Chapter 155: Crushing the Seventh Realm with Pure Force
"Oh? This is actually quite interesting!"
Qin Feng’s expression flickered with surprise.
Since Xing Bing and Zhan Bai were the ones who had just made their move, Qin Feng was not surprised that the formation could replicate Xing Bing using its mirror divine abilities. However, Zhan Bai had only executed a single strike, yet the Seven Mysteries Mirror Killing Formation had already managed to replicate his true form as well? If that was truly the case, it seemed the Nine Palaces Gate's formation-killing arts genuinely possessed some profound depths; otherwise, they would never have risen to become one of the top-tier sects in the Eastern Domain.
Two silver figures stepped out, wasting no time before launching straight into an attack.
Being mere mirror projections, they were utterly incapable of speech.
Their only instinct was combat—to annihilate everyone trapped within the formation!
The silver figure resembling Xing Bing directly enlarged its right arm, mirroring the Corpse Scale Arm divine ability to absolute perfection. It charged straight at Xing Bing to contest him in raw physical strength. Their movements were wide and grand, clashing with thunderous roars that shook the heavens and earth, devastating countless mountain forests. Observing closely, Qin Feng noticed that the fluidity with which the mirror projection employed the Corpse Scale Arm surpassed even Xing Bing himself.
Meanwhile, the other silver figure, which bore an uncanny resemblance to Zhan Bai, made a grab with empty hands. A cluster of iron plaques compressed on the ground suddenly rose into the air, instantly melting into a pool of liquid iron. Stretching and solidifying into a flying sword, it emitted a joyful, light hum and intercepted Qin Feng's coffin.
"To think it even replicated the divine ability of Zhan Bai's golden corpse body. I wonder what else it can copy?"
A trace of astonishment crossed Qin Feng's face.
Just as the flying sword was about to slash across the coffin, a blindingly brilliant grand flying sword suddenly shot out from within. With a single sweep, it cleaved the iron sword directly into two falling halves. Retaining its momentum, the flying sword transformed into a silver dragon and lunged straight at the opponent.
The silver figure spread its arms wide and, adopting the exact same divine ability as Zhan Bai, attempted to immobilize the flying sword right before its chest. Yet, it seemed precarious.
After all, the Supreme Profound Eight Extremes Sword was not so easily subdued.
The two forces engaged in a continuous tug-of-war!
The flying sword trembled ceaselessly!
In terms of the golden corpse body's divine ability, they were evenly matched. However, the difference lay in the Supreme Profound Eight Extremes Sword itself, for this sword possessed spirituality, and it belonged to Zhan Bai!
Finally, after a violent shudder, the flying sword broke free from the silver figure's restraint and pierced straight through its body.
The silver figure dissolved once again into specks of silver light, which were absorbed by the third mirror.
Zhan Bai had won after all!
On the other side, Qin Feng was controlling Xing Bing in a battle that shook the heavens and earth. The opponent pushed the Corpse Scale Arm divine ability to its absolute limit, making it impossible to win through brute force alone. Therefore, when their arms clashed and locked together, Qin Feng did not hesitate to unleash the Corpse Scale Fire. The ghostly green flames clung to the silver figure's body like marrow-eating worms, burning it relentlessly. After twitching violently a few times under the scorching heat of the flames, the latter dissolved into specks of silver light and was absorbed by the third mirror.
This time, the process took slightly longer.
Qin Feng was in no rush, watching with rapt interest.
He wanted to see just how far these mirrors could replicate.
Sure enough, a moment later, the third mirrors on both sides flashed with silver light, and another figure stepped out from each. They still took the forms of Xing Bing and Zhan Bai. Xing Bing’s divine ability had evolved further; his entire body blazed with ghostly green flames, resembling a fat specter emerging from the netherworld. At a glance, these flames were undeniably the Corpse Scale Fire that Qin Feng himself had previously employed through Xing Bing. Meanwhile, the silver figure resembling Zhan Bai had a brilliant flying sword suspended above its head, identical in shape and form to the Supreme Profound Eight Extremes Sword.
"Heh!~"
At this, Qin Feng was genuinely taken aback!
Putting aside the question of whether the Supreme Profound Eight Extremes Sword could truly be replicated, judging by the current state, the formation's efficacy had far exceeded Qin Feng's expectations. If this formation were unleashed at full power, trapping and killing an ordinary cultivator at the Great Completion of the Human Gang Realm would be an effortless feat.
They wouldn't even need to fight in person; the formation alone could grind a person to death.
It was utterly perverted!
Unfortunately, Qin Feng had no patience left to play along with them.
If he continued to fight step-by-step, barring any accidents, the final mirror would eventually produce a warrior capable of fusing all of his own divine abilities and techniques.
Should that happen, dealing with it would become excessively troublesome.
Qin Feng was not foolish; in that case, he would only end up being led around by the nose.
Fortunately, when he left the Heavenly Knowledge Pavilion, he had requested some intelligence regarding the Nine Palaces Gate to review, and the materials provided to him had indeed mentioned this Seven Mysteries Mirror Killing Formation.
Qin Feng had studied this formation beforehand; the key to breaking it lay within the final mirror.
Earlier, Qin Feng had merely wanted to test whether the formation's power was as freakish as the records described. To his surprise, testing it proved the legends to be entirely true.
The two newly emerged figures charged at him once more.
Qin Feng immediately controlled Xing Bing to take a deep, massive breath, causing his entire body to swell rapidly like a blowing balloon—a divine ability known as the Multiplication Technique, acquired after Xing Bing turned into a corpse.
Growing several zhang tall, Xing Bing swept out with both arms, attempting to grab one with each hand.
The two silver figures retaliated: one deployed a flying sword to shred Xing Bing, while the other utilized the Corpse Scale Arm and Corpse Scale Fire to provide backup.
Flesh flew from Xing Bing's body, but his freakish regenerative powers allowed him to completely ignore these injuries.
In this manner, he managed to entangle the two silver figures for a brief moment.
Taking advantage of this opening, Qin Feng propelled the coffin forward. Upon approaching the seventh mirror surface, he first commanded the Supreme Profound Eight Extremes Sword to fly out from the coffin and slash fiercely against the mirror. The formidable sword Qi instantly sent fine ripples spreading across the mirror's surface in all directions.
The flying sword, however, was violently rebounded by the mirror's own formidable defensive power.
Yet, seizing this exact opportunity—
Qin Feng suddenly manifested in physical form, wound up his fist, and smashed it straight into the dispersing ripples on the mirror!
The key to breaking the formation lay within the body of this seventh mirror!
However, this required immense power.
And the one thing Qin Feng did not lack was power!
Three thousand dragon powers!
A single force breaking ten thousand prohibitions!
With his current strength at the sixth tier of the Human Gang Realm, unleashed at full capacity and amplified by divine abilities such as hardening and force-multiplication, he could push the three thousand dragon powers to the caliber of a single true dragon's might!
One dragon's might equaled a million gang qi!
With a single punch, Qin Feng, together with his fist, smashed fiercely into the interior of the seventh mirror.
Inside the ancient mirror lay a hazy expanse of silver mist where direction and substance were indistinguishable. Yet, Qin Feng ignored all of that, thrusting his fist straight forward and gathering every ounce of strength from his body onto his right fist. Only one word mattered: Smash!
Smash it to pieces!
Tremors, intense tremors!
Outside the mirror, cracks had already begun to surface across the seventh mirror's face, and cold sweat was beading heavily on the foreheads of the two casters. But Qin Feng gave them no opening; he drove the power of his fist to its optimum state, locked onto the formation's eye, and ruthlessly wreaked destruction through sheer brute force!
Yan Wen, who had been watching the show all along, revealed a trace of surprise in his eyes upon seeing Qin Feng's true form appear.
"Oh? Why does that fellow look somewhat familiar?"
Just as Yan Wen was feeling startled, the two casters could no longer endure the backlash. Not only were they covered in cold sweat, but blood was also beginning to spill from the corners of their mouths. At a certain moment, the mirror could no longer withstand the pressure, and with a resounding "crack," it shattered completely. Following closely behind, the remaining six mirrors fractured with a chorus of "crack, crack" sounds. The moment the mirrors broke, the silver figures fighting within the formation instantly dissolved into specks of silver light and vanished entirely.
The formation was broken!
The eyes of Yan Wen's two attendants were filled with utter disbelief!
As the casters themselves, they knew better than anyone just how much strength was required to shatter the Seven Mysteries Mirror Killing Formation using pure brute force alone! Yet, right before their very eyes, Qin Feng had truly accomplished it single-handedly!
A single punch to shatter the mirror—what a towering and tyrannical display of might!
With the mirrors shattered, Qin Feng's tall and robust figure reappeared, his fist still thrusting forward as he barreled toward the two men.
"Die!"
Having suffered a backlash from the destruction of the formation, the two men reacted in a desperate panic by quickly exchanging a glance and sliding their hands through the void. Instantly, a massive illusory Taiji diagram materialized directly before them.
The centers of their palms aligned with the two opposing poles of the Taiji.
Ignoring this entirely, Qin Feng smashed his fist right into it! Karmic dragon might roared like a collapsing cloud, descending with a frontal, obliterating strike!
"Kill!"
"Boom!~"
The colossal force hammered the illusory Taiji diagram, causing it to cave inward. The two men spat another mouthful of blood simultaneously, and as the Taiji diagram disintegrated, the immense rebound force blasted their bodies flying backward.
Fortunately, the Taiji diagram had neutralized a major portion of the force; though severely wounded, they were not yet dead.
Refusing to let up while he had the advantage, Qin Feng closed in once more.
Body-cultivators excelled in close-quarters combat; once they entangled an opponent, they would never rest until the enemy was dead!
Therefore, Qin Feng thrust his fist forward again!
"Die!"
However, this attack was intercepted by Yan Wen, who stepped up to block his path.
Shielding the retreating men behind him, Yan Wen swiftly unslung the mysterious black-and-white ancient scroll from his back and snapped it open, holding it horizontally before him.
The ancient scroll was shrouded in hazy white mist, making it impossible to discern what was truly inscribed upon it.
Qin Feng cared not a whit; he smashed straight into it with unyielding force!
Just as his fist was about to penetrate the scroll, however, a bizarre claw-like fist covered in red scales reached out from within the mist, fiercely trading blows with Qin Feng's dragon-powered fist.
"Boom!"
Another earth-shattering collision sent Qin Feng's body flying backward.
As for that bizarre, red-scaled claw-fist, several red scales on its knuckles had shattered into pieces. With a howl of pain, it retracted back into the white mist.
Yan Wen frowned as the ancient scroll automatically rolled itself back up.
Planting the massive black-and-white scroll before him like a staff, Yan Wen glanced back at the two heavily bleeding men behind him. They had sustained severe injuries and completely lost their combat capabilities; had he not intervened with his rescue just in time, the two of them would have already been pulverized by Qin Feng.
When he looked back at Qin Feng, Yan Wen's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
And, inevitably, a trace of surprise.
For the opponent standing before him right now was not Xing Bing, but someone else entirely—a tall, robust man exceptionally skilled in physical strength, who had shattered the Seven Mysteries Mirror Killing Formation with a single punch!
"Who is he? Why does he look somewhat familiar?"
Suddenly, recalling something, Yan Wen's brows arched coldly, and he sneered, "I was wondering who possessed such divine ability to shatter the Seven Mysteries Mirror Killing Formation with mere brute force alone. So it turns out to be you—the tail-ender of the dual rankings, Qin Feng!"