Who says only those with the Clear Sky Hammer can serve as Chief Elder? On this point, I believe the Clear Sky Clan should learn from the Spirit Hall. One should not be too rigid, especially in extraordinary times—extraordinary measures must be taken. You should not refuse this role.
Tang Chen spoke with calm resolve. "I owe Bo Saixi too much… though I was unable to fulfill my promise to her, I still must go and see her. I will not be returning to the sect."
With that, he handed the small golden hammer to Chen Feng. His figure then soared into the sky like a blood-red great bird, streaking across the heavens as a crimson meteor, vanishing into the distant horizon.
For him, the City of Slaughter was no longer bound to a fixed entrance or exit. If he wished to leave, he could do so at any time.
In the shadows, Chen Feng silently watched Tang Chen's departure. Holding the golden hammer in his hand, he felt the weight of an immense trust.
Tang Chen had entrusted him with such a responsibility—how could he possibly let him down?
Very well then. Let the number one sect under Heaven take the stage. Let us see if the Spirit Hall can remain unshaken!
Chen Feng immediately sat cross-legged, beginning to absorb the spirit ring and spirit bone left behind by the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King.
Scarlet light spread out for hundreds of meters, and together with the devastating aftermath of the two titans' battle, no one dared to approach. This was the perfect window of time, and Chen Feng had to seize it.
The Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King was a spirit beast that had long since surpassed the hundred-thousand-year threshold. Though perhaps not on par with the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, the difference was not great. Otherwise, how could it have parasitized a Limit Douluo?
And what it left behind was far from ordinary.
Suspended in the air, the red spirit ring faintly shimmered with intricate golden inscriptions, casting a luster of both scarlet and gold.
As for the spirit bone, it was, by sheer fortune, a torso bone, precisely the one piece Chen Feng lacked. It too radiated a soft golden glow.
Chen Feng drew in a deep breath. This was the most critical step in his cultivation journey. Once completed, he would possess strength that could rival even a ninety-nine-ranked Title Douluos.
Of course, the next trial of the God Test would surely be even harsher.
Centering his mind, Chen Feng began the absorption.
An hour later, both spirit ring and spirit bone had been fully integrated.
At that moment, the voice of the Shura God once again resonated within his mind:
"Congratulations—you have cleared another trial!"
"Reward: five levels of spirit power. All spirit rings and spirit bones increased by fifty thousand years. Shura God Affinity increased by twenty-five percent, reaching one hundred percent total."
"Since your Shura God Affinity has reached perfection, you shall also receive the forging of a new divine weapon—the Shura Demon Sword!"
The stream of rewards was overwhelming.
Each one alone was enough to drive a spirit master mad with desire.
Having absorbed the Bat King's spirit bone and ring, Chen Feng's cultivation rose to rank ninety-two, formally stepping into the realm of a Title Douluo.
For a Title Douluo, each level was usually gained only after years, even decades of accumulation.
Yet here, under the divine test's empowerment, Chen Feng had leapt directly to rank ninety-seven—an apex Super Douluo!
And with every spirit bone and ring enhanced by fifty thousand years, his strength had reached unfathomable heights. Purely in terms of spirit power, he had already surpassed even the pinnacle of his previous life.
But the most astonishing reward of all was this—
The forging of a new divine weapon: the Shura Demon Sword.
Behind him, a vast phantom appeared. Though only a shadow, it loomed like a giant who could split the heavens, its gaze overlooking the entire City of Slaughter.
It was a stern-featured middle-aged figure, hands weaving in the void, drawing forth currents of scarlet power.
Chen Feng's half-divine Seven Kill Shura Sword floated before him, now inscribed with nine spirit rings: black, red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red—an utterly terrifying configuration.
Even without releasing spirit power, the sword's aura was sharp enough to tear apart everything nearby. The mightiest within the City of Slaughter were forced back, unable to draw near. Some even dropped to their knees, bowing toward the phantom in worship.
"Come forth, sword!"
The colossal figure stretched out his hands, summoning back the Shura Demon Sword that Tang Chen had.
"I still require slaughter!"
The phantom spoke again.
And in the City of Slaughter, nothing was more abundant. Endless blood-soaked murderous intent was drawn forth.
The half-divine Seven Kill Shura Sword, the divine Shura Demon Sword, and the City's boundless killing aura—
Three great essences, reforged under the Shura God's will.
Chen Feng felt an enveloping warmth, as though his very martial spirit had been reborn. This was no longer merely borrowing the Shura Demon Sword—it was a true fusion.
His martial spirit itself had sublimated, evolving into the Shura Demon Sword!
This was not just part of the divine test. It was equivalent to Chen Feng reshaping the Shura God's throne. Once he reached rank one hundred, he would completely supplant the original Shura God. At that time, Tang San of the future would only inherit the Sea God's position—the Shura God seat would already belong to him.
Divine might flood the world. The entire realm trembled.
A crimson sword, three inches wide and five feet long, took shape.
Its form resembled the Seven Kill Sword, only broader and longer.
But unlike the azure blade of the past, this one radiated scarlet light, covered in dazzling demonic patterns, exuding suffocating murderous intent and an aura of Shura divinity that could not be concealed.
Chen Feng raised both hands, slowly lifting himself from the ground to grasp the new sword.
Behind him, vast sword-shaped wings unfurled. A domineering aura burst forth, making him look like a fearsome demon god.
The Shura God, satisfied, nodded once before fading away.
Chen Feng exhaled deeply. Power unlike any he had ever felt surged through every vein.
All seven spirit bones on his body were now of a hundred-thousand-year quality.
His spirit power foundation was deeper than even a ninety-ninth-rank Limit Douluo.
His techniques were perfected beyond compare—the Seven Kill Sword techniques had reached their peak. Now, the Shura God had also passed down a set of Shura Sword Arts. Should he merge the two into one?
After all, divine techniques were far beyond ordinary spirit abilities.
Chen Feng pondered for a while, then shook his head.
There was no time to delay. The Spirit Hall might move at any moment. Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had united several clans, they still could not contend with Spirit Hall's might.
He had to hurry to the Clear Sky Clan. The once-supreme sect under Heaven must return to the battlefield.
Only then could the tides truly be turned.