I Collect Skill Fragments in the Demon World-Chapter 660 - 342: Bifeng (Part 2)

The ancestor had already sensed that something was amiss, but it was ultimately too late.

Let’s talk about Zhang Chen leaving this place.

"These aristocratic families are truly heartless! They completely deny ordinary people a chance to live, wanting to grasp all resources and fortunes in their hands, without giving the common folk any opportunity to rise." Zhang Chen swore inwardly.

He was already low profile enough, yet who would have known that he’d still be targeted by the Gong Family?

Fortunately, in the confrontation, Zhang Chen quickly suppressed the opponent’s superpower, without disturbing the Qi mechanism in Heaven and Earth; otherwise, if noticed by Yang God level masters, it would undoubtedly lead to a huge trouble.

Although Yang God masters are powerful, they’re not omniscient. As long as there’s no mysterious Qi fluctuation, Yang God experts wouldn’t focus their attention here.

"Just like that, a feud with the Gong Family has been established. I think the martial arts number one, Zhou Chuan, seems to have a deep-seated enmity with them too?" Zhang Chen cursed as he ran through the mountains and woods, and after traveling dozens of miles, just as he was about to transform into a Vampire Bat and fly away, he suddenly caught a faint scent of sandalwood in the air.

Where in this desolate wilderness would there be a sandalwood scent?

Zhang Chen immediately heightened his vigilance. True God Golden Light flowed to his eyes, and he saw a golden light soaring into the sky ahead, blocking his path.

"A Divine Spirit!" Zhang Chen tensed up and silently changed direction in an attempt to bypass it, but as soon as he shifted directions, the light pillar correspondingly shifted too, once again blocking his way.

"Hmm?" Zhang Chen’s body shifted again, only to find the opponent also changing direction, prominently blocking his path.

"This is aimed at me," Zhang Chen thought to himself, "I wonder from which family they’re from?"

His enemies were not many, merely those from Prince Pingbian’s Mansion and the Gong Family he just dealt with.

Zhang Chen stood still, contemplating strategies in silence while inspecting his Golden Finger interface.

The Gong Family ancestor opposite him saw Zhang Chen change positions multiple times before standing still, realizing that Zhang Chen had already seen through his movements. Therefore, he decided not to play tricks and directly approached Zhang Chen.

From afar, in Zhang Chen’s True God’s Golden Light Dharma Eye, he saw a figure shrouded in golden light, constantly distorting space and covering hundreds of meters with each step, rapidly approaching him.

Witnessing the speed at which the opponent closed in, Zhang Chen knew all too well that he couldn’t escape. If fleeing was futile, solving the problem was the only option.

"Who are you, and why do you block my way?" Zhang Chen asked without showing any respect or courtesy.

"The God Gong Li!" The figure stopped, the golden light around him converged, revealing his true appearance—an over forty-year-old middle-aged man.

The man had a lean build, wore a dark blue robe, and had a charming demeanor reminiscent of a mature, attractive uncle, though the murderous expression on his face spoiled his image as the perfect handsome middle-aged deity.

Zhang Chen, hands in sleeves, recognized the name as trouble was indeed knocking on his door. As for how the opponent found him, it wasn’t surprising given the Divine Spirit’s methods.

"What relation is that deceased Gong Bao to you?" Zhang Chen asked.

"He’s my uncle’s grandson," Gong Li replied, standing thirty meters away, quietly observing Zhang Chen, his icy tone accompanied by the uncontrollable divine power around him, causing a layer of frost to form within the mountain forest.

"Boy, state your name! If your background surpasses my Gong Family, then Gong Bao deserved death. However, if your background is inferior to my Gong Family, then this place will become your burial ground." Gong Li’s voice was filled with hatred.

Zhang Chen, hearing these words, couldn’t help but feel speechless: Do all these great aristocratic families love playing this card? Kill based on background? So if one’s background isn’t superior, they deserve to be killed?

"Haha, do you really think you’ve got me figured out?" Zhang Chen said.

Before engaging in battle, one cannot ascertain the other’s cultivation level, unless the Qi mechanism on them is exposed, allowing for deduction of their realm.

Observing the divine power flowing around Gong Bao, Zhang Chen knew that Gong Bao’s divine power realm wasn’t high—mere equivalent of a sixth-tier Divine Soul Cultivator. It’s uncertain what his bloodline realm is, considering he’s a Bloodline Practitioner.

But bearing in mind that the opponent has become a god and mastered divine techniques, Zhang Chen reckons he may not be able to best him.

After all, it’s divine power from mythology! The Immortal Dao doesn’t hold an upper hand over the Divine Dao.

"Heh, since you’re not talking, I’ll send you on your way. In the future, if your family seeks revenge, they can’t blame me, as I did give you a chance to speak!" Gong Li extended his hand, and instantly a wind swept within a radius of five hundred meters, converging toward Gong Li’s hand. In the blink of an eye, the mountain winds vanished, leaving a green, transparent, two-meter-long, unusually shaped long blade in Gong Li’s hand.

Gong Li chose not to use divine techniques, instead mobilizing his family’s bloodline power.

In Zhang Chen’s eyes, flowing with True God Golden Light, the green long blade in Gong Li’s hand wasn’t just a blade; rather it was an immensely high-frequency wind collided together.

"Damn! Were this blade to touch steel, the steel would be sliced instantaneously," Zhang Chen’s heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, capturing the opponent’s mobilized bloodline power, Zhang Chen discerned the opponent’s background: sixth-tier bloodline aura!

Although the opponent’s bloodline concentration is sixth-tier, the long blade in his hand left Zhang Chen shuddering. This wind is hardly normal wind; akin to Zhong Xiang’s flame, it is a force that can battle beyond tiers, and the opponent’s battle power should not be assessed merely by the currently displayed realm.

Zhang Chen’s gaze fixed on the long blade, feeling a pricking sensation all over his body. But having practiced Wind Stabilizing Pill, he recognized the nature of the wind in an instant: Bifeng!

Bifeng, one of the Three Calamities of cultivators. Cultivators facing tribulations every five hundred years would endure Celestial Thunder, Heavenly Fire, and Bifeng from the bubbling spring below, failing which results in dissolution of flesh and bones.

This wind is a divine wind belonging to Heaven and Earth, of exceedingly high quality, beyond the bounds of ordinary levels. If Zhang Chen were to assign it a tier, this wind would even be beyond the Yang God True Man’s resistance, ranking at least higher than Yang God ninth-tier.

"No wonder the Gong Family could pursue Zhou Chuan with such existence of Bifeng in their bloodline; no wonder they are a top-tier dynasty in the Great Victory Dynasty," Zhang Chen thought, cursing under his breath.

How can there be any comparison?

I’ve worked tirelessly with cheats to rack up points, but what about the opponent?

Born with mastery over bloodline power, is this even comparable?

Over there, Gong Li gazed at the long blade in his hand with a touch of sentiment, saying, "The number of strong men felled by my hand over the years is countless; even ninth-tier beings eviscerated, I’ve slain three!"

Ninth-tier is the Yang God Realm; naturally, there aren’t that many Yang God level entities in this world—he refers to Bloodline Practitioners.

Though this old chap’s bloodline level is merely sixth-tier; the realm signifies merely the degree of mastering Bifeng—the techniques, extent. For instance, fifth-tier allows Wind Escape, sixth-tier Wind Blade Transformation, first-tier targets ten meters, second-tier targets a hundred meters. Yet among these realms, it doesn’t affect Bifeng’s inherent potency.

Even a first-tier Bifeng possesses the same might as sixth-tier!

Especially now, having successfully achieved Divine Enthronement, leveraging Divine Dao techniques, all shortcomings are compensated.

"You killed my family’s prodigy, today I’ll slash you, an eye for an eye!" Gong Li coldly declared, leaping up gracefully like the wind, wielding his blade straight at Zhang Chen’s head.

Watching Gong Li coming forth with the blade, Zhang Chen internally shook his head, and the next moment, his hand emerged from his sleeve, revealing the Pangu Stone.

"Ancestor, spare me! I’ll never dare again! It was a mistaken kill of Gong Bao; it wasn’t intentional!" Zhang Chen called out to Gong Li approaching to strike, his figure swiftly retreating, his voice full of despair and panic.

That sense of terror was vividly portrayed by Zhang Chen.

Meanwhile, the Great Freedom Celestial Demon silently cursed, "How damn shameless! You have the Wind Stabilizing Pearl, how can Bifeng possibly harm you?"

Too shameless!

The Great Freedom Celestial Demon had never seen someone so shameless before!

Surely, you’re at least a minor expert, right? That Bifeng isn’t beyond your capacity to withstand; why be so shameless?

If Zhang Chen knew the thoughts of the Great Freedom Celestial Demon, he’d surely say: It’s not the mastery of Bifeng I fear; it’s his use of divine abilities!