bookbashuk After the Battle of 831.1
After the Battle of 831.1
As time passed, the deafening roar of energy caused by the battle aura finally subsided completely. The air was filled with the smell of burning, but the ravaged earth below still showed just how intense the battle had been.
After the attack ended, Xiao Yan immediately took out an energy core from his storage ring to replenish his energy. The pressure that Ling Fengzhui had put on him was really immense, and it was indeed not easy to defeat him.
Among these prodigies descended from the Dou Di, there are indeed ancient demons and Ling Zhuo who have committed countless evil deeds entirely due to their backgrounds. However, the truly outstanding prodigies among the eight clans should not be underestimated at all.
As the pure Dou Qi entered his body, Xiao Yan felt his body become full again, and at the same time, he secretly reflected on today's battle.
In fact, the Crimson Tide Ninefold was already the strongest fighting technique Xiao Yan could use besides the Five-Colored Fire Lotus. Of course, when he was initially competing for a spot in the Xiao Clan, Xiao Yan actually held back, since so many people were watching. It was more about testing the power of the Heavenly Rank fighting technique than going all out.
However, Xiao Yan had already done everything he could do. Using the Five-Colored Fire Lotus required the help of the Void Devouring Flame Sub-Flame, which was not Xiao Yan's best option.
Xiao Yan realized that his Dou Qi had been significantly depleted from the start, and the remaining Dou Qi was completely exhausted by that Heaven-rank Dou Technique. He understood why, despite having seen so many descendants of Dou Di, they rarely used Heaven-rank Dou Techniques. After all, while there weren't many Dou Sheng-level experts among the descendants of Dou Di, there were certainly quite a few. After years of accumulation, they should have a large number of Heaven-rank Dou Techniques.
It wasn't until Xiao Yan personally tried this Heaven-rank Dou Technique that he realized the difference in Dou Qi requirements between it and Earth-rank Dou Techniques was like night and day. The prestige of a Heaven-rank Dou Technique truly justifies the fact that it must be created by a Dou Sheng-level expert.
Xiao Yan believed that after his various fortuitous encounters, his Dou Qi level was already quite good among the semi-saint level. Even ordinary members of the Eight Clans would never have Xiao Yan's total Dou Qi.
However, even at his peak, Xiao Yan could only manage to use two Heaven-Rank Battle Techniques consecutively. Heaven-Rank Battle Techniques were only suitable as true trump cards.
Most of these geniuses from the eight clans are still only at the half-saint level. Even if they are stronger than me, their strength is still very limited. For me, the situation is almost the same; they can only be used as a trump card.
Xun'er went to great lengths to give herself the Emperor Seal Technique, a combination of combat skills, and the fact that this skill was stuck at the advanced Earth Rank stage.
As for his other important trump card, the Five-Colored Fire Lotus not only requires even more battle qi, but the Void Devouring Flame Sub-Fire is also an unstable factor and is not suitable for use in all situations.
After Xiao Yan recovered his Dou Qi to about 40%, he did not continue to recover. Although Ling Fengzhui had been submerged by his Ninefold Crimson Tide, Xiao Yan still had a feeling that Ling Fengzhui should not have died directly from his attack.
When Xiao Yan saw the surface, which had become pitted and unsightly after he had washed it several times, his powerful perception brought by his Heavenly Realm soul accurately detected Ling Fengzhui's aura.
"He's still alive!"
Xiao Yan moved and arrived not far from the aura. Although Ling Fengzhui did not die from Xiao Yan's attack, his aura was now quite weak. He no longer had the imposing aura of a half-saint level. It could even be said that Ling Fengzhui was now in a pitiful state.
Ling Fengzhui's clothes had been completely turned to ashes, and the dark shadow covering half of his body had also disappeared. Most of his body was now charred, and most parts of his body were unable to move. In particular, a huge hole had appeared in his waist and abdomen, with broken bones and some internal organs exposed to the scorching air. However, because of the collision with the strange fire, there was no blood flowing out.
Ling Fengzhui's iconic ghost mask was nearly half shattered, revealing a face devoid of any life force. His aura was extremely weak, and if it weren't for the fact that he was still breathing, Xiao Yan would hardly believe that he was still alive.
His eyes were barely open, barely slits, his pupils cloudy, devoid of any light, appearing exceptionally empty.
The only thing that slightly shocked Xiao Yan was that Ling Fengzhui's right hand was still tightly gripping his sword. Although the ice crystals on the blade had completely disappeared, Ling Fengzhui still held it firmly in his hand.
Xiao Yan looked down at his dying opponent, his voice low and cold.
"Ling Fengzhui, you've lost."
Ling Fengzhui also sensed Xiao Yan's presence. He barely opened his eyes, his voice extremely hoarse, and coughed several times with blood and foam.
"Cough cough cough... Yeah... You're really strong..." Ling Fengzhui said weakly, barely managing to speak.
"Why didn't you self-destruct and escape?" Xiao Yan asked, looking at Ling Fengzhui's battered body.
With the strength of Ling Feng chasing that late-stage peak Half-Saint, and even briefly touching the threshold of Dou Sheng at the last moment by using the clan mark, as a genius of the Spirit Clan, he was definitely not lacking in the secret technique of cutting off his tail to escape. If, at the last moment when the Ninefold Crimson Tide was about to hit him, he had chosen to harden his heart and self-destruct his body, sacrificing his physical body to unleash all his power in an instant and forcefully break through, then, given that Xiao Yan's Dou Qi was only one-tenth of what it used to be, he would have had to pay a huge price to stop a Half-Saint soul who was determined to escape.
Xiao Yan asked himself honestly, and he realized it was almost impossible to have absolute certainty of stopping a half-saint soul who was determined to escape. This was undoubtedly Ling Fengzhui's last and most promising chance of survival. However, Ling Fengzhui had clearly given up on his own in the end, which is why he was now in a state of severe physical and spiritual damage, and on the verge of death.
Upon hearing this question, Ling Fengzhui's face twitched almost imperceptibly, as if he were trying to force a smile but ultimately failed. A complex emotion flickered deep within his barely open eyes—not the resentment of losing to Xiao Yan, but rather a sense of relief.
He spoke again, his voice still weak: "Heh heh... self-destruction would be too pathetic..."
He paused, now barely able to breathe: "Choosing to self-destruct... would mean losing my physical body... leaving only a remnant soul in this Heavenly Tomb... that would be too undignified. This way... is better..."