Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor-Chapter 1466 - 1451: The Unacceptable Yuan Zhen

The enormous Dark Thunder Dragon swept across a wide area of the Sinister Forest, and the towering giant trees were destroyed beneath its might.

When the Dark Thunder Dragon suddenly dispersed, a large vacuum zone appeared in this once densely wooded forest.

As the Dark Thunder Dragon vanished, two figures emerged.

A young man clad in dark battle armor stood arrogantly in mid-air, his expression cold and handsome.

In his hand, he held a disheveled figure.

Martial Artist Yuan Zhen! His golden beast-hide battle armor was already tattered, his hair disheveled, his whole body appearing limp and powerless. Clearly, he had lost his battle power, as Shi Feng held his face in his right hand, lifting him.

At this moment, Yuan Zhen's face showed eyes wide with disbelief.

Even now, he couldn't believe the power of the Dark Thunderbolt emerged from a mere four-star Half God's body.

"Impossible! Impossible! That power absolutely couldn't belong to a mere four-star Half God!" Even though he had fallen into Shi Feng's grasp, Yuan Zhen continued muttering these words.

"I, Yuan Zhen, am a genius, a Seven-star Demigod, how could I be defeated by a four-star Half God Martial Artist! I, Yuan Zhen, have been defeated by someone three levels beneath me! Three levels!" As he said these words, Yuan Zhen was filled with unwillingness, his voice sorrowful.

For a Seven-star Demigod to be defeated by a four-star Half God was a huge humiliation! Especially since the opponent was a Martial Artist who had just entered the Sinister Forest, while Yuan Zhen had faced countless perils and hardships here over the years.

Being defeated this way was a great humiliation for Yuan Zhen.

It was as if all the cultivation done over the years in the Sinister Forest had been wasted.

"Sinister Metamorphic Pill! Secret Treasure! I understand! I understand now!" Immediately, Yuan Zhen's face lit up with realization. Then he confidently said:

"It must be so. He must have swallowed the Sinister Metamorphic Pill, using its mystical properties to change his talent! Also, I previously suspected he possessed a Secret Treasure, and he must have used it to hide his true cultivation level! His real cultivation level is definitely not just at the four-star Half God level!"

Thinking this, Yuan Zhen felt somewhat relieved.

Suddenly, the face gripped by Shi Feng's fingers started laughing:

"Haha, hahahaha! I almost believed your martial arts realm was only at the four-star Half God level! Haha, hahahaha! If I guessed correctly, your martial arts realm is at least at the six-star Half God level, and you swallowed the Sinister Metamorphic Pill to have such power! Humph! Am I right or not?"

Upon reaching the last sentence, Yuan Zhen snorted a laugh, as if he was the victor.

Watching the face in his hand suddenly burst into laughter, and hearing Yuan Zhen's words, Shi Feng scoffed and said, "What? Finding it hard to accept being defeated by just a four-star Half God like me?

You're really thinking too much. My realm is only at the four-star Half God level, and I haven't even taken the Sinister Metamorphic Pill. To deal with scum like you, the four-star Half God level is enough!"

"Four-star Half God? No! No! That's impossible!" Yuan Zhen, after hearing Shi Feng's words, shook his head in disbelief.

"You're lying to me! You won't deceive me! How could a four-star Half God match me in battle? How could I be defeated? That power can't belong to a mere four-star Half God, you're lying to me! You're lying to me!"

By the time he said the last three words, Yuan Zhen's emotions became agitated, and he shouted at Shi Feng.

"Humph, a dying man, does it matter if I lie to you?" Shi Feng said coldly again.

To Shi Feng, Yuan Zhen was already no different from a dead man.

Seeking him out, wanting his Sinister Metamorphic Pill, wanting to cripple his Dantian, humph!

Then naturally, he must die!

Immediately, Shi Feng's right hand, gripping Yuan Zhen, generated a mysterious and strange power. Subsequently, Yuan Zhen felt his whole body's blood boil wildly.

"Ah!" Yuan Zhen's face instantly twisted and contorted in agony, as a scream of unbearable pain erupted from his mouth.

Five Blood Arrows, shot out from Yuan Zhen's five orifices, aimed at Shi Feng's right hand.

But the energy within Shi Feng's Dantian had now reached Great Perfection. The five incoming Blood Arrows were not absorbed but instead converged into the Bloodthirsty Thunder Sword, forming a white thunder pattern.

Soon, Yuan Zhen's blood was entirely devoured by the Bloodthirsty Thunder Sword, transformed into a dried corpse!

A genius of the Seven-star Demigod realm, Yuan Zhen, had fallen!

Immediately after, Shi Feng performed the Nine Nether Secret Method, gathering the Power of Death that Yuan Zhen's death produced into his left palm.

The Power of Death from a deceased Seven-star Demigod should not be wasted.

Following this, Shi Feng's right hand clawed, breaking Yuan Zhen's shriveled skull, and extracted a wisp of soul, holding it in his palm.

"I..." The soul initially appeared bewildered.

Then, "Let me go! You… let me go! Release me!" The soul in Shi Feng's hand emitted sharp, piercing cries full of intense resentment.

Suddenly, the soul quivered intensely in Shi Feng's palm, as if realizing something, and exclaimed in shock, "I'm… dead…"

Shi Feng did not continue to waste words with this wisp of Yuan Zhen's soul, and with a "Boom," an exceptionally scarlet and eerie blaze ignited from his palm.

Immediately, a series of sharp, painful wails like that of squealing mice filled the air: "Ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah!"

Just from listening to these harrowing cries, one could discern the soul undergoing inhumane and unbearable torture beneath the Sacred Flame!

Before Yuan Zhen's death, Shi Feng had noticed his madness, unable to speak properly due to being defeated by Shi Feng.

Therefore, Shi Feng let him taste this endless agony first before making him answer his questions truthfully.

"Ah! Kill me! Kill me already! Ah-ah! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" The harrowing cries continued incessantly.

Blood-colored Blaze burned, worse than death! Despite Yuan Zhen's previous strength as a Seven-star Demigod, he was no different from others and began to beg Shi Feng for death!

It seems that no one can bear the soul-burning pain of this blaze!

"That's about enough!" Listening to the continuous wailing of agony and begging, sensing the fluctuations of the soul in his hand, Shi Feng muttered softly.

Then Shi Feng looked down at the soul in his hand and said, "If you wish to die directly, then answer my questions truthfully. If I'm satisfied, I'll release you!"