Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 51: Chapter 50 Crazy_1

This place was still at a great height above the ground, but for Fu Qian, that was no longer a problem.

He jumped down silently from above and walked straight to the front of the stone throne.

Feng Yunhong sat on the stone throne with his eyes tightly closed, motionless, showing no reaction to Fu Qian’s arrival.

At this distance, the whimpers were already very clear, and one could even see the vague faces on Feng Yunhong’s body.

Each one had an expression of ferocious agony, as if enduring immense pain.

Since Feng Yunhong had no reaction, Fu Qian quietly observed, not missing any detail.

The scene, along with the mysterious patterns surrounding it, allowed one to infer that the stone throne was quite a special existence.

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

Soon, Fu Qian noticed that the whimpers were growing fainter, the faces more blurred, until they disappeared one by one beneath the skin.

Even Feng Yunhong’s physique seemed to shrink a bit, not as exaggerated as before.

The effect was quite remarkable!

Fu Qian shook his hands and took a step forward.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong suddenly opened his eyes and stared him down intently.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Good day to you, Elder Feng!”

Without a hint of embarrassment at being caught in the act, Fu Qian greeted him with composure.

Feng Yunhong let out a cold laugh.

“Fool, do you really think I have lost consciousness?”

“From the moment you came down, I noticed you.”

I wouldn’t know that? Fu Qian sighed.

Based on prior experiences, it was clear that this person was extremely wary.

Even if, after hearing his words, Feng Yunhong became anxious to deal with the hidden dangers, he wouldn’t lay bare his secrets without a fallback in front of others.

This guy had been mingling around here for many decades, his familiarity with the surroundings was beyond imagination; Fu Qian never thought he could deceive him, nor had he made any effort to hide his form.

Watching Fu Qian, Feng Yunhong wore a cruel smile.

“With your suspicious words, you think I would believe you? I’ve been busy just now and let you live a little longer.”

“Had you made a move earlier, you might have caused me some trouble, but now, you’re only facing one outcome.”

“Just like those things just now, right?”

Fu Qian replied lazily.

“May I be so bold as to ask what you were doing just now?”

“You can guess.”

Feng Yunhong stood up from the stone throne.

“It doesn’t matter if you can’t guess, you’ll soon experience it.”

He picked up the long halberd beside him with one hand.

“Believe me, you’ll experience it for a long, long time…”

“Well, that’s not bad.”

“You really are ignorant of death!”

Feng Yunhong swung his long halberd with a glint of cold light, and Fu Qian narrowly dodged the attack by a hair’s breadth.

“Pretty fast at running away.”

Feng Yunhong snorted, his long halberd in motion, unleashing endless streaks of cold light.

The capability of this stranger who came out of nowhere was indeed not bad, and worst of all, he knew too much.

He had already developed a killing intent; he absolutely could not let Fu Qian escape.

Unexpectedly, the other party showed no intention of running away. Instead of retreating, he advanced, dodging the long halberd and engaging in close combat.

Had this man gone mad?

While somewhat perplexed by Fu Qian’s suicidal behavior, Feng Yunhong was merciless in his attacks, intent on a swift and decisive victory.

Feng Yunhong wielded his halberd expertly, and the gap in their realms enabled him to dominate the confrontation.

Quickly, unable to dodge, a bloodstain appeared on Fu Qian’s arm.

Just as Feng Yunhong was about to press the attack, a flash of scarlet brilliance suddenly appeared in front of him.

Crack!

The Scarlet Whip that appeared out of the Void landed solidly on Feng Yunhong’s body.

A hidden weapon? Feng Yunhong was startled, and seeing Fu Qian with empty hands, he couldn’t determine the source of the attack.

Before he could figure it out, the next moment, a strong sense of irritability surged in Feng Yunhong’s heart, giving him an urge to tear everything around him to shreds.

“What is this?”

Shocked, Feng Yunhong swiftly increased the distance, pointing his long halberd at Fu Qian.

“Master Feng, you’re so full of energy, let me help you liven up even more.”

Fu Qian chuckled and, without pause, charged forward to engage in close combat once again.

From the start, he had never planned to run.

At a glance, Feng Yunhong seemed to be in quite a good condition.

With the influence of the stone seat, the discordance in his body was almost completely suppressed, turning any engagement with him into suicidal behavior at this time.

But Fu Qian was certain that the twenty-six blood-drained heads were still there and had not truly been annihilated.

If they were so easily digested, how could Feng Yunhong remain troubled by them for decades?

He believed that with the right stimulus, they would become active once again.

Under such circumstances, it was a perfect opportunity for Tyrant’s Fist to come into play.

Chi Hesheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimwood… all of you get fired up.

What the hell is going on?

As time went by, Feng Yunhong became more and more apprehensive as he fought, his long halberd glowing coldly in a continuous blur, leaving one wound after another on his opponent.

Yet, this guy was obviously incredibly resilient; despite being covered in wounds, he never fell, not even slowing down appreciably.

Meanwhile, Feng Yunhong had already been lashed by the Scarlet Whip more than a dozen times.

With each strike, the mania in his heart intensified, and now his violent emotions were so elevated that they even began to affect his attacks.

And that wasn’t the worst part!

The Transcendents’ consciousness, originally suppressed steadily, was showing signs of instability.

The wails reemerged, clearly affected by the raging emotions, and the state became exceedingly unstable.

I can’t drag this out any longer!

Feng Yunhong made up his mind and let out an ear-splitting roar.

The massive wave of sound echoed inside the building, causing Fu Qian, who was rushing forward, to stagger.

Simultaneously, the long halberd, moving even faster than before, tore through Fu Qian’s body.

You have secrets, and I haven’t been fighting with all my strength just now.

Looking at the neck that was nearly severed completely, Feng Yunhong revealed a sinister smile.

However, before he could catch his breath, a Scarlet Whip crashed down on his head, completely igniting the frenzy in his heart.

How is this possible!

Seeing his opponent still standing, Feng Yunhong froze.

“Master, don’t get distracted!”

A mouth had grown on the palm of Fu Qian’s right hand, speaking in a mocking tone.

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

Trying Feast for the first time in combat, the effect is even better than I imagined!

To some extent, I now have no vital spots at all.

A new head quickly sprouted, and Fu Qian did not stop his hand movements for a moment as the Scarlet Whip lashed furiously on Feng Yunhong’s body.

Under the effect of Tyrant’s Fist, the wails around the latter grew louder, and parts of his body even started to twist.

“Do you think you’ve won?”

Realizing that the chaos in his mind and body was irreparable, Feng Yunhong let out a harsh roar.

The next moment, he actually threw away his long halberd and reached out to grab Fu Qian’s neck.

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