Chapter 50 Spazzing Out

There was still a considerable distance down to the ground, but for Fu Qian, it was no longer a problem.

Dropping silently from above, Fu Qian walked straight up to the stone seat.

Feng Yunhong, sitting atop the stone seat, had his eyes tightly closed and remained motionless, showing no reaction whatsoever to Fu Qian's arrival.

At this proximity, the waves of wailing were extremely distinct, and one could even make out hazy human faces on Feng Yunhong's body.

Every single face wore a ferocious expression, as if enduring immense agony.

Since Feng Yunhong did not react, Fu Qian simply watched quietly, not missing a single detail.

Given the current scene coupled with the bizarre patterns surrounding it, one could basically deduce that the stone seat was a rather special entity.

It seemed Feng Yunhong relied on it to suppress the consciousness of other Transcendents.

Soon, Fu Qian noticed that the wailing grew fainter and fainter, and the human faces became increasingly blurred until they vanished one by one beneath the skin.

Even Feng Yunhong's physical build shrank slightly, no longer as exaggerated as before.

Quite an effective method, then!

Fu Qian shook his hands and stepped forward.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong abruptly opened his eyes, fixing a deadly glare upon him.

"What do you want?"

"Good day, Elder Feng!"

Utterly devoid of any awkwardness at being caught in the act, Fu Qian offered a greeting with a nonchalant demeanor.

Feng Yunhong let out a cold laugh.

"Fool, did you really think I had lost consciousness?"

"From the very moment you descended, I noticed you."

Could I possibly not have known that? Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

Based on his previous interactions, he could easily deduce that this old man was extremely guarded.

Even after hearing his words, if Feng Yunhong had been worried enough to eagerly deal with hidden threats, he certainly wouldn't have exposed his secrets to someone else without leaving any contingency plans.

This fellow had been lingering around here for decades, and his familiarity with the surroundings surpassed imagination. Fu Qian had never expected to fool him, nor had he even bothered to intentionally conceal his presence.

Staring at Fu Qian, Feng Yunhong wore a cruel smile.

"Based on your few suspicious words, did you really think this old man would trust you? I was busy just now, so I let you live a little longer."

"If you had made a move then, you might have caused me some trouble. As for now, only one end awaits you."

"Just like those things from earlier, right?"

Fu Qian replied lazily.

"Might I boldly ask what you were doing just now?"

"You can take a guess."

Feng Yunhong stood up directly from the stone seat.

"If you can't guess, it doesn't matter; you'll experience it soon enough."

With one hand, he picked up the long halberd beside him.

"Trust me, you'll be experiencing it for a very, very long time..."

"That sounds rather pleasant."

"You really have a death wish!"

Feng Yunhong swung his long halberd, a cold flash cutting through the air. Fu Qian narrowly dodged the strike by a hair's breadth.

"You escape rather quickly."

Feng Yunhong grunted, unleashing a barrage of halberd strikes that created a continuous web of chilling glints.

This fellow who had appeared out of nowhere possessed truly formidable strength, and more importantly, he knew far too much.

The intent to kill had already taken root in his mind; he absolutely could not let Fu Qian escape.

To his surprise, his opponent showed no intention of running whatsoever. Instead of retreating, he advanced, closing in directly to engage in close-quarters combat past the reach of the halberd.

Has this guy gone mad?

Though slightly puzzled by Fu Qian's suicidal behavior, Feng Yunhong showed no mercy in his attacks, determined to finish the battle swiftly.

Feng Yunhong's halberd techniques were consummate, and coupled with the gap in their realms, he firmly seized the upper hand.

Soon, Fu Qian failed to dodge in time, and a bloody gash was torn across his arm.

Just as Feng Yunhong prepared to press his advantage, a flash of crimson radiance suddenly erupted before him.

Crack!

A whip materialized from the void, striking Feng Yunhong solidly across the body.

A concealed weapon? Feng Yunhong was startled. Seeing that Fu Qian's hands were empty, he was temporarily unable to determine the source of the attack.

Before he could figure it out, a wave of intense agitation surged within Feng Yunhong's heart the next moment, filling him with an urge to tear everything around him to shreds.

"What is this?"

Shocked, Feng Yunhong rapidly widened the distance between them, pointing his long halberd at Fu Qian.

"Elder Feng is full of vigor; I've merely come to make you even more vigorous."

Fu Qian chuckled, his feet never stopping as he charged forward again for close combat.

From the very beginning, he had never intended to run.

At first glance, Feng Yunhong's current state could be described as quite favorable.

Under the influence of the stone seat, the lack of coordination within his body was almost entirely suppressed. Engaging him in hand-to-hand combat at this moment was pure suicide.

However, Fu Qian was thoroughly convinced that those twenty-six blood-drained heads were still present and had not been truly obliterated.

If they were so easily digested, Feng Yunhong would not have remained plagued by them for decades.

He believed that given the proper stimulation, they would become active once again.

Such a situation was simply too ideal for showcasing the Tyrant's Fist.

Chi Hesheng, Luo Haihai, Shui Jing, Grimm Wood... all of you, stir yourselves into a frenzy!

What on earth is going on!

As time passed, the longer they fought, the more alarmed Feng Yunhong became. The chilling light of the halberd in his hands merged into a continuous sheet, leaving wound after wound on his opponent.

Hateful as it was, this fellow possessed a tenacity of life that was evidently extreme. Despite being covered in injuries, he refused to fall. His speed even failed to show any noticeable decline.

Meanwhile, Feng Yunhong had already taken over a dozen whip strikes to his front and back.

With every lash, the agitation in his heart intensified by a fraction. By now, the violent emotions had accumulated to such a degree that even his execution of moves began to be affected.

And that wasn't even the most terrifying part!

The transcendent consciousness that had previously been firmly suppressed was actually beginning to show signs of instability.

The wailing returned, visibly influenced by the raging agitation, and its state grew thoroughly erratic.

I cannot drag this out any longer!

Making up his mind, Feng Yunhong let out a deafening roar.

The massive sound wave reverberated through the building, causing the charging Fu Qian to stall for a fraction of a second.

Simultaneously, the long halberd lashed out with a speed even greater than before, tearing through Fu Qian's body.

You have secrets, but this old man wasn't using his full strength just now either.

Looking at the neck that was almost completely severed, Feng Yunhong wore a grim smile.

However, before he could even catch his breath, a crimson whip lashed fiercely across his head, completely detonating the agitation raging within his heart.

How is this possible!

Staring at the opponent who still refused to fall, Feng Yunhong stood frozen in place.

"Elder, try not to get distracted!"

A mouth sprouted on the palm of Fu Qian's right hand, speaking in a mocking tone.

His original head rapidly shriveled down until only a layer of skin remained.

Trying out the Feast in actual combat for the first time, the effect was even better than he had imagined!

To a certain extent, he currently had no vital spots to speak of.

Instantly sprouting a brand-new head, Fu Qian did not pause for a second, raining down a tempest of vicious lashes from his crimson whip upon Feng Yunhong.

Under the effect of the Tyrant's Fist, the wails surrounding the latter grew increasingly frantic, and even certain parts of his physical body began to twist.

"You think you've already won?"

Realizing that the chaos within both his mind and body had become irreversible, Feng Yunhong let out a hoarse roar.

The next moment, he actually discarded his long halberd entirely, reaching out with both hands to grab at Fu Qian's neck.