Chapter 69: Vermilion Bird Demonic Armor
Mu Qingtong crushed the Wood Star Flower and sprinkled it into a glass bottle. The flower was dissolved by the fiery red liquid within, and instantly, wisps of golden shattered starlight emerged on the surface of the liquid, drifting upwards.
She placed the glass bottle under the blood moon and looked at it, nodding, “It will take another 50 seconds to fully fuse.”
Fifty seconds, that should be enough. Xia Feng looked into the depths of the forest and said in a deep voice, “The pursuers have arrived.”
Mu Qingtong put away the promotion potion. The Eight-faced Man instantly flashed under the blood moon, holding a blood-colored scythe, his black robe rustling.
“Two, what’s this, giving up struggling and not running anymore?” the Eight-faced Man said teasingly.
“When a dog chases me, the faster I run, the happier it gets.”
Xia Feng slowly drew his long saber and chuckled, “Instead of that, it’s easier to just kill the dog.”
“…”
“Stupid kid, being quick with your tongue is useless.” The Eight-faced Man’s voice turned cold. He flicked his scythe, and a blood-red shadow instantly appeared behind Xia Feng. He grinned, “See you off!”
Xia Feng felt a prickling sensation at the back of his neck; it was his combat intuition warning him. *Whoosh—* As his head tilted sideways, the scythe grazed his scalp. A thick smell of blood flooded his senses.
Two-tailed Instant Surge!
Two soft and long light-gold tail hairs, emitting sharp Spirit Pressure impacts from their tips, Xia Feng’s body shot out like a rocket.
But the Eight-faced Man was surprisingly fast. Leaving a spiral scorch mark on the grass, he instantly flashed to Xia Feng’s head and stomped down heavily with his foot.
The Two-tails wrapped around his forehead and unleashed a defensive light net, but it still couldn’t withstand the Eight-faced Man’s forceful stomp. Xia Feng was smashed towards the ground—*boom!!*
The ground cracked and split. As the smoke and dust dispersed, Xia Feng, to the Eight-faced Man’s surprise, was not injured at all. Instead, he held his saber, crouched, and gathered his strength. With a sudden release, electricity coiled under his feet, and he shot upwards like a spring, carrying a terrifying wave of blood!
“What—” The Eight-faced Man’s pupils widened slightly. He quickly raised his arm and said coldly, “Shield!”
*Boom!!!* Xia Feng’s saber struck a dark green shield-shaped light barrier. Layers of blood waves were purified in the collision, exploding into sky-piercing light.
The Eight-faced Man frowned and flickered his feet, retreating a hundred meters away.
“Is this the power of a D-class Spirit Robe, Three Overlapping Waves?” he asked, his expression astonished as he pressed his slightly trembling arm.
What confused him even more was that the electrified footwork Xia Feng had used earlier seemed to be a C-class Spirit Robe?!
How could a Spirit Master who had just entered the First-stage possess a C-class Spirit Robe?! And handle it so skillfully!
The Eight-faced Man suddenly remembered that the Earl had said Xia Feng was a genius and needed to be dealt with carefully.
He hadn’t taken it to heart then, but now it seemed they weren’t wrong. This kid was a complete anomaly!
Thinking of this, the Eight-faced Man couldn’t help but feel fortunate and let out a light chuckle. Fortunately, this kid hadn’t been allowed to grow stronger.
“Kid, you’re quite interesting~”
The Eight-faced Man beckoned to Xia Feng, “Come, let me see what else you can do—”
Mid-sentence, his expression changed slightly. He swung his scythe back violently, *hum—*
The black-dressed woman’s snow-white hair whipped backward in the wind. Her pretty face was serene, and blood waves continuously surged from her long saber, transforming into sharp wind blades that lunged at him.
*Crackling—*
The surprise attack was too sudden, leaving him no time to defend. His mask began to shatter inch by inch, revealing a pale jaw and bleeding lips.
Damn it, how could this woman also know Three Overlapping Waves! The Eight-faced Man flew backward, forming hand seals in the air and shouting, “Ghostwood Touch!”
His body was instantly covered in a dark green Spirit Robe. Countless brown-green wooden branches shot out from his hands, flailing in the air like octopus tentacles, covering all directions and simultaneously blocking the impact of the blood waves with ease.
The man in white clothes and the black-dressed woman stood at opposite ends of the battlefield. They looked at each other, nodded, and quickly formed hand seals: “Heavenly Rain.”
Immediately, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and large raindrops began to fall. “Thunder Burst!”
As the man and woman spoke in unison, the residual electric current filaments in the air quickly exploded and split, repeating the process. Within a few seconds, large patches of electricity were roaming the surroundings.
The wooden tentacles, which had been attacking the two, developed scorched marks and intermittently sparked, burning and falling off.
“Thunder Sky Step.” Two figures, one black and one white, transformed into black and white lightning bolts in the downpour, constantly weaving and shuttling through the defense net of writhing wooden branches, reaching the Eight-faced Man’s left and right sides in a few breaths.
With the black and white figures in the air, the Eight-faced Man looked up, his pupils shrinking. What was going on with these two guys! One monster was enough, but now there were two!
While his heart was filled with surprise and uncertainty, he made no defensive moves. Instead, the corners of his lips slowly curled up. Two blood-colored long sabers, like the blades of a guillotine, crossed—
Blood spurted from his neck like a fountain, and his smiling head flew into the sky.
Under the pouring rain, the black and white figures shook the blood off their blades and turned in unison, looking confusedly at the headless corpse kneeling on the ground.
“There’s something wrong with him,” Mu Qingtong said softly.
Xia Feng nodded, “A Second-stage Spirit Master, and also a Calamity Eater. He really died too easily.”
“Heh heh~ You two are indeed geniuses; you saw through it.”
A light laugh came from the belly of the headless corpse. A small, wrinkled hand emerged from the belly, and a small old man about 1.2 meters tall slowly crawled out.
!
The corpse and head on the ground instantly dispersed, turning into wisps of spiritual light that floated into the air.
“It seems the old man was the true body, and the outer layer was a Spirit Robe or a Spirit artifact illusion,” Xia Feng mused.
As the spiritual light dissipated, the old man twisted his neck, his Spirit Pressure actually beginning to climb. He grinned at the two:
“I didn’t want to use a Spirit artifact, but unfortunately, you’ve angered me!”
The Spirit Pressure around the old man surged like waves, stirring up a hurricane. Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong frowned and took a step back. The surrounding forest rustled with ghostly whispers.
Soon, to their astonishment, the old man’s Spirit Pressure directly broke through the peak of the Second-stage, reaching the Third-stage Spirit Master level.
“Breakthrough in battle?” Xia Feng was stunned, his black eyes narrowing. “No, that’s not right. This should be his Spirit artifact’s ability? His Spirit artifact can make people temporarily advance a stage?”
Thinking of this, Xia Feng was overjoyed. What a peerless Spirit artifact!
One should know that for every stage he advanced, he gained an additional copy slot.
For example, if he advanced to the Second-stage, he would have two copy slots, but that was still too few.
However, if he could temporarily break through to the Third-stage during battle, he would gain an additional copy slot, giving him more operational possibilities!
“I have to say, although you two are only First-stage Spirit Masters, your combined strength is enough to kill a Second-stage Spirit Master.”
The old man’s face was covered in wrinkles, and his shriveled lips curved slightly. “But unfortunately, facing the Spirit Pressure Field of a Third-stage Spirit Master, you probably won’t even be able to get close.”
The congealed Spirit Pressure spread out in circles, and a transparent domain with a radius of three meters faintly appeared, centered on the old man.
“Kid, can’t you copy? Go ahead and try~”
The old man smiled sinisterly. Before his afterimage had even disappeared, his true body had already appeared behind Xia Feng. His gaze was indifferent, and killing intent surged.
