Pure, Brutal Slaughter

Old Monk Bodhi began preaching on the spot, intending to convert Zhou Feng once more.

The man before him had decent talent, possessed great fortune, and was fated with Buddhism.

Most importantly, Zhou Feng was not born in the Central Plains, but came from beyond them.

He was undoubtedly the most suitable target for conversion.

To be honest, if the Supreme Buddhist Kingdom had not been under such immense pressure lately, Old Monk Bodhi would not have wanted to forcefully convert him like this.

The risks of forced conversion were simply too great.

But Zhou Feng simply refused to see reason. Since subtle methods would not work, he could only use force.

Someone who had not even reached the Feathered Ascension Realm had no way to resist his conversion method.

After all, he was in the Ascension Realm, a full two realms above Zhou Feng.

"Ah!"

Zhou Feng felt waves of Buddhist light suppressing his entire body as the blood and qi within him began to churn.

Divine light burned in his eyes. Holes appeared across his resilient flesh as an irreversible force, like a dimensional strike, attempted to forcibly twist him around.

Under this crisis, the spirit veins within his body erupted with astonishing power in an instant.

Beneath the immense pressure, the transformation of Zhou Feng's body and soul began to accelerate.

In truth, after undergoing Feathered Ascension many times, he had long since stepped one foot into the Feathered Ascension Realm.

He had not broken through before only because he lacked a good opportunity.

Now, this was clearly an excellent opportunity.

Buddhist light and Demonic Energy wildly eroded his body and soul. Such tremendous pressure forced both his flesh and soul to begin transforming.

"Break!"

Zhou Feng roared.

His black hair danced wildly as terrifying spiritual energy