As a Control-type Title Douluo, Poison Douluo's eighth spirit ability could restrict an opponent's movements for a brief moment. Even the Porcupinefish Douluo, who normally restrained him, froze stiff on the spot when caught off guard.
At that instant, Chen Feng closed the distance, leapt high into the air, and the pursuing beam of light trailing behind him failed to change direction quickly enough—piercing straight through the Porcupinefish Douluo's body.
"Pfft—!"
The duration of Poison Douluo's control ended just as the strike landed. Staggering backward, the Porcupinefish Douluo spewed blood from his mouth.
"Yue Guan, you—!"
A gaping, bloody hole appeared in his torso, grotesque and horrifying. That was Chrysanthemum Douluo's strongest single-target attack, powered by the spirit force of a rank ninety-five Title Douluo.
The Porcupinefish Douluo could suppress Poison Douluo only because of martial spirit restraint, not because his strength was truly superior. Now, with his body pierced through, he was gravely wounded. He retreated again and again until he was a hundred meters away, unwilling to risk further combat.
In the distance, Chrysanthemum Douluo lost the will to fight. Eight Title Douluo had moved together, yet one was now dead and another gravely injured.
He turned back, searching through the gore to recover Ghost Douluo's remains. Waving his hand, he tried to collect the spirit bone left behind. But Chen Feng had reappeared a hundred meters away, standing in his path.
"Trying to leave?" Chen Feng sneered coldly. "Leave the spirit bone as payment for your life."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes turned venomous. "Brat, don't push your luck!"
"Then don't leave. Stay here—with me!" Chen Feng shouted, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "Uncle Ning, grant me your support!"
Though Ning Fengzhi's spirit power was almost drained, he immediately released two beams of amplification that merged into Chen Feng's body.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression tightened. He dared not act recklessly anymore. The situation had already turned against him, and nearby stood Poison Douluo, still glaring with killing intent.
"We withdraw!" Chrysanthemum Douluo barked. He abandoned Ghost Douluo's remains and quickly retreated.
Chen Feng did not pursue. He simply bent down, picked up the spirit bone, and tucked it into his pouch.
"Remember this, boy," Chrysanthemum Douluo spat out viciously, "next time we meet—either you die, or I do!" Then, together with the wounded Porcupinefish Douluo, he retreated from the battlefield.
Seeing this, the remaining Title Douluo of Spirit Hall also began to withdraw.
Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, Yang Wudi, and Niu Gao opened a path, letting them leave. At this point, both sides had consumed too much energy; forcing the fight further would only invite casualties.
Spirit Hall had many powerful fighters; the loss of one or two would not cripple them. But for the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the death of even one Sword, Bone, or Poison Douluo would be an unbearable loss.
This battle, with Tang Hao's sudden intervention and Chen Feng's unexpected breakthrough, had already claimed the life of Ghost Douluo. That was an astonishing outcome.
As the fighting ended, the Spirit Hall forces withdrew like a receding tide. Their spirit master army was highly disciplined, unafraid of death, leaving a deep impression on everyone present.
To train such a terrifying battle corps, and to secretly gather so many Title Douluo—who could still believe Spirit Hall had no ambitions?
This ambush alone was proof enough!
When they returned, urgent defensive measures would need to be established. This was now the top priority.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Knights and academy forces began to count casualties and reorganize their ranks.
But the true focus of all the strongest powerhouses now fell on Chen Feng.
This boy… had broken through to the Spirit Saint realm?
Even Sword Douluo was surprised. He had been watching over Chen Feng's carriage the entire time—no movement could escape his eyes. Yet Chen Feng had never stepped outside.
So the question was… how had he obtained his seventh spirit ring?
It wasn't just him. Everyone else was filled with curiosity.
During the battle, all the Title Douluo had heard Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's words. Bibi Dong had dispatched eight Title Douluo, a force strong enough to wipe out both the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yet their primary target had been Chen Feng.
Only after him were Sword and Bone Douluo considered.
They had even mentioned a Spirit Hunting operation, and… the inheritance of a god.
At that thought, Sword Douluo's eyes gleamed. Yes! That must be it—the inheritance of a god!
There were legends, after all, that spirit masters who reached rank one hundred could ascend to the God Realm. Most dismissed it as a myth. But now, perhaps it was true.
"Chen Feng," Sword Douluo asked gravely, "your power… does it come from the inheritance of a god?"
At this moment, the only people gathered around Chen Feng were the high-ranking members of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—his allies. There was no need for secrecy.
Besides, with his strength now nearly on par with a Title Douluo, who could threaten him besides the super Douluo?
Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Prince Xue Xing, Poison Douluo, Yang Wudi, Niu Gao…
All of them stared at Chen Feng, awaiting his answer.
Chen Feng smiled faintly. Indeed, as his power grew, fewer and fewer things could truly restrain him. And there was no real need to conceal it.
He nodded solemnly and admitted, "Yes, Grandfather Sword. I have indeed received the inheritance of a god."
"—!"
At those words, the expressions of every powerhouse present changed drastically.
Not everyone had heard the legends of becoming a god at rank one hundred. But the mere mention of the word "god" from Chen Feng's lips sent waves of shock through them all.
"So that's why your strength has advanced so rapidly?" Bone Douluo asked. "Because you received a god's inheritance?"
Chen Feng nodded. "Exactly. Otherwise, how could I possibly have absorbed spirit rings beyond the normal limits again and again?"
Everyone slowly nodded. Yes—this explained everything.
No wonder Chen Feng possessed two hundred-thousand-year spirit rings already. Perhaps, in the future, he might even have three or four!
No wonder he could acquire a seventh spirit ring while staying inside a carriage. If it were the gift of a god, then nothing was impossible.
"Then… there truly is such a thing as becoming a god at rank one hundred?" Prince Xue Xing asked eagerly. "Chen Feng, is there any trace of such a place we could follow?"
Though not a top powerhouse himself, his curiosity was no less than the others'.
Chen Feng smiled and shook his head. "How could I possibly know where such inheritances lie? To tell the truth, my own was pure chance. I stumbled upon it in Slaughter City. The god's name… was the God of Shura."
Chen Feng shifted all responsibility onto Slaughter City.
That was not far from the truth. The Slaughter City was indeed a relic left behind by the God of Shura after his ascension. Anyone who survived the Hell Road there could gain the Killing God Domain.
If anyone coveted such power, they were welcome to try for themselves.
But entering that place was easy. Leaving alive… was another matter entirely.