"Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent? How come I've never heard of that before?" Ning Rongrong asked, puzzled.
"That's because it's not a spirit beast," Ye Feng replied calmly. "It's a prehistoric alien species."
"An ancient alien species?" Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in disbelief. "How old are we talking about?"
"The term 'prehistoric alien species' refers to its race, not its age. But in terms of power, it's equal to a hundred-thousand-year-level spirit beast."
"A hundred thousand years?"
"What—A hundred thousand years!?"
"That's equivalent to the strength of a Titled Douluo, right?!"
Hu Liena, Ye Lingling, and Ning Rongrong were all stunned.
To spirit masters, a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast was nothing short of a nightmare. They hadn't even reached the Spirit Douluo level, and now they were facing a creature with combat strength on par with one.
Even Qian Renxue, who had previously scoffed at the dangers of the Hell Road, had fear flash across her face.
Ye Feng nodded, catching Qian Renxue's reaction, and smirked provocatively, "Didn't you think you were all that? Why are you just standing there? Go ahead! That snake shouldn't be a problem for someone like you, right?"
"...Tch!"
Qian Renxue froze for a second before snorting coldly. She summoned her martial spirit—the Six-Winged Angel—once again.
Fifth Spirit Skill: Holy Sword
Angel Domain
Facing the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent, Qian Renxue didn't dare underestimate it. As soon as the battle began, she activated her martial spirit domain and released the Angel Domain.
The domain enveloped the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent in a confined space. Even though it was limited, the snake could still move—but its speed had been reduced by over 60%.
Ye Feng smirked slightly, flicked his fingers, and retrieved a handful of melon seeds from his storage spirit guide. He glanced at the girls and offered, "Want some?"
"...Huh?"
Hu Liena blinked.
"...Eh?"
Ye Lingling stared blankly.
"...Are you serious?"
Ning Rongrong was speechless.
Not only did Ye Feng not lend Qian Renxue a hand, but he also sat down with snacks to watch the show.
"This isn't good for us, you know?" Ning Rongrong couldn't help but speak up.
"How so?" Ye Feng asked casually.
"We're all in this together. That's the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent we're talking about! It's on the level of a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast. Just watching from the sidelines... isn't that risky for all of us?" Ning Rongrong argued.
Ye Feng shrugged. "She thinks she's hot stuff, right? Let her handle it. Without setbacks, she'll never mature. You gotta realize there's always someone stronger."
He flicked his finger again and pulled out a bag of peanuts. "Don't like melon seeds? There are peanuts too."
Ning Rongrong was stunned for a second before shaking her head helplessly.
Up ahead, the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent spewed poisonous mist, trying to corrode Qian Renxue. Unfortunately for it, the Angel Domain had purifying abilities—not just for spirit power, but for poison too.
Seventh Spirit Skill: Seraph's True Form
Once Qian Renxue used her martial spirit's true form, the poisonous mist was no longer a threat.
Still, the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent was a supreme predator among serpents. A hundred-year-old one could even face a typical ten-thousand-year spirit beast. After a full incense stick of time fighting, Qian Renxue had gained no clear advantage.
"What hard skin this snake has..." she muttered.
She had unleashed several attacks, yet none had pierced its defense. Frustrated, she glanced toward Ye Feng sitting on the narrow bridge.
"See the nine bulges on its back?" Ye Feng called out lazily. "Those are its weak points. Destroy them, and the red light covering its body disappears—basically, that's the end of its defense."
Qian Renxue instantly shifted tactics, focusing her attacks on the nine bulges. Her Six-Winged Angel spirit gave her control over the air. From above, she hammered the snake hard enough to make it shriek.
Each time a bulge was destroyed, the red glow on the snake's body visibly dimmed.
But when the seventh one was shattered, the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent went berserk.
It opened all ten mouths and roared. A golden-red light burst out, a terrifying pressure erupting with it. Ning Rongrong, Hu Liena, and Ye Lingling all paled, weakened by the sudden force.
Even Qian Renxue, fighting midair, was forced down onto the narrow bridge by the immense pressure.
"Damn it!" Qian Renxue's face changed.
She was the Angel God. The sky was her stage. Once grounded, she'd be suppressed by the power of the earth—her combat strength dropping significantly.
"What's it doing now?" Ning Rongrong asked nervously.
"It's going all in," Ye Feng replied coolly.
The Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent was a prehistoric beast. Highly toxic and massive—over ten meters long when fully grown. It contained the fiercest fire poison among all snakes and, after ten thousand years of cultivation, would form an inner elixir hidden among its nine heads. When released, this elixir's aura would cause even the heavens to pale.
And that golden-red light was its inner elixir—the crystallized core of its power.
"Ye Feng, are you just gonna sit there?! Think of something already!" Qian Renxue snapped.
"Is it finally my turn?" Ye Feng grinned, casually tossing aside his half-eaten melon seeds. He straightened his back, and with a thought, his Dragon Phoenix Ancient Wings unfurled.
The moment they appeared, the Dragon Phoenix Supreme bloodline they contained not only shielded Ye Feng from the snake's pressure—but even suppressed the snake in return.
Ye Feng rose into the air, staring down the beast. Then, an odd thought crossed his mind.
He hated submitting to the system.
And every time he resisted, he ended up with something better than what the system offered.
Now, this snake had ten heads.
If he envied it... then maybe he could get more—more heads, more power.
But as soon as the idea formed, Ye Feng shut it down.
The thought of growing more than ten heads from one body?
Hell no. That was straight-up horror territory.
He was a good man. What the hell did he need that many heads for?
If he wanted to change his appearance, he'd just grow a few more whips instead.
...Whips?
Ye Feng paused.
A bad idea crept into his mind.
Among the spirit beasts he knew, there was a tiger-shaped one known for its multiple tiger whips.
(TL: If you know, you know hahahaha)
Huh... Maybe that one was worth envying.
That way, he could really have the best of both worlds.
"What the hell is he thinking about now?" Qian Renxue muttered in confusion.
"With that smirk, it's gotta be something bad," Hu Liena sighed.
Sword King Domain
Playtime was over. Ye Feng raised his hand, and golden light expanded from him, engulfing a wide area.
Whizz—!
A heartbeat later, he summoned all 13,000 ancient swords stored inside his storage spirit guide.
Sword Return
His eyes sparkled with divine light. Thirteen thousand ancient swords tore through the sky and pierced toward the point connecting the Ten-Headed Fierce Yang Serpent to its inner elixir.
This was the only way to sever its connection with the elixir—and prevent it from going down with them.
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