Nine Revolutions Star Transformation

"Soul-Burning Wine? Is it dangerous after drinking it?" Lin Feng asked.

"Exactly. The name itself suggests this is a wine that causes significant damage to the soul. It’s considered a formidable wine among the Ghost Race. Once consumed, a person falls into a coma, and their soul slowly gets eroded, revealing all their secrets," Sword Spirit said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng became furious and said to the commander, "You’re going too far! Pretending the Soul-Burning Wine is Ghost Wine? You really think I’d fall for that?"

After speaking, Lin Feng smashed the bottle on the ground without a care for the consequences. Just as Sword Spirit mentioned, he knew a major battle was imminent, so why not be straightforward? He was also curious to see if Kong Feifei would help him.

Even if she didn’t assist him, he could retreat unscathed, and there might be a chance to strike down everyone. If Kong Feifei did help, it would mean she truly liked him, making it easier for him to obtain her Nether Yin Qi.

"Boy, seems like you have a guilty conscience, unable to hold still at this moment. Will you surrender, or should I personally subdue you?" the commander said.

At this moment, the old man, still holding a grudge against Lin Feng, immediately said, "Why should the lord handle such a petty thief? Let me teach this kid a lesson; earlier, he almost angered me to death!"

Lin Feng glanced at the old man and said, "Old thing, since you’re seeking death, I’ll oblige. I haven’t had enough of killing in the Land of the Dead, so I’ll indulge today!"

Kong Feifei’s expression dramatically changed. Was this little thief crazy, daring to act so presumptuously? Did he not know both the commander and the City Lord were super experts of the Venerable Martial Realm? Wasn’t he courting death?

"You dare underestimate me? Today, I’ll show you my might!" The old man angrily shouted and reached out his hand, resembling a chicken claw, rapidly grabbing at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng didn’t expect someone would dare to attack him bare-handed. It was truly overconfident, even though he could tell the old man’s hand techniques were impressive. But under his Seventh Layer of the Star Body’s defense, it was nothing.

Unperturbed, Lin Feng performed the Seventh Form of the Demon-Breaking Fist, intending to clash head-on with the old man, hoping to cripple his hands. It had been a long time since he used this fist technique, and he missed it.

This Demon-Breaking Fist contained the Five Elements and Thunder Element, increasing its Attack Power by countless times compared to before. At this moment, the old man’s shriveled claws whipped up a flurry of claw shadows, attacking Lin Feng.

The sudden chilling wind was quite intimidating, yet Lin Feng merely smiled slightly. Soon enough, the fist and claw collided, resulting in an ear-splitting impact that reverberated among the crowd.

The surrounding space experienced intense ripples, and the ground within tens of meters cracked open like a complex spiderweb, with some fissures exceeding a meter in width. Some members of the Ghost Race fell into these cracks—truly unfortunate.

Kong Feifei’s heart trembled at this moment. This brat was overdoing it, and she was unsure how to react. She wanted to help him immediately but recognized it wasn’t the right moment. Turning away was equally challenging; she was so frustrated with him that her teeth clenched, yet she found no solution.

The old man felt as if he’d grabbed a red-hot iron rod when he seized Lin Feng’s fist. A sharp pain and numbness shot through his fingers.

Instantly, his fingers were shattered, and the immense Attack Power of the Demon-Breaking Fist sent the old man flying far away. He formed a perfect arc in the air before crashing on the ground, unable to rise for a while.

It’s not that Lin Feng could kill him with one Demon-Breaking Fist; rather, the powerful Thunder Element paralyzed him, and the destructive force of the Five Elements severely injured him. Given that he was an Eighth Level of Saint Martial Realm expert, even though Lin Feng had reached the Second Layer of Saint Martial Realm, it wasn’t possible without using the Celestial Slash.

Lin Feng shook his arm with a smile, "Such trash dares to fight me? How overconfident!" It was evident he was speaking to the commander and the middle-aged man.

For Lin Feng to defeat an Eighth Level of Saint Martial Realm expert with one punch was unexpected for everyone, including Kong Feifei. Both the commander and City Lord looked very displeased. How shameful for a mere boy to injure their subordinate right in front of them!

At the same time, they realized this youngster was a top-tier expert. Even a Ninth Layer of Saint Martial Realm might not achieve such a feat, as the Ghost Race elder’s move, the Ghost Shadow Claw, was his renowned technique—able to penetrate even gold and stone. Yet, Lin Feng remained unharmed, proving his Defense Power was fearsome.

Lin Feng then said, "Hey, that old thing is too weak. How about you two fight me instead? I’d like to see the attack power of a Venerable Martial Realm expert. I’ve never faced one before, truly excited!"

"Boy, you are indeed arrogant. Who are you, and why have you come to the Ghost Race? If you honestly confess, I may let you die with an intact corpse; otherwise, you will die on the spot!" the commander angrily replied.

"Who’s scaring who? Honestly, I don’t even consider you a threat. Anger me, and I’ll turn Wangtu City into ruins. Want to know who I am? Defeat me and find out," Lin Feng chuckled, though he had already drawn out the Cyan Frost Sword. After all, the opponent was a Venerable Martial Realm expert, and though big words were necessary, so was preparation.

"You’re courting death!" The commander finally couldn’t bear Lin Feng’s insolence. A longsword appeared in his hand, aiming swiftly at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng, having anticipated this, wouldn’t let himself be hit. As the commander struck, Lin Feng swiftly dodged into the air. The commander’s sword missed, instantly killing several Ghost Race members nearby, a crater several meters wide forming on the ground.

The commander, frustrated, rushed toward Lin Feng, saying, "Boy, not only are your words tough, but your escape speed is impressive too. Today, I’ll see how you manage under my Venerable Domain."

Hearing this, Lin Feng’s heart sank. He hadn’t expected this guy to wield a domain. He had experienced domains before in the Earth Martial Realm, easily breaking through them with his Demon-Breaking Fist due to their weakness.

After enhancing his skills, he’d learned to employ domains, though not effectively against opponents of similar level. But this situation was different.

This commander was a Venerable Martial Realm expert, while Lin Feng was merely at the Saint Martial Realm. The discrepancy was clear; suddenly, a bizarre glow flashed from the commander, and Lin Feng felt overwhelming pressure in the surrounding space—was this his Domain?