"Mo Feng?!"
Heaven Abyss Holy Son cried out in shock, the fingers clutching his broken sword turning white from the force. "Weren't your soul and spirit utterly crushed by Chu Tian on the Starry Sky Ancient Road?!"
The young man before them, covered head to toe in pitch-black demonic runes, was indeed Mo Feng—the Chaos Demon Race's arrogant peerless prodigy! He should have been annihilated in body and soul, yet not only did he stand here in a completely intact body, the aura radiating from him had also bizarrely surged from the early Mythical Realm to the late Mythical Realm!
Even more chilling were the black demonic fumes coiling around him. They were not pure chaos demonic qi at all, but mixed with the nauseating Jiemie Black Mist of the Primordial Tribulation Lord!
"Crushed my soul and spirit? Hahahahaha!"
Mo Feng threw back his head and let out a hair-raising laugh. He extended his scarlet tongue and licked the blood from his blade, a sickly madness gleaming in his eyes. "Chu Tian, you did kill me once. But you could never have imagined that, at the very moment I fell into boundless darkness, the great 'Master' fished my remnant soul out from the depths of Jie Abyss and bestowed upon me this truly undying, indestructible tribulation demon body!"
He suddenly pointed his blade at Chu Tian, casually kicking away the head of a genius who had died with eyes wide open. The head rolled to Chu Tian's feet, the dead man's face still frozen in extreme terror.
"Do you see these pieces of trash?" Mo Feng sneered, his eyes filled with mockery. "They were all test subjects who died to test the endurance of the 'tribulation lord seeds' bestowed by the Master. Too weak. Far too weak! They couldn't even