed through his mind.
"Chi chi chi!"
Countless sword energies pierced through Ding Guanlin, and within two breaths, Ding Guanlin's roar came to an abrupt halt.
His body, along with his soul, was completely torn into the smallest particles by the endless sword energy and vanished into nothingness.
A demonic cultivator at the late stage of the fifteenth level was forced to be summoned and completely perished in this killing arena in less than ten breaths.
"Om..."
With Ding Guanlin's demise, the power of the rules descended.
Six primordial lotus seeds radiating a soft glow, along with a ball of pure dark red demonic energy, condensed from the void and flew toward Chen Fei.
With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Fei collected all the lotus seeds and the demonic source.
At the same time, Chen Fei circulated his cultivation technique, quickly separating the fragments of status and the power of destiny contained within the demonic source.
"Ok?"
Chen Fei's eyebrows suddenly twitched slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He clearly sensed a faint but distinct change coming from the killing mark on the back of his hand.
Previously, he could only forcibly summon and fight one demonic cultivator at a time, but now, after successfully killing Ding Guanlin, the authority of this mark seems to have... been enhanced?
"Can we fight two at the same time now?" Chen Fei's eyes lit up slightly; this was an unexpected surprise.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Fei immediately conveyed a new command to the Killing Mark through his mind, and at the same time forcibly summoned two late-stage fifteenth-level demonic cultivators.
There are a total of one thousand fifteenth-level demon cultivators who have entered the Demon Lotus Realm this time, of which about two hundred are in the late stage of the fifteenth level.
Chen Fei didn't know how many late-stage fifteenth-level demonic cultivators were left in the Demon Lotus Realm at this moment, but he knew that even though his kill count had been halved due to his voluntary surrender at the Sky Dome Martial Arts Arena, and some of the linked arrays were unusable, dealing with several late-stage fifteenth-level demonic cultivators at the same time was still no problem.
Moreover, as he continues to slay demonic cultivators, his accumulated kill count will rapidly increase. At that time, the power of the linked array will not only be fully restored, but may even be further enhanced due to the increase in the kill count.
Less than three breaths later, ripples appeared in the space not far ahead once again.
Two figures clad in black robes and exuding a chilling demonic aura stumbled out in a disheveled state. They were two late-stage fifteenth-level demonic cultivators who had been forcibly abducted by the rules of the Killing Mark.
On the left was a man of exceptionally large stature, with bulging muscles, a single curved horn on his forehead that gleamed with an eerie light, and a face covered in horizontal flesh, exuding ferocity.
The man on the right was as thin as a bamboo pole, with a deathly pale face. His triangular eyes gleamed with a sinister and cunning light, and his ten fingernails were long and narrow with black nails, like poisoned blades.
During the teleportation process, we received information that they will be facing a late-stage 15th-level cultivator simultaneously, a two-on-one situation?
As soon as the two appeared, they immediately looked across at each other.
"boom!"
It was as if a thunderbolt had exploded directly in the deepest part of their consciousness. All the ferocity and killing intent that had just gathered on their faces froze and shattered instantly, like a fragile ice surface being struck by a heavy hammer.
"It's...it's him!"
The unicorn demon's voice became shrill and distorted, filled with incomprehensible horror and fear.
The gaunt demonic cultivator looked as if he had seen a ghost or a god. His thin body suddenly leaped back a step, and his sinister eyes were now filled with only the most primal, almost overflowing despair.
Sky Arena.
The entire training ground trembled continuously amidst the thunderous sounds of energy collisions, and the surrounding rules barriers rippled violently in circles.
In the arena, the two figures intersected, collided, and separated at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive. Each contact unleashed a devastating power.
One of them, a raging demonic flame, distorted the void wherever it passed, as if it wanted to devour all light and life. It was Lian Guanlin, the Heavenly Origin Dao Foundation cultivator from the demonic cultivator side.
The other one, with its clear and radiant light, like the flowing moonlight, appeared somewhat weak and vulnerable under the raging demonic flames, yet remained steadfast and unyielding, defending the place as solid as a rock. It was Fu Yinglan, the cultivator on the Tianyuan Dao Foundation side.
The two were surrounded by Daoist energy, their auras as deep and profound as the sea.
Their cultivation levels were completely at the same level. Upon closer inspection, the Heavenly Origin Dao Foundation Techniques they cultivated were almost identical in terms of their foundation and sophistication, both being top-tier inheritances.
Logically speaking, a showdown under such conditions should be a fierce battle between evenly matched opponents, a long and arduous struggle to determine a winner.
However, the actual battle situation presented a one-sided trend.
From the very beginning of their fight, the demonic cultivator Lian Guanlin had been subtly gaining the upper hand.
His offensive was fierce and violent, like a raging storm, wave after wave, without end.
The demonic energy circulated smoothly and freely, and its application of the rules of heaven and earth seemed to be even better. It could often find the slightest gap in Fu Yinglan's defense at the last minute and launch a fierce attack, forcing Fu Yinglan to switch from offense to defense or temporarily avoid its sharp edge.
This is not because Fu Yinglan's cultivation is inadequate, or because he is merely a figurehead with a weak foundation.
The root cause lies in the number of kills each of them has committed.
Lian Guanlin has completed the fifty-kill achievement, and a significant portion of the suppression he had been under had been relieved. This allowed him to more fully unleash the true power of his Heavenly Origin Dao Foundation.
Fu Yinglan, though also a top-tier expert, only had thirty kills accumulated. Compared to Lian Guanlin, he had twenty fewer kills.
The spiritual suppression he endured was far heavier than that of Lian Guanlin, making him always feel powerless and constrained.
With this shift in power, even if both sides have similar foundations and techniques, their actual combat strength will naturally show a significant gap.
Fu Yinglan understood this point perfectly.
He knew that under the current conditions, it was almost an impossible task to defeat or even kill Lian Guanlin head-on.
If you force an attack, you will not only rapidly deplete your own strength, but you will also be defeated if the opponent finds a weakness.
Therefore, from the very beginning of the battle, Fu Yinglan formulated an extremely clear tactic: not to seek merit, but to avoid mistakes.
Focusing on solid defense, he made full use of the characteristics of his own skills to maneuver against Lian Guanlin.
His goal was not to defeat the formidable enemy before him, but to buy as much time as possible to create the most precious window of opportunity for Chen Fei, who was using his Killing Mark authority to efficiently eliminate demonic cultivators within the Demon Lotus Realm.
"Hmph! You, Fu Yinglan, are supposed to have forged the foundation of the Heavenly Origin Dao, yet now you're like a cowardly turtle, only knowing how to defend and dodge. You don't even have the courage to face me head-on?"
Lian Guanlin, unable to break through Fu Yinglan's defenses, grew increasingly impatient. He seized an opportunity and tore through Fu Yinglan's protective barrier with a single claw. Before he could press his advantage, Fu Yinglan, propelled by the force of his attack, was sent flying backward like a willow catkin in the wind.
At the same time, his hands slowly formed hand seals, creating layers upon layers of shimmering defensive light screens in front of him.
The more composed and unwavering Fu Yinglan remained, the more intense the nameless rage within Lian Guanlin burned. How could someone as shrewd and experienced as him not see through Fu Yinglan's intentions?
Every extra moment of delay here could mean the forcible summoning and killing of a late-stage 15th-tier demonic cultivator within the Demon Lotus Realm by Chen Fei.
The strategic balance of the entire Demon Lotus Realm war will irreversibly tilt further towards the cultivators.
"Break this seat!"
Lian Guanlin could no longer suppress the anxiety and killing intent in his chest, and let out a roar that shook the heavens. The vast demonic energy within his body circulated wildly at an unprecedented speed, even faintly burning. His aura surged again, and demonic flames soared into the sky, dyeing half the sky black.
Lian Guanlin's figure flashed rapidly, instantly catching up with Fu Yinglan who was retreating. With both hands outstretched, and in the midst of changing spells, countless demonic shadows accompanied by huge claw marks that tore through the void surged towards Fu Yinglan like a flood that had burst its banks.
This wave of attacks was so fierce that it seemed to completely engulf and destroy the entire training ground, along with Fu Yinglan within it.
In the desolate and lifeless canyon of the Demon Lotus Realm, within the Slaughter Arena.
At this moment, the demonic cultivators standing opposite Chen Fei were no longer two, but a full five, all of whom were at the late stage of the fifteenth level.
This is the result of the increased authority of the Kill Mark. Winning a battle will increase the number of enemies that can be forcibly summoned and fought at the same time by one.
The five demonic cultivators had already lost all color in their faces.
Facing the slowly rotating, interconnected array that exuded a chilling aura of destruction, and the cold, ruthless figure in a green robe at the array's core, who resembled the Grim Reaper.
They knew that running away was futile; only by fighting desperately might they have a slim chance of survival.
One of the demonic cultivators, whose body was surrounded by mysterious runes and whose Daoist aura was clearly more refined and pure than the other four, let out a long, mournful, and resolute howl.
He was a late-stage 15th-level expert who had forged the foundation of the Profound Origin Dao. His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood containing the essence of his heart into the void. His hands formed a strange and ancient hand seal.
"boom!"
A terrifying aura far exceeding that of an ordinary late-stage 15th rank cultivator erupted like a dormant star suddenly bursting forth. Countless spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the surface of his body, from which demonic blood seeped out, as if he might completely collapse at any moment.
But in return, they gained a vast power capable of disrupting the void.
Seeing this, the other four demonic cultivators knew they were at a critical juncture. They gritted their teeth, their eyes flashing with madness, and recklessly burned their own innate demonic essence and divine soul origin.
A few breaths later, the roaring sound dissipated, and everything returned to deathly silence.
Five late-stage fifteenth-level demonic cultivators, including the powerful figure who sacrificed his profound essence foundation, all perished, their bodies and souls annihilated. Only a few clumps of pure primordial energy and dozens of floating primordial lotus seeds remained as proof of their existence.
"Zheng!"
A clear, penetrating sword cry seemed to come from beyond the heavens, from the depths of the universe. Though faint, it reached Chen Fei, as well as Le Boyang and Zheng Hongtao, who had been watching the battle from afar, with exceptional clarity.
Le Boyang and Zheng Hongtao looked up at the sky almost simultaneously. The illusory image of Haoran Star, which had become extremely dim and almost imperceptible because Chen Fei had voluntarily surrendered in the Sky Arena and his kill count had been halved by the rules, was now shining brightly again.
That means Chen Fei's kill count has once again broken through the thirty mark.
Within the Demon Lotus Realm, the eyes of all the cultivators who witnessed this scene lit up slightly.
Beyond the Thousand-Petaled Demon Lotus Realm, in the endless void.
The mist surrounding Liao Ruiheng rippled slightly. His face betrayed no emotion, but his voice carried an undeniable air of authority:
"Kuang Yezhou, you've considered my proposal long enough. Give me a clear answer: let the two of them fight, what do you say?"
Kuang Yezhou slowly turned his head to look at Liao Ruiheng, a smile appearing on his face. He then shook his head and said calmly, "No rush."
The mist surrounding Liao Ruiheng suddenly solidified, the temperature plummeted, and a chilling voice pierced through: "Kuang Yezhou, what do you mean?"
Kuang Yezhou seemed oblivious to Liao Ruiheng's anger. His gaze returned to the Demon Lotus Realm, looking at the figure in green robes who had just finished the battle in the canyon, and the clear light that was still holding the line in the Sky Arena.
(End of this chapter)