Chapter 559 - 331: A Hundred Acupoints Open to Divinity, the Conspiracy Bares Its Fangs

Wisps of nascent Life and Death power silently blended into the attack.

This series of moves was as smooth as flowing water—it was the most sustained conventional attack he could currently muster, and the one that best tested his overall abilities!

SHHNK!

Empowered by the Breaking Mortality Divine Technique, the Flying Sword, Broken Star, easily tore through the Illusionary Light Shield and left a gash deep enough to expose bone on the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth’s fragile body.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth shrieked in pain. Flesh writhed and Divine Power surged around the wound as it attempted to heal.

But in the next moment, something strange happened.

Far from healing, the wound began to shrivel and turn a deathly gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the Life Force in that patch of flesh had been instantly drained.

"It’s working!"

Han Feng’s eyes lit up as he began to circle the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth at high speed.

Relying on the Mach 5 hyper-maneuverability granted by his Spirit Armor, he maintained a distance of over four hundred meters, kiting the Tier Four Divine and treating it like a living target.

Under the control of his Divine Thought, the Flying Sword, Broken Star, became a silver specter of death, inflicting new wounds on the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth time and time again.

Hundreds of sword marks, thousands of piercings!

After more than half an hour, the once menacing Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth was now a wretched sight.

Its enormous body was covered in spreading, deathly gray spots of all sizes. Its flight speed grew slower and slower, and the power of its Spiritual Shocks was greatly diminished.

Nearly half of its internal Life Force and Divine Power had been drained away by the continuous pull of the Life and Death power.

「An hour later.」

As Han Feng’s final Flying Sword strike pierced its head, the Divine being, reborn in the Illusion Realm, let out an unwilling cry. Its massive body completely disintegrated into ash and vanished into thin air.

"An hour."

Han Feng exhaled.

This test gave him an incredibly clear understanding of his current strength.

His conventional physical combat power had a high ceiling, but it was also like death by a thousand cuts.

When facing a Tier Four Middle Stage Wild God whose Spiritual Attacks were ineffective against him, he could rely on his superior mobility and the Life and Death Trait to slowly grind it down.

But this also exposed a problem.

If his opponent wasn’t a soft target focused on Spiritual Attacks, but someone like Qing Shan who possessed a Gravity Domain to counter his speed, or some other physical domain, his kiting tactics would be completely useless.

’I should save my physical attacks for crushing weaker opponents. Right now, it’s still a struggle to take down Divine beings with physical attacks alone.’

Han Feng shook his head and began to assess his Divine Soul Attacks.

’After the Three-Inch Heart Sword reached the Small Success stage, its power has skyrocketed.’

’Against a Tier Four Middle Stage Wild God like the Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth, a single sword strike could probably inflict heavy damage. Three strikes would be enough to obliterate its Divine Soul.’

’As for a Tier Four Middle Stage Divine, even one from an orthodox lineage that has achieved Unity of Spirit and Body... without even using the Divine Power Module, a few surprise Illusory Sword strikes would be enough to make them suffer.’

’If I activated the Divine Power Module for a boost and exhausted my Sword Aura and Spiritual Essence in a single strike, a Tier Four Middle Stage Divine absolutely couldn’t withstand it. Even if they didn’t die, their Divine Soul would be shattered.’

’And against a Tier Four Late Stage like Qing Shan...’

’I can still only injure him, not kill him.’ Han Feng’s expression turned grim.

He could heavily wound and repel Qing Shan now, but that relied on the Sword Tomb Space, his cheat code for infinite energy regeneration, as well as his reserves of Spiritual Essence.

If either of those were restricted, his combat endurance would be drastically reduced.

If he were besieged by two or three Tier Four Middle Stage Divines, his only option would be to flee.

’All things considered, with sufficient resources, I can take on a Tier Four Middle Stage head-on or insta-kill one with a sneak attack.’

’Against a Tier Four Late Stage, I can defend myself and look for an opportunity to wound them.’

’And anyone below Tier Four is just cannon fodder, no matter how many there are—unless they have some life-saving trump card bestowed by a Tier Five powerhouse.’

This assessment satisfied Han Feng, yet it also made him more vigilant.

The waters of Dragon Abyss ran deeper than he had imagined.

Behind Qing Shan was Profound Prison, and behind Profound Prison was the Ancient God Xuanwu Tribe.

Who knew what trump cards a faction with such an ancient, well-established lineage might be hiding.

’The strategy remains the same. I’ll pick the low-hanging fruit first.’

He decided that his next targets would be lone Wild Gods without powerful backers.

He would first accumulate enough Life Essence and Spiritual Essence, advance his Cultivation of the Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique to a higher level, and then raise the Grade of Broken Star.

’Once my Enlightenment reaches Perfection, my body achieves sainthood, and my Divine Soul’s power surpasses ten thousand, I’ll come find you big brutes and we’ll have a nice, long "chat" about life,’ Han Feng muttered before exiting the Martial Arts Illusion Realm.

It was time to go out and see how his "employee," Ye Jinghong, had developed the "company’s business."

Han Feng exited the Sword Tomb Space.

The one hundred and ten acupoints in his body linked together into a network of faint light. Sword Aura surged through them without end, filling him with an unprecedented sense of power. He casually clenched his fist, and a faint CRACKLE echoed in the air.

’Alright, mission accomplished.’

In high spirits, Han Feng pushed open the stone door of the Quiet Chamber.

The scene outside the door made him freeze on the spot.

The quiet, temporary camp he expected was gone, replaced by a fledgling steel air-harbor.

Countless floating vessels of all sizes zipped through the air, constantly taking off and landing.

On the ground, large numbers of Martial Artists in assorted attire hurried about. The sounds of hawking, arguing, and the roar of machinery blended together, creating a cacophony brimming with vibrant energy.