"Not only can I catch it, but today, I will also defeat you!" Lin Feng smiled faintly, his tone carrying a powerful confidence. The moment his voice fell, his figure flashed, turning into a golden residual image. He instantly rushed in front of the Netherworld Ghost King, slashing out with the God Emperor Sword in his hand once more. The sword qi of this strike was even sharper than before, the golden light instantly overpowering the brilliance of the divine crystals as it carried a fatal aura.
The Netherworld Ghost King's heart shook violently, clearly sensing a fatal crisis. Not daring to show the slightest bit of carelessness, he roared, burning a portion of his origin power. The Netherworld Qi within his body surged instantly, and pressing his hands together, he slapped out with a palm with all his might. Using twelve-full parts of his power for this palm, the palm print expanded instantly, resembling a huge black net as it enshrouded toward Lin Feng's sword qi.
"Boom!" Followed by an even more violent roar, the Netherworld Ghost King was sent flying backwards like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily onto the ground. He spat out a mouthful of wild blood, a bone-deep wound on his chest slashing all the way from his left shoulder to his right rib. Fresh blood gushed out like a spring, instantly dyeing his black robe red, and his aura plummeted instantly, dropping directly from Peak True God to Mid True God, unable even to stand up.
"You... exactly who are you?" Lying on the ground, the Netherworld Ghost King's gaze was filled with terror as he roared in a weak voice. He truly could not believe that he would actually be severely injured by a Late True God cultivator.
"Lin Feng." The