1240 Black Shield (1/2)

Chapter 1240: Black Shield

Translator: Noodletown TranslatedEditor: Noodletown Translated

”You're on the eighth level of the Spirit King Realm?” Qingfeng asked with surprise.

Qingfeng didn't think that this Poison Demon King before him could already be at the eighth level of the Spirit King Realm, which surprised greatly him.

Qingfeng stepped back once, but he didn't fall back too much. At least this showed that the opponent's power was around the same as his, because the Poison Demon King had also taken a step back.

Strictly speaking, Qingfeng had already won in the last clash, because he was only at the fifth level of the Spirit King Realm. Even though he was three levels lower than his opponent, Qingeng was still able to push his opponent back by one step.

Ever since Qingfeng trained in the Mortal Purgatory Body, he was able to battle those from various levels; even those in higher realms than him weren't as powerful as he was.

The Poison Demon King frowned and appeared to be concerned. He didn't think too much of Qingfeng before, but he had grown more alert now.

Qingfeng had truly shocked him. The Poison Demon King felt that he was more powerful than Qingfeng, but he had just been pushed back by Qingfeng's attack.

”You've trained in a powerful self-cultivation technique?” Poison Demon King asked.

Qingfeng shook his head in denial; he would never confess that he had trained in the Mortal Purgatory Body.

It was a self-cultivation technique that could lift one into immortality. If the Poison Demon King or some other self-cultivators found out, then it would be highly fought for. No one could resist such a temptation.

The Poison Demon King didn't believe Qingfeng's reaction.

He had read many books, and in one of those ancient books, he read that in order to fight against more powerful self-cultivators across realms with one's physical strength, they must have trained in higher-tier self-cultivation technique.

”I don't believe what you've said. I must kill you and steal your treasures,” the Poison Demon King smiled coldly with murderous intent glinting in his eyes.

The Poison Demon King only wanted the demonic pill, but, now, he had changed his mind. He wanted to kill Qingfeng and steal his technique.

The Poison Demon King waved his right hand again and conjured a massive palm. The palm's devilish energy rushed into the air and, with invincible power, it charged fiercely at Qingfeng.

Qingfeng lifted his head to see, but all he saw was a poisonous black gas before him that looked like it could kill with just one breath.

This time, the Poison Demon King had used a more poisonous gas than before, and the power of his poisonous palm had grown more devastating.

Qingfeng put away his Golden Light Sword; he smiled coldly, and shouted, ”Inferno Realm.”

The best way to deal with to poisonous gas were flames; fire could incinerate all of the poisonous gas, purifying the air and eliminating the poisons.

A massive Inferno Realm formed, engulfing several hundred kilometers around Qingfeng. It was filled with red flames and was incredibly hot, burning up all the poisonous gas inside.

Crackle crackle!

The flame burned up the poisonous gas, and, as it sounded loudly, caused all the air around to shake.

The black poisonous gas might have been powerful, but, as it clashed with the fierce flame, it was like it met its match, its natural enemy.

Suddenly, the poisonous gas was burnt up by the hot flames and disappeared.

The massive poisonous palm lost its poisonous gas, and only a palm was left charging at Qingfeng.

Naturally Qingfeng was not scared. He lashed out with his right fist, and formed a massive fist out of his vital essence. With massive power, it charged forward and clashed onto the palm.

As the fist crashed into the palm, a loud bang sounded, and the air exploded.