47 The Being Synonymous To Destruction

Ignorant to the things happening in his spatial crystal, Feng currently charged through the crowds of Puppet Generals. Each time his blades landed, the sound of exploding metal and flesh could be heard.

Apart from that, his divine blades also gave off a humming sound, and vibrations could be seen around them. These phenomenons were not caused by Feng but were instead created by a strange power that seemed to come from the very uppermost layer of the Seven Heavens.

Feng naturally noticed this, and let out a laugh, "Hahaha, after days of meditation, I've finally figured it out. Is this the… Dao of Blade? This energy, oh how i feel alive!"

His crazed laugh sent shivers down one's spine. He moved even faster, his blades crackling with large amounts of lightning and rumbling with a deafening thunder, at the moment, coupled with his Lightning Magic, Feng was akin to a primordial deity of Lightning.

After hours of 'sparring' with the puppet generals, they were suddenly none left. Although the blood beasts and puppet generals were gone, there were still two casualties among the Shameless Dragon Mercenaries. Seeing this, the Blood Queen spoke out calmly,

"You've managed to surpass my expectations, but let's see if you can overcome the second wave,"

Saying this, the castle gates creaked, coming out was a whole army of golden armoured soldiers, no silver ones mixed between, their marching could shatter the earth, and they had an imposing battle intent that could pierce the heavens.

Feng was suppressed, because he knew that all these golden-armoured soldiers were the cream of the crop in the Blood Queen's troops. Any random one of them had base level Jade Rank strength, the ones in between had high-level jade rank strength and the ones at the top, the generals of the generals had at least peak Jade Rank strength.

Feng placed the blades into his arms and spoke inwardly, "I'm done familiarizing with the Dao of Blades, but now that i think of it, since there is a Dao of Blades, does that mean that there's a Dao for everything else in the world?!"

Basking in the satisfaction of figuring this out, Feng made a fighting pose as he watched the golden armoured generals march towards them.

He clenched his hands in a fist, and the green veins in his hand appeared much more pronounced than before. Speaking with a low growl, Feng tuned into the sound of the loud, booming footsteps approaching.

"Grand Nihility Thousand Fist Imprint Art!"

Thousands of gigantic fist imprints that gave off an aura of destruction appeared in the sky, deafening booms were heard as they flew towards the weaker puppet generals.

This was the finishing technique of the [Grand Nihility Fist Art] which was part of the whole [Grand Nihility Attack Art] that Feng invented. It possessed destructive power, but still took a hell lot of Qi to use. At that same moment, Feng's face became a bit pale, before regaining a rosy colour after a while of performing breathing techniques. He looked towards the parts where the Fist Imprints landed to see the expected they had crushed.

He was met with a surprising sight, most of the base-level strength puppets died, but that was not what he was aiming for, he wanted to kill the base-level puppets in one blow. But this outcome was unexpected; Several of the base-level puppet generals remained, some looked fine, but others looked disheveled considering the appearances of most of the puppets.

Feng felt displeased with this result and yelled in anger.

"Aghhhh!"

His shout was loud, and this gave him enough distraction, while the puppet generals were stunned, he quickly ran over to the closest base-level puppet general and bashed his fist against the body.

"ROAR!!!!!"

However, at that same moment, an earth-shattering roar could be heard. Feng could see the giant figure of a 20-metre golden-armoured puppet coming out of the Blood Queen's massive castles.

This figure had no discernable physical features apart from crimson eyes and pure white hair that one would find vaguely familiar.

"ROAR!!!!"

The figure roared again, unlike the other puppet generals which could talk and remember the matters of the past, this puppet had no awareness of its surroundings and could only act upon commands; It was the perfect killing machine.

"What is that thing?"

"How are we going to survive this attack?!"

"This is just…"

Voices containing terror could be heard, truly how was one supposed to survive the savage attack this giant was about to give them. They were barely holding up against the golden-armoured generals and now this giant puppet appeared.

"What is that thing? It should not be alive!"

Feng naturally expressed his thoughts on the creature, however, an angry voice refuted him.

[Shut up! You know nothing about Behemoth!]

The sour voice naturally belonged to Damon, who had kept to himself all this while, presumably walking on his novel.

'Why're you so mad? It's just a giant freak.'

[Fuck off, you damn brat. Behemoth is not a freak. Badmouth him one more time, and I swear I'll fucking tear you apart from the inside!]

This time around, Damon's voice wasn't as carefree as it usually sounded, instead it was cold and filled with solemness, anger and regret. It sent shivers down one's spine, like a voice that came from the very depths of Gehenna.

Feng naturally spoke no more, he had witnessed firsthand what power Damon's younger brother possessed (creating the world and stuff), so the older brother's power was easily described as unimaginable.

It was also then that he noticed the only physical features on the giant's head; Crimson eyes and white hair, just like him. A royal Celestial Demon. Feng now understood how Damon felt, to have your brethren, moreover, one of the closest to you get turned into a puppet you would definitely not stand for it, so when he saw Feng, another of his own pure-blooded brethren insulting the big guy, he felt quite angered.

"ROAR!!!"

Behemoth once again let out another roar.

Following the command of his master, he shot a fist towards Feng.

At that moment, to Feng the whole world seemed to stop, destruction seemed upon him, now he knew what utter suppression meant.

This being was Synonymous To Destruction!

. . .

While this was happening, in Fen's space crystal, the little furry hand was still struggling with escaping its prison, it had already broken off another piece of the stone egg, another furry hand appeared.

And coincidentally, the moment its second hand appeared, the Heavens trembled.