novelapdf #553 - Cold calculation
#553 - Cold calculation
Li Chengfeng sat cross-legged in the huge volcanic cave beneath the volcano. The surrounding atmosphere was a mixture of extreme cold and heat, forming a unique cultivation sanctuary.
The Yin-Yang Diagram above his head slowly rotated, like a miniature universe, cleverly balancing the extreme temperature difference and protecting him from harm.
Just as he was about to immerse himself in sword practice, a sudden sense of crisis shattered the tranquility.
From within the flames, a figure slowly emerged—Leng Zizai, a demonic cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Holding a restriction token in his hand, he waved it gently, and the entire cave seemed to be solidified by an invisible force, the air becoming heavy.
Leng Zizai wore a smug smile on his lips, his eyes revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty glint. Each breath he took was accompanied by the spitting of flames and the entangling of poisonous gas, making him appear exceptionally terrifying.
"Li Chengfeng, you calculated everything, but you never expected that I would be waiting for you here, did you?" Leng Zizai's laughter echoed in the cave, carrying a hint of coldness and mockery.
"Although the Fire Demon Clan has declined, how could I, Leng Zizai, give up so easily? I lurked in the magma, just to wait for this moment.
Because I know that every time your strength improves, you will come here to practice your swordsmanship.
In the far west, there are only a handful of places where you can practice swordsmanship, so this is naturally my first choice."
Faced with Leng Zizai's provocation, Li Chengfeng did not show the slightest panic.
Instead, he smiled faintly, his eyes flashing with wisdom. "Who do I think it is? So, it's Leng Zizai. This must be your true form, right? It seems you've been hiding quite well all these years."
Leng Zizai laughed loudly, his voice filled with confidence and arrogance. "Do you think I, Leng Zizai, am such a fool?
That I would be easily placed in the position of young patriarch? You are all wrong, and Leng Xiaoyao is also wrong.
The reason I haven't killed him all these years is not just because I regard him as my substitute, but also because he is another avatar of mine.
When the time is ripe, I will refine him, allowing my strength to reach a new level."
Upon hearing this, Li Chengfeng stood up, his eyes like torches, staring directly at Leng Zizai. "You are so fearless, it seems you have something to rely on. I didn't expect you, Leng Zizai, to be much more insidious than Leng Xiaoyao!"
Leng Zizai's smile revealed an almost pathological confidence as he continued, "Here, I have meticulously arranged the Myriad Demon Magnetic Field Formation. The operation of space has been completely disrupted. Your magical treasures, no matter how magical,
will lose their effectiveness. This formation is the result of all my painstaking efforts, just so that I can capture you in one fell swoop today, Li Chengfeng. You will be the key to my becoming the next patriarch of the Fire Demon Clan."
"The old patriarch, Leng Fengxian, has passed away, and the Fire Demon Clan is without a leader, but so what? The sacrifice of low-level cultivators is just a trivial price to pay.
As long as the eight Supreme Elders are still alive, the power of the Demon Realm can be continuously replenished through the altar. I, Leng Zizai, am the true king here."
Upon hearing this, Li Chengfeng's lips curled into a sneer, his eyes flashing with disdain. "Leng Zizai, you are indeed a chatterbox.
I thought demonic cultivators were all straightforward, but I didn't expect you to be so fond of verbal sparring.
If you want to fight, then fight. Why say so much?"
Leng Zizai laughed loudly, his voice revealing a cruel pleasure. "Li Chengfeng, you don't understand. To me, seeing your despairing, painful, helpless, and regretful expression before killing you is more enjoyable than killing you directly.
However, don't worry, I won't kill you easily, because capturing you alive is far more valuable than killing you."
Li Chengfeng shook his head, as if looking at a ridiculous clown. "Your hobby is truly unique, much like a cat playing with a mouse.
But have you ever heard the saying, 'The villain dies from talking too much'? In my opinion, you are the villain who is about to pay the price for talking too much."
Before the words were finished, Li Chengfeng made his move. He knew that facing such a powerful enemy, he could not hesitate or delay in the slightest.
Leng Zizai's incessant chatter might just be a disguise, or he might be waiting for a certain opportunity to arrive. Therefore, he decided to take the initiative and disrupt the opponent's rhythm.
Li Chengfeng made a hand seal and cast a spell. Immediately, the surrounding area was enveloped in a dark color, as if entering a strange space.
Leng Zizai immediately felt his scalp tingle, but he was mentally prepared. Suddenly, a thousand hands appeared, each holding a black sphere, with black and red intertwined within the sphere.
He threw it violently, and the black sphere smashed towards Li Chengfeng's dark and boundless space. With a bang, flames instantly infected the surroundings.
Li Chengfeng's spells came rolling in, but Li Chengfeng remained unmoved and continued to cast his spell.
The flames and poisonous gas were easily absorbed by Li Chengfeng, causing no harm at all. It was not until this moment that Leng Zizai finally felt a trace of crisis.
It was said that Li Chengfeng's spells were strange and unpredictable, and seeing it today, it was indeed well-deserved.
He dared not underestimate him any longer. A set of black and red armor instantly appeared on his body. The armor was made of refined iron, crystals, and firestones. It was not only incredibly defensive but could also cause damage to the enemy.
At this moment, his demonic aura surged around him, like a demon god descending into the world, and he charged directly into Li Chengfeng's dark space.
In his opinion, Li Chengfeng was only in the late stage of the Core Formation realm, and there was a gap in realm between them.
He believed that as long as he relied on his powerful strength, he could definitely break the opponent's spells.
So, he launched another attack. On the way, he sacrificed a pair of demon hammers, with flames and poisonous gas rolling on them, and slammed them down fiercely.
Just then, a round of blood-colored moonlight suddenly erupted from the black space, and a monstrous red sword light, carrying the essence of the moon, suddenly slashed towards Leng Zizai.
Leng Zizai was domineering and awe-inspiring, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Well done!"
He held the war hammers tightly in both hands, one side with raging flames and the other with miasmic poison, the two collided violently, erupting into a terrifying candle fire, and greeted the blood-colored sword light.
Li Chengfeng's sword energy, like a silver river pouring down, was vast and boundless, its sharpness seemed to be able to cut the moonlight, with a touch of clear and mysterious brilliance.
Although the power of moonlight has been terrifying, Leng Zizai, this strong man who stepped into the early stage of Yuanying, has an unfathomable cultivation base. Under the dual cultivation of fire and poison, the skills obtained from the true inheritance of the master make him almost able to touch the threshold of the late Yuanying.
If he hadn't been wholeheartedly pursuing the ultimate realm of the integration of fire and demons, he would have been an important existence in the realm of cultivating immortals, and his power should not be underestimated.
Two shocking forces collided head-on, and in an instant, a deafening roar erupted, the shock wave raging like a storm, and the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by this force.
However, in the center of this seemingly chaotic battlefield, Leng Zizai had already set up restrictions, confining all the violence to the square inch, and it was difficult for the outside world to see the slightest bit.
The corner of his mouth evoked a sneer, and his voice was like a cold wind passing through the border: "How is it, Li Chengfeng, now you can realize that the difference in realm is like a natural moat?"
Despite what he said, his clenched fists were shaking imperceptibly, and even he felt an unprecedented pressure and solemnity from that blow.
At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred! A strange figure, like a ghost, cut through the void, carrying an indescribable sorrow and determination.
Leng Zizai's mind was instantly pulled back to his distant childhood, on the top of the mountain.
Leng Xiaoyao's voice crossed the barriers of time and space, and every word was filled with blood: "Brother, I saw my father kill my mother. We are the closest brothers, you should stand by my side.
Your mother's death is also confusing. I suspect that the old thing poisoned her."
These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Leng Zizai's heart hard, causing him to tremble involuntarily. Memories and reality intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to distinguish them.