ATPnovel Chapter 1872 - 1873: Trapped in Despair!
Chapter 1872 - 1873: Trapped in Despair!
Sure, here is the translated text:"Damn it! Damn it!"
Ling Feng was trembling all over with anger, frantically pounding the surrounding Sword Cage.
"Bang!"
Another strike shot out, and the body of the Star Palace Master fell down with a blood hole bursting open at the center of his brows.
Another Hall Master died at the hands of the Sky Dragon Sword Saint.
"Bang!"
The third strike, Jingfeng Palace Master Zuo Feiqing, dead!
"Hahahaha!"
"No! Don’t!"
On one side was the fierce laughter of the Sky Dragon Sword Saint, while on the other side were the agonizing wails of the surviving Hall Masters, forming an incredibly intense and stark contrast.
Ling Feng’s eyes were bloodshot and filled with blood light.
Boom!
Finally, a loud explosion erupted, smashing the cage that trapped Ling Feng into pieces.
"What?"
The Sky Dragon Sword Saint’s eyelid twitched; Ling Feng had actually shattered his Holy Mark!
"You——deserve——to——die!"
Ling Feng was nearly consumed by fury, a bloodline flickering on his forehead, almost about to open the Shura’s Eye!
"Humph, since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!"
Though surprised by Ling Feng’s explosive power, which could destroy his Holy Mark, Ling Feng was ultimately just a small Emperor Realm, posing no real threat before him.
Boom!
A palm swung down, and from the sky descended a massive hand seal over a hundred meters long, pressing directly down on Ling Feng, pinning him to the ground, immobilizing him.
Crack!
The sound of bones breaking echoed, as blood poured from Ling Feng’s seven orifices, his entire body nearly crushed into a pulp.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you’re really tough-skinned!"
The Sky Dragon Sword Saint was somewhat surprised; taking a strike with half his power, Ling Feng was still alive!
His Life Force was extraordinarily resilient!
"Puh!"
Ling Feng spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, as his Divine Power rapidly declined. Those twelve revived Corpse Puppets suddenly became sluggish, the Reincarnation Seal’s power gradually vanished, and they were about to fall back into slumber.
"Bad!"
Little Qiongqi’s large eyes spun erratically, he could feel Ling Feng’s aura continuously weakening; could it be his new master was so short-lived?
Boom!
With the weakening of Emperor Tian Yan and the other three Corpse Puppets, the Blood Shadow Alliance Leader finally broke through the blockade, freeing himself again.
Swish!
The figure flashed, as the Blood Shadow Alliance Leader flew next to the Sky Dragon Sword Saint, saluting him, seeing the situation was under his control, "Thank you, senior, for your intervention!"
"Humph!"
The Sky Dragon Sword Saint cast a cold glance at him, indifferently said, "In this battle, my Dragon Sword Mansion lost a Quasi-Saint, this loss is also on you."
"This... yes!"
The Blood Shadow Alliance Leader gritted his teeth, although his heart was filled with hatred, he could only nod.
In this world, strength is revered, the bigger fist is logic.
"Alright, step aside, after I handle this kid, the rest is yours to sort out."
After speaking, the Sky Dragon Sword Saint stepped towards Ling Feng.
According to those Dragon Sword Mansion disciples who returned alive from Sunset Ancient City, Ling Feng has received the Great Wilderness Sword Saint’s legacy. Not only that, being merely at the early Emperor Realm, he possesses the Silver Battle Soul, indicating rather formidable Soul Dao Secret Techniques.
On Ling Feng’s body, there undoubtedly lies secrets more precious than the entire East Spirit Immortal Pond’s Treasure Vault.
And now, these secrets undoubtedly belong to the Sky Dragon Sword Saint.
"It’s over, this kid Ling Feng might really be done for!"
Inside the Five Elements Heavenly Palace, Despicable Donkey fretted like an ant on a hot pan, spinning around aimlessly.
That’s a Saint Level expert!
Even if it charged out, it’d just end up a dead donkey at best.
Little Qiongqi and Zi Feng, frowned deeply as they witnessed Ling Feng’s crisis, helpless to intervene.
The new member of the Five Elements Heavenly Palace, the ’Yellow Emperor’ Huang Shaotian muttered, "Damn, isn’t this kid the protagonist? The protagonist should have the Immortal Aura, right? Since this kid has been recognized by the Eastern Emperor Bell, he shouldn’t die so easily, right?"
"Hey, you claim to be the leader of the Five Emperors, boasting about your greatness all the time, why not show something now?"
Despicable Donkey glared at Huang Shaotian, who shrugged, said helplessly, "What can I do, I can’t control the Eastern Emperor Bell now. Besides, I only have a residual soul left, going out would leave nothing of me!"
"Sigh, seems like Ling Feng is doomed this time, we better think about dividing the inheritance!"
Despicable Donkey slyly eyed around, truly beginning to assess what’s valuable.
"Puh!"
At that moment, Zi Feng let out a muffled grunt, suddenly spewing blood, seemingly suffering severe injuries. (PS: previously mentioned, Zi Feng parasitically controlled Long Xingye’s body, so now he’s in human form.)
"What the heck?" Despicable Donkey’s eyelid twitched, exclaimed, "Zi Feng, why the hell are you suddenly spewing blood?"
"I share Life Force with the master, as long as I don’t die, the master won’t die either."
Zi Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face bitter, "But at this rate, the Life Force I saved before would probably be consumed completely!"
At this point, the Sky Dragon Sword Saint grabbed Ling Feng’s collar, lifted him high, punching heavily into Ling Feng’s abdomen, making him spit blood continuously.
However, curiously enough, Ling Feng’s internal organs were almost all blasted by the Sky Dragon Sword Saint, logically speaking, he should have been dead long ago. Yet, he endured!
Despite his weak life aura, he’s still tenaciously alive.
Even the Sky Dragon Sword Saint looked at Ling Feng with astonishment, "You’re really tough, kid!"
The surviving Five Hall Masters all had serious expressions, watching the Sky Dragon Sword Saint continuously torment Ling Feng, their hearts filled with nothing but despair.
It’s all over.
The Three Quasi-Saints, the Immortal Pond Sect Leader, the Eight Hall Masters, dead or injured, the rest falling to captives.
East Spirit Immortal Pond was no more!
"Ling Feng!"
"Senior Brother Ling!"
"Junior Brother Ling!"
Among the disciples, those close to Ling Feng, like Tuoba Yan, Qing Ping Fairy, Ning Guichen, Chu Tiange, Yan Guying, Lee Fei, Fong Ling... all showed expressions of sorrow.
All along, Ling Feng created one miracle after another, leading them to believe he would save everything, but now...
It’s over, everything is over!
East Spirit Immortal Pond is finished, and the fate awaiting them is either death, or slavery!
"Ling Feng..."
Toba Yan’s eyes were brimming with tears, tempted to rush out, but was held back by other disciples.
Even if she went out, it wouldn’t change anything, just a pointless waste of a life.
"Boom!"
Another punch slammed into Ling Feng’s abdomen, making him vomit blood mixed with stomach acid, his body almost completely numb.
Saint Level is incredibly strong.
Even having broken through to the Emperor Level, even possessing the Silver Battle Soul, couldn’t bridge the enormous gap.
Ling Feng’s consciousness gradually blurred, vaguely, he seemed to see Lin Canglang, seemed to see Yaan Jinghong, those opponents who once perished under his hands, each coldly smiling, as if waiting for him to fall into Abyss Hell.
Seems like this is his final end?