Chapter 80: The Decisive Victory! (Part 2)

“Master, what does it mean to possess an immortal body?” Duan Xingyun asked in confusion. Although he too was stunned by Jiang Feng's resurrection, his heart was soon flooded with joy, causing him to overlook just how extraordinary Jiang Feng’s feat was.

Xuan Xingzi, only just recovered from his shock, murmured, “The so-called immortal body, taken literally, means one cannot die. His physical form was utterly shattered, yet his head showed no sign of death. In the blink of an eye, the fragments of his body reassembled themselves. His nether power is boundless, his abilities vast; he is neither born nor destroyed—it's truly unfathomable. Xingyun, even if I or any of the four family heads were to face such destruction, it would be impossible to recover unaided. Only one at the level of the Nether King could achieve such a feat!”

At this moment, the situation reversed: Jiang Feng, having recomposed his body, stood supreme, sending a profound shock through everyone present. All those who previously insisted Jiang Feng was doomed could not believe their eyes, convinced they were witnessing a dream.

“How is this possible!” Fang Chuhan was dumbfounded, unable to accept that Jiang Feng—already scattered and dead—could reassemble himself in an instant. It was simply impossible.

Fang Yichen’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, a faint gleam appeared at the center of his brow, resembling a hidden eye, through which he secretly perceived the mysteries of the world. This was the Heavenly Eye he had gained through meditation, enabling him to see through all secrets.

“The Rivers and Mountains Vessel! He must have transferred the immense force of the Body Explosion Calamity into the vessel at the most perilous moment. Otherwise, he could never have survived that calamity. His stroke of luck truly comes one after another; not only did he steal the Rivers and Mountains Vessel from me and master the myriad of phenomena, but he also evaded the Body Explosion Calamity.” Fang Yichen secretly ground his teeth, cursing Jiang Feng’s tenacious vitality. Yet a cold smile soon crept onto his lips. “Hmph, if you think Fang Ping is trapped now, you’re still too naïve. He still holds a Longxiao Pill in his hand!”

As all were overwhelmed by shock, Fang Ping slowly crawled out from the mountain range. His clothes had been shredded by the rocks within, and even his dark, refined skin was marked with bloody gashes. Yet this was nothing compared to the sight of Jiang Feng’s body exploding moments before.

Bang!

Before Fang Ping could react, Jiang Feng—wielding the twenty-five Shadow Dance Soul-breaking Steps—launched another punch. Now fully dominant, Jiang Feng’s strength surged across the vast battlefield of Cangsong Pavilion, his blows fierce and unrelenting, feet trampling the roaring currents, his body reverberating with explosive sounds as he advanced toward Fang Ping. The overwhelming aura and formidable nether power coalesced into an undefeated god, striking with such force that it threatened to engulf Fang Ping entirely.

“Fang Ping, you all believed I was doomed, but my true power is beyond your imagination. You’ve killed so many people and should have developed a sharper eye than a falcon’s, yet you misjudged me. I have already stepped into the Void Nether Realm. Let’s see how you plan to defeat me!”

Jiang Feng spoke each word with force, his spirit sweeping over Fang Ping.

“Damn it, if I don’t swallow the Longxiao Pill now, he’ll crush me to pieces. If my body is destroyed, I won’t have his luck to reassemble myself!” Fang Ping quickly recognized the reality, his body retreating rapidly as the fierce palm wind grazed his face. Undaunted, he swiftly pulled a pill from his pocket and, without hesitation, shoved it into his mouth.

“Hm? What did he just take?” Jiang Feng was momentarily puzzled, but his punch was already launched and he had no intention of withdrawing it. He felt his nether power surging; even if his opponent possessed Xue Qiming’s strongest shield, he would not withstand this blow!

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“Longxiao Divine Pill, astonishing transformations, myriad changes!” Fang Ping’s lips barely moved as he recited these words inwardly. His body trembled, struggling to adapt to the immense power within the Longxiao Pill, but soon, his shivering form steadied, and his presence became like that of a corpse—deathly still. Yet the power within was unprecedented.

This was the treasure Fang Yichen had given him as a safeguard—the supreme dark Longxiao Pill, of which there was only one. With it, his nether power was instantly elevated by a whole stage. In other words, Fang Ping’s nether power now matched the level of a seventh-stage Void Nether Realm, though his cultivation remained at the sixth stage. His nether power, however, was like an endless ocean, unfathomable.

“What!”

“How is this possible!”

“You’re cheating!” Jiang Yuehai burst out in anger, standing abruptly from his seat, eyes blazing with fury. “He’s taken a pill, hmph! With this, how can the match be fair?”

Fang Yichen shook his head, explaining, “Elder Jiang, you misunderstand. Nether artifacts, pills, puppets—all are merely aids. If nether artifacts can be used, why not pills?”

“But you gave him a pill that damages his cultivation. Hmph, I’m beginning to wonder—who exactly is Fang Ping to you? The younger generation of the Fang family is dwindling; you’ve finally got an exceptionally gifted heir, yet you give him such a domineering pill?” Jiang Yuehai sneered repeatedly, shoulders shaking, his eyes once again flashing with provocative light. He stared brazenly at Fang Yichen and Fang Chuhan, his words sharp and irrefutable. “Longxiao Pill! Ha, your Fang family will do anything for victory!”

Watching Fang Ping, who seemed transformed, Duan Xingyun sensed trouble and asked, “Master, what is the Longxiao Pill?”

“It’s a supreme dark pill. In my view, it’s almost a nether artifact. Its effect is to stimulate all nether power within the body and, for a short time, elevate one’s nether power by a stage. But once the effect fades, cultivation drops by a stage,” Xuan Xingzi answered solemnly, his eyes reflecting shock. “Usually, this pill is given only to death warriors undertaking special missions—rarely would anyone give it to their own heir!”

Duan Xingyun suddenly understood, a cold smile on his lips. Yet he was disinclined to mock the Fang family further and continued to observe the battle.

Jiang Feng’s punch was caught firmly in Fang Ping’s hand; Jiang Feng tried to withdraw it but found himself powerless.

At the same time, Fang Ping stepped with profound precision, unleashing the razor edge of the Forgetfulness Dagger at high speed, transforming into a tangible yet intangible stream of light. His dagger struck, the air reverberating; in an instant, it was as if ten thousand horses thundered together, all pounding against Jiang Feng. Though Jiang Feng donned the Xuantian Return Spirit Armor, its brilliance was shaken, cracks split the light, and shattering sounds rang out.

“That’s the Longxiao Pill, a pill that instantly boosts strength!” Jue immediately saw through the deception and mocked, “I thought this fellow had talent, but since he chose the Longxiao Pill, his gifts will surely be eroded. Such a foolish pill, consuming life, talent, and nether power; I can’t believe someone would willingly take it.”

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Jiang Feng’s body wavered repeatedly; though Fang Ping’s previous strike was fierce and dominant, it failed to harm Jiang Feng. His palms vibrated, nether power surged, and though he used only the Xuantian Divine Palm, its form was vastly different from before—expansive and forceful, each palm containing the might of ten thousand galloping horses. Though not as powerful as his Heaven and Earth Manifestation, it was still extremely fierce, surging like the ancient tides.

Each palm he struck was like a tidal cold wave, a sea dragon breaking free, inspiring awe and terror.

“To think you’d resort to such a pill—I truly overestimated you!”

Jiang Feng’s cold laughter echoed in the air, his whole person transformed into a ghostly shadow, his hands swirling with countless lights. A dense concentration of nether power was constantly compressed, and within those lights, innumerable black holes formed, devouring the nether power from Fang Ping’s Forgetfulness Dagger and absorbing it as his own. This was the result of him integrating ‘Infinite Devouring.’

Pop!

Sensing danger, Fang Ping’s hands moved in a rapid dance, forming intricate seals. Once again, countless streams of water materialized from thin air. This time, however, the Sea God did not appear; instead, Fang Ping summoned only the Sea God’s trident, the Soul Banner, and the Sea Dragon Shield—three nether artifacts. Simultaneously, countless giant whales formed from waves appeared at his side.

These whales numbered in the hundreds, layered and magnificent to behold, unleashing boundless strength as they surged toward Jiang Feng.

“Hmph, every nether technique you use now is over-drawing your talent and life. I would not bother competing with you for rank, but since this involves the interests of two great families, I have no choice but to defeat you and apologize afterward!”

Jiang Feng’s words were meant to pressure Fang Ping, for he was alarmed to see Fang Ping, now possessing seventh-stage nether power, wielding water techniques that truly conjured tidal whales—each strike capable of producing the terrifying effect of tides crashing and whales absorbing water. An ordinary person struck by this would be reduced to a bloody pulp.

Yet Jiang Feng was confident he could defeat Fang Ping, for his Infinite Devouring would absorb the power from Fang Ping’s nether techniques, thereby strengthening himself. In truth, his body had become the Rivers and Mountains Vessel, destined to draw in the energy from Fang Ping’s nether arts, augmenting his own power.

Jiang Feng, seeing this, flicked his fingers rapidly, condensing nether power into spheres that shot out with a whirling motion, blocking the force of the whales. Meanwhile, he injected new nether power into his Xuantian Divine Palm, causing a tremor as hundreds of nether threads danced, tearing the space into fragments. This was a move from his Infinite Devouring technique: Devour and Sever!