Chapter 494: I'll Beat You If You Don't Talk

The Netherworld Ghost King was an exceptionally bizarre entity. It would likely be very difficult to get rid of him without using the Sea of Divine Soul as bait.

That was why Chu Feng had done it. This was his own Sea of Divine Soul—his home turf. Taking the enemy out here would be much easier.

At the very least, once his opponent was inside, leaving wouldn’t be so simple.

As Chu Feng fled, he glanced back, killing intent surging in his eyes.

Even as the Netherworld Ghost King continuously invaded his Sea of Divine Soul, Chu Feng remained calm. He would have the Wealth God’s Order in his grasp very soon.

After all, the God of Wealth was a true Immortal God. His status was far superior to this so-called Netherworld Ghost King; the two weren’t even in the same league.

With the Wealth God’s Order in hand, the Netherworld Ghost King was simply courting death by trying to seize his Sea of Divine Soul.

“Keep running, kid! I’d like to see where you can possibly go. Stop wasting your energy. Just give in and merge with me. Then, you will be me, and I will be you. I’ll be the one to lead you to even greater strength.” The Netherworld Ghost King’s face twisted into a savage sneer, his smile brimming with smug satisfaction.

He was ecstatic. After waiting for so many years, he had finally found a body perfectly suited for possession. How could he not be overjoyed?

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried with others before, including some of the top experts at the Martial Arts Limit. But the result was always a single word: death.

No matter how powerful they were, their Sea of Divine Soul was ultimately too weak. The moment he invaded, it would inevitably collapse.

“Hah! You’re dreaming. Do you really think you can take my body?” Chu Feng sneered, his eyes filled with derision.

“You’re at death’s door and still talking tough? I refuse to believe you have any other tricks up your sleeve. I’ve already taken over nearly half of your Sea of Divine Soul. Once I’ve occupied it completely, you’ll be utterly dead! Then, I will be the master here!” The Netherworld Ghost King roared with laughter, his smile smug and full of confidence.

“You’re so naive. Did you really think I’d let you invade my Sea of Divine Soul so easily? In this Dharma Decline Era, what do you think I relied on to reach my current level of Cultivation? Without a proper lineage, do you think anyone can just suddenly become a Spirit Cultivator?” Chu Feng said with a smile, the grin at the corner of his mouth widening.

“Is that so? Then I’d love to see what other tricks you have. Go on, show me everything you’ve got,” the Netherworld Ghost King said with contempt. He believed Chu Feng was a spent force, with no hope of escape.

“Now that you’ve entered my Sea of Divine Soul, you’re the one who can’t escape. If you had faced me in the outside world, perhaps I wouldn’t have been your match. There might have been nothing I could do to you.”

“But you’ve entered my Sea of Divine Soul now. This is my domain. You’re never getting out.”

As soon as Chu Feng finished speaking, a glittering golden Token materialized in his hand in the very next instant.

The moment this Token appeared, Chu Feng’s entire Sea of Divine Soul began to churn violently.

It was as if monstrous waves had been stirred up. When the Netherworld Sect Leader saw it, his heart dropped and his face fell.

“Th-This is the Token of a True God!” the Netherworld Ghost King shrieked in terror, thoroughly spooked.

He never imagined that the Spirit Cultivator he had finally managed to find would have such a powerful background and possess the Token of a True God.

“So you do recognize its value,” Chu Feng sneered. “Be suppressed!” With a flip of his hand, he pressed down, and the Wealth God’s Order erupted with boundless light.

Chu Feng showed not the slightest bit of courtesy toward this so-called Netherworld Ghost King.

The fiend had intended to kill him. Now that he had the chance to counterattack, there was no way he would let him get away.

The Wealth God’s Order was a Token given to him by the God of Wealth, and the power it contained was immense. A single strike would likely be enough to finish off the Netherworld Ghost King for good.

“Wait! Wait, Chu Feng! Have mercy! I won’t invade your Sea of Divine Soul anymore! I’ll leave right now!” the Netherworld Ghost King screamed in terror.

He was terrified now, bitterly regretting ever running into this Chu Feng.

“What? Scared now? Thinking of leaving? Why didn’t you think of that earlier?” Chu Feng sneered as the Wealth God’s Order in his hand came crashing down.

‘Give him a chance? Not happening. Just finish him.’

BOOM!

The Wealth God’s Order crashed down, unleashing a deafening roar.

BANG!

The Netherworld Ghost King was instantly immobilized by a terrifying force, and his entire being was sent flying. The brutal impact sent him reeling, coughing up blood.

“Speak. Where did all the Cultivators of the past go? And the Immortal Gods of the Celestial Court?” Chu Feng demanded.

“Let me go and I’ll tell you! If you don’t, I’m not saying a word!” the Netherworld Ghost King yelled.

“If you don’t want to talk, then you can just die.” Chu Feng had no patience for him.

‘He won’t talk? Then I’ll just have to beat it out of him.’

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Wealth God’s Order in his hand struck out again and again, viciously smashing into the fiend’s body. With each strike, the Ghost King’s form grew a little dimmer, accompanied by his piercing, miserable shrieks.

It was obvious that after such a savage beating, not only was the fiend in agony, but he was also on the verge of death.