The Madman

There was still a long way down to the ground, but that was no longer a problem for Fu Qian.

He dropped down silently and walked straight up to the stone seat.

Feng Yunhong sat on it with his eyes closed, motionless and completely unresponsive to Fu Qian's arrival.

At this distance, the wailing was already clear. Fu Qian could even make out blurred faces on Feng Yunhong's body.

Each one wore a twisted expression, as if enduring tremendous pain.

Feng Yunhong didn't react, so Fu Qian simply watched in silence, missing no detail.

Considering the strange patterns around them, it was safe to conclude that the stone seat was something quite special.

It seemed Feng Yunhong was using it to suppress the consciousnesses of the other Transcendents.

Before long, Fu Qian noticed the wailing growing fainter. The faces also grew blurrier, until they vanished one by one beneath the skin.

Even Feng Yunhong's body shrank a little, no longer as exaggerated as before.

Quite effective!

Fu Qian shook out his hand and stepped forward.

At the same time, Feng Yunhong's eyes snapped open, and he fixed his gaze on Fu Qian.

"What are you doing?"

"Good day, Old Man Feng!"

Fu Qian greeted him calmly, without a trace of embarrassment at being caught in the act.

Feng Yunhong sneered.

"Idiot. Did you really think I'd lost consciousness?"

"I noticed you the moment you climbed down."

You think I didn't know that? Fu Qian sighed.

Based on his previous dealings with the man, he could tell that Feng Yunhong was extremely wary.

Even after hearing Fu Qian's words and growing concerned enough to deal with the hidden danger, Feng Yunhong wouldn't have exposed his secret to someone else without any precautions.

The old man had been here for decades. He knew the place so well that Fu Qian had never expected to fool him—not that he'd even made any effort to hide.

Feng Yunhong watched Fu Qian with a cruel smile.

"Do you think I'd believe you just because of a few suspicious remarks? I was busy earlier, so I let you live a little longer."

"If you'd attacked me before, you might've caused me some trouble. Now, though, there's only one end waiting for you."

"Just like those things from earlier, right?"

Fu Qian replied lazily.

"Mind if I ask what you were doing earlier?"

"Take a guess."

Feng Yunhong rose straight from the stone seat.

"It doesn't matter if you can't. You'll find out soon enough."

He grabbed the halberd beside him.

"Believe me, you'll be experiencing it for a long, long time..."

"Sounds nice."

"You really don't know when to quit!"

Feng Yunhong swung his halberd, its blade flashing with cold light. Fu Qian barely dodged the blow.

"Quick on your feet."

Feng Yunhong snorted and unleashed a relentless flurry of glinting strikes.

The stranger's strength was impressive, but the real problem was how much he knew.

Feng Yunhong had decided to kill him. He absolutely couldn't let Fu Qian escape.

What he hadn't expected was that his opponent showed no intention of fleeing. Instead, Fu Qian pressed forward, slipping past the halberd to fight at close quarters.

Was this guy crazy?

Though Fu Qian's suicidal charge puzzled him, Feng Yunhong showed no mercy. He decided to end things quickly.

Feng Yunhong's halberd technique was polished, and his higher level gave him a clear advantage.

Before long, Fu Qian failed to dodge in time and suffered a bloody gash on his arm.

Feng Yunhong was about to press his advantage when a flash of scarlet light appeared before him.

Smack!

A whip materialized from thin air and cracked squarely across Feng Yunhong.

A hidden weapon? Feng Yunhong was startled. With Fu Qian's hands empty, he couldn't tell where the attack had come from.

Before he could figure it out, a powerful surge of restlessness rose within him, giving him an urge to tear apart everything around him.

"What was that?"

Feng Yunhong quickly retreated in shock and pointed his halberd at Fu Qian.

"Old Man Feng, you're looking lively. I thought I'd help you feel even livelier."

Fu Qian grinned and kept moving, charging forward to fight at close range again.

He'd never planned to run in the first place.

At a glance, Feng Yunhong's current condition seemed excellent.

The stone seat had almost entirely suppressed the disharmony within him, so fighting him now was practically suicidal.

But Fu Qian was certain that the twenty-six near-death heads were still there. They hadn't really been eliminated.

If they could be digested so easily, Feng Yunhong wouldn't have been troubled by them for decades.

Give them the right stimulus, and they'd surely become active again.

This was the perfect situation for Tyrant's Fist.

Chi Shengsheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimwood... Get fired up, all of you!

What the hell was going on?

As the fight wore on, Feng Yunhong grew more and more alarmed. His halberd flashed in a continuous blur, leaving one wound after another on his opponent.

Damn it, this guy was clearly incredibly resilient. He was covered in wounds, yet he still hadn't fallen. He hadn't even slowed down noticeably.

Meanwhile, Feng Yunhong had already taken more than a dozen whip strikes.

Every blow made the restlessness inside him stronger. Now, the growing fury was even beginning to affect his attacks.

But that wasn't the worst part!

The Transcendents' consciousnesses, which had been firmly suppressed, were becoming unstable.

The wailing returned, and the agitation was clearly affecting it. The voices sounded terribly unsteady.

He couldn't let this drag on!

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

The thunderous sound reverberated through the building, and Fu Qian faltered mid-charge.

At the same time, the halberd tore through Fu Qian's body even faster than before.

You've got your secrets, but I wasn't using my full strength just now, either.

Looking at the neck that had been nearly severed at the base, Feng Yunhong gave a cruel smile.

But before he could catch his breath, a scarlet whip came crashing down on his head, setting off the fury within him completely.

How was that possible?!

Feng Yunhong stared, stunned, at his opponent, who still hadn't fallen.

"Old Man, don't get distracted!"

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

His original head quickly shriveled until nothing but a layer of skin remained.

That was his first time trying Feast in battle, and it worked even better than he'd expected!

In a sense, he no longer had any vital spots.

A new head quickly grew, and Fu Qian didn't pause for an instant. His scarlet whip lashed Feng Yunhong in a raging storm of blows.

Under the effects of Tyrant's Fist, the wailing around Feng Yunhong grew louder and louder. Some parts of his body even began to twist.

"You think you've already won?"

Realizing that the chaos in both his mind and body was beyond reversing, Feng Yunhong let out a hoarse roar.

The next moment, he actually dropped his halberd and reached for Fu Qian's neck.