The Host of an Ancient Spirit Chapter 28

"Hey? What's going on? Why can a young martial arts practitioner absorb the dead atmosphere here? It's impossible!" the King of Death roared.

Chen Feng asked with a sneer, "Can’t they absorb the dead atmosphere for cultivation? Don’t you want to absorb my blood? Come have a try."

After the long sword was stabbed with a golden light, the Golden Sun Thunder Sword Art seemed to be more powerful, with a strong momentum in its vagueness, which looked more violent as it integrated with the surrounding dead atmosphere.

Puff! The long sword instantly pierced the King of Death’s body. But with a light smile, he turned into a shadow and slowly dissipated into thin air, and then dropped to reform again.

"Aha! How can ordinary weapons hurt me? Unless you have powerful arms, you will never be able to hurt me," the King of Death said with great complacency, although he was very shocked at the sudden attack by Chen Feng. He was wondering how come a young martial art practitioner could pierce his body.

Although Chen Feng didn’t understand what the so-called powerful arms were, he knew their existence must be a forceful one. However, all over the Continent there seemed to be no legend about such arms. Did more powerful arms really exist somewhere on the Continent? Was the cultivation of the martial arts practitioners just the beginning?

He also recalled the huge space gate in the sky, which was beyond the capability of martial arts practitioners. There must be a higher level above the Ling spirit level. What kind of level was that?

Chen Feng gradually began to understand, but at the moment, the most important thing was to kill the King of Death.

"Aha, brat, at your wit’s end? So, just go to hell!” The King of Death laughed and suddenly rushed out. The air was filled with black shadows, which instantly came in front of him and a pair of black hands suddenly caught Chen Feng’s arms.

He was shocked and the vitality and blood in his body was a little shaken. It seemed they had been pulled out by the King of Death.

"Wow! Such good and pure blood! Aha, your body is really a good thing. If I can have your body, perhaps I can make another breakthrough," the King of Death said excitedly.

Chen Feng snorted, but he did not expect that his vitality and blood would actually be nutrition for the King of Death. But he was not worried since his blood and vitality were not easily absorbed. With the Unknown Mysterious Martial Art running through his body, he suddenly agitated the blood and vitality within.

When his body rushed out, Chen Feng gave up the top-grade sword and fought against the King of Death with his physical strength alone.

The blood and vitality held a supreme temptation for the King of Death, but it was also fatal for him.

The attack of the blood and vitality gravely injured the King of Death. Every time Chen Feng launched the attack, the King of Death would be smashed. Although he could quickly change back and forth between forms again and again, his strength would be dramatically weakened every time.

"Hmph! I’d like to see how many times you can change back." With a cold smirk, Chen Feng constantly launched attacks. Red lights flashed here and there in the sky with the power of blood and vitality. The King of Death constantly screamed out.

Finally, the King of Death pled for help. "Stop! Stop! I give up."

Chen Feng grinned. "Why should I obey your instruction? I will fight to the end, until your spirit and body have been eliminated."

"Stop attacking me! Don't you want to leave the Dead Gate? Nobody knows how to leave here except me," the King of Death suddenly cried out.

Chen Feng was a little stunned and his attacks also slowed down. He glared at the King of Death and reached out to grab him with a spurt of blood and vitality from his hands. "Tell me, how can I get out of here?"

The King of Death said bitterly, "The Dead Gate originally didn’t have a way to to return from it. For many years, anyone who had entered the Dead Gate could never escape from here, because at the end of the gate was a chaotic death atmosphere. Without a powerful force of blood and vitality, nobody could reach the end of the Dead Gate before they fell down halfway."

"Oh? So, I can go across it?" Chen Feng said to himself. However, he thought differently in his mind and said to the King of Death, "So, I’m afraid you have to help me find the end of the Dead Gate. Anyhow, I’d like to ask you another thing."

"What’s that? If I take you to the end of the Dead Gate, you promise to set me free. The dead atmosphere there was so strong that I can't stay inside for long, either. Otherwise, I will be killed, too.” The King of Death slightly rolled his dark eyes.

Watching his every move, Chen Feng knew that the King of Death must have certain reservations. However, he still asked, "Do you know where those coming from outside will go? Just like me, who has arrived at the Dead Gate. What about the others?"

The King of Death rolled his eyes again and nobody knew what he was thinking about.

Chapter end