That's right—this was Chu Feng's first Spirit, the primordial war-god of ancient legend, Xingtian!
The moment his bloodline awakened, his divine ability condensed and immortal qi filled the air, this power had come into being.
It was the tremendous opportunity the system had spoken of, the heaviest reward he had encountered on his road to godhood.
Look!
Xingtian's true form appeared—his hundred-zhang-tall heroic frame strode forth; a casual wave of axe and shield sent storms racing across the firmament.
He crashed down, stamping the earth; within a thousand li every mountain and river bowed in upheaval, the land tipping and swaying.
So arrogant, so confident—such a war-god!
Tang San broke into a cold sweat; he kept telling himself to stay calm, but he couldn't.
The Shrek group was equally at a loss, trembling like Parkinson's sufferers, terror laid bare in their hearts.
The other students gasped icy breaths, awed: terrifying beyond belief!
"This is the Hall Master's Spirit—practically a celestial deity."
"If this is divine might from the heavens, it's a sin for mortals like us even to glimpse it."
"This goes beyond the very concept of Spirits—greater than inherited Spirits, greater than god-bestowed Spirits, greater than every Spirit."
The students set aside their weapons, knelt as one, and paid highest homage to the war-god Xingtian.
They might not know this was an Original-Source Spirit—the source of all force, the source of all things. Among Spirits it can rival immortals and reverse Creation; the ancient mighty god Xingtian stands at its peak. As a war-god he slew countless foes, only to lose to so-called destiny. Luckily, he now follows Chu Feng and has a new chance to spread his might.
Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue stood stunned. They had long looked forward to Chu Feng's Spirit—after so long together he had kept it hidden—but never had they imagined anything this spectacular.
They bent at the waist, showing reverence for the power of a true god.
At Chu Feng's command, Xingtian took a slow step; the battle-axe in his left hand swayed, and several bolts of lightning surged forward like a flood.
Tang San's composure cracked; his movements faltered. He raised the Clear Sky Hammer to block head-on.
Boom!
Tang San was blasted a hundred metres away, embedded in a huge rock face; dust filled his nose, ears, and mouth, his mind growing hazy.
Yet Xingtian's assault had only begun. The demon face on his chest grinned; he lifted the axe and brought it down in a savage cleave.
Tang San could only use Blue Silver Grass as cover, dodging in the confusion, but Xingtian's divine force spread like a net—there was no escape.
The axe landed ten metres away; the shockwave hurled him down like a bird with broken wings.
With too much spirit power and soul force bottled up and then suppressed, his strength collapsed at once, causing an explosion.
The whole arena was destroyed, a gigantic crater blasted into the ground.
Chu Feng teleported nearby; a casual wave of his hand stilled the wind and sand.
He glanced disdainfully at Tang San's miserable state—this outcome was exactly what he deserved.
Tang San struggled to rise, only to find the meridians in his limbs partly torn—excruciating.
But Asura God Power still streamed toward him; unwilling to yield, he stood once more.
Meanwhile Ning Rongrong directed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile; she burned through all her spirit power to pile buffs onto Tang San.
Oscar did the same; the two of them emptied every last support skill they owned.
Tang San then released his spirit rings—six red, three black—showing how extraordinary he became after fusing so much power.
To Xingtian, however, it merely meant one more swing of the axe—no courtesy at all.
Boom!
Tang San took the blow with the Clear Sky Hammer; for an instant he felt his flesh might rip from his bones, and with a hideous expression he could only retreat.
The axe kept coming; forced to parry again, Tang San's spirit power scattered in panic.
Bang—he could hold out no longer, slamming to the ground; the Clear Sky Hammer itself was now webbed with cracks.
The Asura God, watching from hiding, immediately revealed himself; in dread he shrank the Asura Domain to focus solely on Tang San, barely enduring the pressure.
The five Shrek members still able to fight finally remembered their strength and rushed to aid Tang San.
Dai Mubai's White Tiger Spirit blazed, leading the charge in layers of pale-gold light.
Ma Hongjun and Zhu Zhuqing followed close behind, their onslaught equally fierce.
Yet Xingtian merely angled his body; a push of his shield knocked all five from the air, instantly dispersing half their spirit power.
Chu Feng appeared at Xingtian's right shoulder, calmly surveying The Shrek group.
"Let's end this fight here."
Chu Feng's smile was as relaxed as ever, yet to the onlookers it sent an icy chill—utterly oppressive.
Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong stepped forward; though shocked, they couldn't help worrying about Chu Feng—being women, they were naturally sensitive.
Besides, they had wanted to act earlier but never found the chance; Chu Feng alone proved formidable enough to earn their heartfelt admiration.
Now Xingtian swung his axe again, but the Asura God caught the blow.
He wanted to test how strong Chu Feng's Spirit truly was, using the Asura God Power born from the infinite hellish abyss.
Then his already evil, twisted face split into cracked patterns, divine blood spurting wildly.
For a moment the Asura God thought of the slain Rakshasa; he realised he could not linger here any longer.
"Just wait—when the day comes, I'll show you no mercy."
Wrapping himself in his black cloak, the Asura God tried to flee, but he was too slow; the axe hacked away half his body, wasting most of his divine force. Escaping was pointless—his Spirit was shattered, reduced to the dregs of a loach.
Tang San now despaired; the opportunity he had prided himself on was so fragile before Chu Feng—so cowardly.
He lifted his right arm with his left, stumbling dazed out of the rubble.
He could barely muster any strength, while the insurmountable summit before him—the war-god Xingtian—had not even used a third of his might, still as vigorous and valiant as ever.
Even if he could overcome Xingtian, how would he face Chu Feng, whose power reached even greater heights?
At this moment Chu Feng stated coldly, "This match is mine!"
"Ah?"
Tang San's pupils dilated; in terror he watched Xingtian raise the axe again. A chill pierced his organs—he knew his fate would be decided right here.
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