The Sacred Ruins

Chapter 234: Great Dao Treasured Bottle

Translator: Alsey Editor: Chrissy

Hei Teng’s strength didn’t diminish after transforming and, in fact, he became even more imposing. He possessed a well-built physique and long black hair. His eyes were releasing cold crackles of electricity like a terrifying demonic god.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, all the pores on his body relaxed. Black light poured out from within like a terrifying energy field that even caused the mountain to tremble.

Large trees were uprooted around him in succession and rocks hundreds of kilograms in weight were lifted off the ground by an invisible force, sending mud flying everywhere.

Astonishing strength surged out to influence the surroundings as he circulated his mysterious energy. The giant trees burst apart as rocks and debris revolved around him like a tornado.

"Kill!"

He shouted loudly before dashing out like a streak of black lightning. His right hand opened up—its texture was lustrous and metallic—the clawed hand descended upon Chu Feng’s head.

It was like an indomitable dragon claw. Its speed broke through the sound barrier and caused the air to explode, sending sand and dirt flying everywhere. It was a shocking scene.

Thump!

Fist and claw clashed. The snow-white radiance and sable brilliance burst out in contrast like a collision between a black world and a white one. The exchange released terrifying energy fluctuations.

With a boom, the whole area was filled with an astonishing explosion. The surface of the ground had been torn asunder and black meter-wide cracks filled the land.

It wasn’t too difficult to imagine the destructive power contained within.

The two warriors moved at high speed and exchanged intensive blows. Only their silhouettes were visible within the blinding lights. It was as if two demonic gods were exchanging blows.

Swoosh!

After hundreds of clashes, the two separated at lightning speed and retreated over a hundred meters respectively.

Chu Feng’s fists were covered with traces of blood from where the dragon claws had wounded him. Some blood trickled out but they weren’t serious wounds.

Hei Teng’s nails were painted with streaks of blood, not unlike Chu Feng. Even his flood dragon body had sustained some damage during this life and death battle.

The ground was in complete disorder; splintered trees and flying leaves were scattered everywhere, and as if a meteor had just struck this place, there was a huge crater with several cracks running around it.

In the distance, the witnesses all felt fearful. Chu Feng wasn’t at all disadvantaged when pitted against the Black Dragon Crown Prince of the Southern Sea!

One had to know that the enemy was of the dragon race and had severed six shackles!

Lights flashed deep within the eyes of these bystanders as they recalled the rumors of how Chu Feng was in possession of a peerless breathing technique. They were all feeling excited and jealous.

Hei Teng was tall and stout, his skin was the color of wheat and shone with translucent radiance. The mere sight of him made people feel a stunning power from within.

He fixed his gaze upon Chu Feng as beams of light shot out from his eyes. His whole being was permeated by draconic might, and suddenly, an ephemeral flood dragon appeared behind him.

At this moment, even king level entities would feel apprehensive and feel an involuntary will to submit. This was a type of bloodline suppression.

Chu Feng coldly snorted. He had made certain that the opponent wouldn’t dare to utilize his full strength. His body wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

His body tensed up. His sharp eyes and spiritual energy were all focused on the current battle, prepared to fight to the death with this black flood dragon.

"Your resilience greatly exceeds my expectations!" Hei Teng spoke. His penetrative eyes sized up Chu Feng hoping to see through the latter’s secrets.

Boom!

The next moment, the air exploded with a deafening boom. The black serpent had crossed hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye as if he was flying.

The trees in the forests shattered, grass and shrubbery were ground to fine powder, and the stones in the way exploded. It was as if the person had turned into a true dragon—nothing could stand in his way.

Hei Teng moved at extreme speeds and activated his killing technique, hoping to end the battle swiftly.

Boom!

Chu Feng made his move at lightning speed. His whole body was surging with radiant lights as he utilized all the energy stored in his body.

At the same time, he activated his fist techniques. The Demon Ox Technique was incomparably explosive. The strike was accompanied by thunderclaps as if lightning from the nine heavens were bombarding the land.

The terrifying roar of lightning reverberated throughout the mountainous land. Gigantic trees and huge rocks were blown apart. He was like a god of war, indomitable and unstoppable.

Thump!

The two men clashed once again over the grossly deformed land. The mountain had split apart and collapsed into waves of mud and rock, and giant trees were flung several tens of meters into the air.

The place no longer looked like a mountain but more like a sea as the earth billowed up and down amidst a hail of debris.

Both warriors possessed strong physique. They crashed through giant rocks and mountain tops at lightning speed during their intense melee.

They were both intent on finishing off the other as quickly as possible.

Chi!

Chu Feng shot out the flying knife in a burst of scarlet which crossed the short distance and slashed at Hei Teng, leaving a terrifying and bloody wound on his neck.

Unfortunately, he was unable to chop off the latter’s head despite the surprise attack as Hei Teng narrowly evaded the critical strike.

Almost at the same time, bloody wounds appeared on Chu Feng’s cheek and shoulder where he was struck by the black light.

They were caused by the horn hidden within Hei Teng’s hair. It shot out razor-sharp beams of black light, one of which came close to piercing Chu Feng’s skull.

Clang Clang Clang!

The flying knife, controlled by Chu Feng’s spiritual energy, was like a scarlet flood dragon. It wove up and down around Hei Teng’s head and suppressed his black horn.

The two were engaged in an intense physical fight.

Spiritual light surged out from Chu Feng’s eyes—the close distance was a great opportunity for him—the lightning talisman on his left palm appeared in a flash of brilliant light.

Boom!

A gigantic lightning bolt burst forth and illuminated the whole mountain. It was unstoppable!

Chu Feng had been waiting for a suitable opportunity all this time. He opened his palm and thrust the violent lightning towards Hei Teng’s abdomen.

He had wanted to use the Heavenly Master Demon Subduing Technique back at the airport but it was difficult for him to approach the snake’s abdomen. As such, he could only endure and wait for the right moment.

Chu Feng poured all his strength into the attack now that a rare opportunity had presented itself. The lightning, as bright as the proud sun, shot out from his palm and arced towards the enemy.

Hei Teng’s expression changed. He had sustained serious injuries to his abdomen and was nearly cut in half on Mount Longhu. The wound had yet to heal and was still bleeding.

He extended a hand to parry Chu Feng’s strike but, unfortunately for him, the lightning bolt had already reached his body. He had failed to block this sudden strike.

Pfft!

Fresh blood rapidly spurt out as the intense glow of lightning invaded Hei Teng’s abdomen. His expression rapidly changed—the powerful strike had landed squarely on his wound and had almost torn his waist apart.

"Ah..."

He miserably screamed with his hair fluttering hysterically behind him.

At the same time, he began to glow with a black radiance—many of his scales rose and shot out like murderous flying blades.

Chu Feng’s expression changed as he performed rapid evasive maneuvers. He also activated his fist seals and lightning but to no avail. They were simply too close to mount any form of effective defense.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft...

His shoulder, abdomen, and thigh bloomed with flowers of fresh blood. The black scales shot out from the opponent’s body were horribly sharp and sturdy.

Both warriors shot out with serious injuries.

Thump!

Chu Feng crashed into a cliff, causing it to collapse before sliding down from his point of impact. He was bloody all over with several holes in his body where the black scales had pierced through.

Hei Teng was in an even worse situation. He was sent flying and crashed into the mountainous terrain. Blood was flowing freely from his abdomen and he had almost been torn in two.

His injuries had not healed well since Mount Longhu—it had been infected by a certain type of mysterious energy which couldn’t be cleared out easily.

His pupils shot out black light as he gazed hatefully at Chu Feng. He had come so close to being torn apart just now by the latter’s sudden lightning attack.

The bloody Chu Feng stood up and was still smiling. The lightning ambush this time had worked quite well, effectively wounding the already weakened Hei Teng.

He held the diamond chakram in his hand and was resisting the urge to shoot it at the moment because he knew the difficulty level was too high at the moment.

In the distance, beast kings and corporate agents alike were gasping in astonishment as they looked on with fiery eyes.

Although the news around the internet was that Chu Feng had killed Schiller, Hollow Jade Temple had intervened in a timely manner to help him dispel this problem. They explained how it was actually a group of experts who had surrounded Schiller before.

Normal civilians wouldn’t investigate further while the various kings believed Lu Tong’s explanation. It was only natural because there was no logical way for an entity with four severed shackles to fight on par with one that had severed six.

But everyone, at the moment, was bearing witness to how the Black Dragon Crown Prince was being suppressed continuously and had almost been cut into two. It was truly astonishing!

"You’ve learnt some sort of odd breathing technique?" Hei Teng’s eyes were cold and sinister as he stared at Chu Feng. He was covetous of said technique even despite his wounds.

He believed a human with four severed shackles was not his match even if he was wounded. With his wondrous flood dragon bloodline, who would dare claim to be his equal?

He could suppress all the king level entities purely with his physique, but it seemed that from their last exchange, this enemy was not one of them.

As these words were spoken, the eyes of the various kings in the vicinity burned with desire.

Chi!

Hundreds of black scales rose up around Hei Teng in quick succession. These cold, razor-sharp scales were glistening with a dark metallic luster.

He wanted to kill Chu Feng without giving him another chance at retaliation. He felt a deep heartache because the scales he shot out would merge with his energy and eventually disappear.

If he kept exhausting them without control, he would soon be partially naked and without protection.

Chu Feng’s flying knife shot out as he raised his left hand—he was prepared to use the blade and lightning to protect himself. At the same time, a seed flew out and came to rest on his palm—this was his attack weapon.

The seed was radiant and translucent akin to a snow-white bottle. The green and gold patterns running across its surface twinkled like stars, giving this two-inch treasure a mysterious aura.

Although Chu Feng had long since tested out its might, this was the first time it would be used to attack an enemy.

"I’ll cut you down!" Hei Teng roared. He utilized his spiritual energy to control the hundreds of black scales to bombard Chu Feng torrentially.

Each and every one of those flood dragon scales was flashing with cold light as they pierced through the sound barrier. The area became like a minefield—the air exploded as they tore through space—it was a horrifying spectacle.

"Kill!" Chu Feng shouted only one word, his fighting spirit at its peak, Chu Feng activated his Great Dao Treasured Bottle with full force and aimed it at his enemy.

Boom!

As he poured his physical energy into this bottle-shaped seed and activated it with his spiritual energy, the scene became increasingly shocking. The bottle spurt out beam after beam of sword qi like a resonant sword formation, soon accompanied by thunderous explosions.

The whole area was drowned in interweaving sword qi. This terrifying treasured bottle was able to merge Chu Feng’s physical and spiritual energy to produce such powerful attacks.

It was truly hard to imagine this was merely a seed!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sword qi flying out from the bottle blew away the incoming black scales. The formidable mass of energy pressed on with terrifying momentum and killing intent.

Pfft!

Hei Teng was struck directly by the sword qi, opening his wounds and piercing holes throughout his bloody body. His hair was thoroughly disheveled as he retreated in rapid succession.

The other king level entities were all frightened out of their wits. The Black Dragon Crown Prince was actually being suppressed.

One of them transmitted the news with accompanying photos.

"Chu Feng is fighting with the Black Dragon Prince of the Southern Sea and is not at all disadvantaged?!"

"Demon King Chu might actually conquer this dragon race expert of the Southern Sea!"

This caused huge waves across the internet.

The white-robed man was observing this battle in detail. He spoke to the marine race experts in his usual scholarly manner, "Your friend has been severely wounded. Are you sure he’ll be fine?"

The three-eyed man’s face was frosty. He couldn’t believe the Black Dragon Crown Prince would lose to a mere human with four severed shackles even if he wasn’t in optimal condition.