Going Crazy

There was still a great distance to the ground, but for Fu Qian, that was no longer a problem.

Silently jumping down from above, Fu Qian walked directly to the stone seat.

Feng Yunhong, currently on the stone seat, had his eyes tightly shut and was motionless, showing no reaction to Fu Qian's arrival.

At this distance, the sounds of wailing were already very clear, and one could even see indistinct human faces on Feng Yunhong's body.

Each face was contorted in agony, as if enduring immense pain.

Since Feng Yunhong wasn't reacting, Fu Qian simply watched, not letting go of any detail.

Given this scene and the strange patterns around them, it was basically possible to infer that the stone seat was a rather special existence.

It seemed Feng Yunhong was using it to suppress the consciousness of other Transcendent beings.

Soon, Fu Qian noticed the wailing sounds growing fainter and the human faces becoming more blurred, until they disappeared one by one beneath the skin.

Even Feng Yunhong's physique had shrunk slightly, no longer as exaggerated as before.

"The effect is quite good!"

Fu Qian flicked his hand and took a step forward.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong's eyes snapped open, fixing on him intently.

"What do you want?"

"Hello there, Old Master Feng!"

Fu Qian showed no embarrassment at being caught, greeting him with a composed demeanor.

Feng Yunhong let out a cold laugh.

"Fool, did you really think I lost consciousness?"

"I noticed you the moment you came down."

I knew that already. Fu Qian sighed.

Based on their previous interactions, he could deduce that Feng Yunhong was extremely cautious.

Even if he was worried and eager to deal with the hidden danger after hearing Fu Qian's words, he wouldn't have revealed his secret to someone without any backup.

This guy had been operating here for decades, and his familiarity with his surroundings was beyond imagination. Fu Qian never expected to fool him, nor did he deliberately hide his presence.

Staring at Fu Qian, Feng Yunhong wore a cruel smile.

"With your suspicious words, you thought this old man would believe you? I was busy just now, so I let you live a little longer."

"If you had made a move earlier, you might have caused me some trouble. Now, all that awaits you is one outcome."

"Just like those things just now, right?"

Fu Qian replied lazily.

"May I be so bold as to ask what you were doing just now?"

"You can guess."

Feng Yunhong stood up directly from the stone seat.

"It's okay if you can't guess, you'll understand soon enough."

He picked up the halberd beside him with one hand.

"Believe me, you'll understand for a very, very long time..."

"That would be nice."

"You truly don't know your place!"

Feng Yunhong swung his halberd, a cold glint flashing. Fu Qian narrowly dodged the attack.

"You're quite quick to escape."

Feng Yunhong snorted, his halberd unfurling, sending out a continuous stream of cold light.

This guy from who-knows-where was indeed quite strong, and crucially, he knew too much.

He had already decided to kill, and absolutely could not let Fu Qian escape.

Unexpectedly, the other party showed no signs of fleeing. Instead of retreating, he advanced, dodging the halberd and closing in for close combat.

Is this guy crazy?

Despite his confusion at Fu Qian's suicidal behavior, Feng Yunhong showed no mercy, deciding to end the fight quickly.

Feng Yunhong's halberd techniques were skillful, and coupled with the gap in their cultivation realms, he firmly held the upper hand.

Soon, Fu Qian, unable to dodge in time, sustained a bloody gash on his arm.

Just as Feng Yunhong was preparing to press his advantage, a scarlet light flashed before him.

Slap!

A whip that appeared out of thin air struck Feng Yunhong squarely.

A hidden weapon? Feng Yunhong was startled. Seeing Fu Qian's empty hands, he couldn't immediately determine the source of the attack.

Before he could figure it out, the next moment, a strong sense of mania surged within Feng Yunhong's heart, giving him the urge to tear apart everything around him.

"What is this?"

Shocked, Feng Yunhong quickly retreated, pointing his halberd at Fu Qian.

"Old Master Feng is in great spirits. I'm here to make you even more spirited."

Fu Qian chuckled, his feet never stopping as he closed in for close combat again.

From the very beginning, he hadn't planned on running.

At first glance, Feng Yunhong's current state was quite good.

Under the effect of the stone seat, the disharmony within him was almost completely suppressed. Engaging him in a fight at this moment would be pure suicide.

But Fu Qian was very sure that those twenty-six low-health heads were still there, not truly eliminated.

If they could be so easily digested, why would Feng Yunhong have been troubled for decades?

He believed that as long as the right stimulus was applied, they would become active again.

This situation was perfect for the Tyrant's Fist to shine.

Chi Shengsheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimwood... all of you, get wild.

What in the world is going on!

As time went on, Feng Yunhong became more alarmed the longer they fought. His halberd flashed with cold light, leaving wound after wound on his opponent.

Damn it, this guy's vitality was clearly extremely tenacious. Despite being covered in injuries, he still hadn't fallen. His speed hadn't even noticeably decreased.

Meanwhile, Feng Yunhong himself had already taken more than a dozen lashes.

With each whip strike, the mania in his heart intensified. Now, the violent emotions were building up, even affecting his attacks.

And this wasn't the most terrifying part!

The Transcendent consciousness, which had been firmly suppressed, was showing signs of instability.

The wails reappeared, and they were clearly influenced by the manic emotions, their state quite unstable.

No more delays!

Feng Yunhong made up his mind and let out a deafening roar.

The massive sound wave echoed within the building, and Fu Qian, who was rushing forward, paused.

At the same time, the halberd's speed increased, tearing through Fu Qian's body with even greater force than before.

You have secrets, and I wasn't going all out just now.

Looking at his neck, which was almost severed at the base, Feng Yunhong revealed a sinister grin.

However, before he could catch his breath, a Scarlet Whip lashed down, striking his head and completely igniting the mania within him.

How is this possible!

Seeing his opponent still standing, Feng Yunhong froze.

"Old Master, don't get distracted!"

A mouth grew on the palm of Fu Qian's right hand and spoke in a mocking tone.

His original head rapidly shriveled until only skin remained.

This was the first time he had tried the Feast in combat, and the effect was even better than he had imagined!

In a way, he no longer had any vital points.

Quickly growing a new head, Fu Qian's hand didn't stop. The Scarlet Whip rained down on Feng Yunhong like a storm.

Under the effect of the Tyrant's Fist, the wails around Feng Yunhong grew louder, and some parts of his body even began to twist.

"You thought you had already won?"

Realizing that the chaos, both mental and physical, was beyond his control, Feng Yunhong let out a hoarse roar.

The next moment, he simply dropped his halberd and reached out to grab Fu Qian's neck.