Chapter 1240
Chapter 1240: Black Shield
Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
"You're on the eighth level of the Spirit King Realm?" Qingfeng asked with surprise .
Qingfeng didn't think that this Poison Demon King before him could already be at the eighth level of the Spirit King Realm, which surprised greatly him .
Qingfeng stepped back once, but he didn't fall back too much . At least this showed that the opponent's power was around the same as his, because the Poison Demon King had also taken a step back .
Strictly speaking, Qingfeng had already won in the last clash, because he was only at the fifth level of the Spirit King Realm . Even though he was three levels lower than his opponent, Qingeng was still able to push his opponent back by one step .
Ever since Qingfeng trained in the Mortal Purgatory Body, he was able to battle those from various levels; even those in higher realms than him weren't as powerful as he was .
The Poison Demon King frowned and appeared to be concerned . He didn't think too much of Qingfeng before, but he had grown more alert now .
Qingfeng had truly shocked him . The Poison Demon King felt that he was more powerful than Qingfeng, but he had just been pushed back by Qingfeng's attack .
"You've trained in a powerful self-cultivation technique?" Poison Demon King asked .
Qingfeng shook his head in denial; he would never confess that he had trained in the Mortal Purgatory Body .
It was a self-cultivation technique that could lift one into immortality . If the Poison Demon King or some other self-cultivators found out, then it would be highly fought for . No one could resist such a temptation .
The Poison Demon King didn't believe Qingfeng's reaction .
He had read many books, and in one of those ancient books, he read that in order to fight against more powerful self-cultivators across realms with one's physical strength, they must have trained in higher-tier self-cultivation technique .
"I don't believe what you've said . I must kill you and steal your treasures," the Poison Demon King smiled coldly with murderous intent glinting in his eyes .
The Poison Demon King only wanted the demonic pill, but, now, he had changed his mind . He wanted to kill Qingfeng and steal his technique .
The Poison Demon King waved his right hand again and conjured a massive palm . The palm's devilish energy rushed into the air and, with invincible power, it charged fiercely at Qingfeng .
Qingfeng lifted his head to see, but all he saw was a poisonous black gas before him that looked like it could kill with just one breath .
This time, the Poison Demon King had used a more poisonous gas than before, and the power of his poisonous palm had grown more devastating .
Qingfeng put away his Golden Light Sword; he smiled coldly, and shouted, "Inferno Realm . "
The best way to deal with to poisonous gas were flames; fire could incinerate all of the poisonous gas, purifying the air and eliminating the poisons .
A massive Inferno Realm formed, engulfing several hundred kilometers around Qingfeng . It was filled with red flames and was incredibly hot, burning up all the poisonous gas inside .
Crackle crackle!
The flame burned up the poisonous gas, and, as it sounded loudly, caused all the air around to shake .
The black poisonous gas might have been powerful, but, as it clashed with the fierce flame, it was like it met its match, its natural enemy .
Suddenly, the poisonous gas was burnt up by the hot flames and disappeared .
The massive poisonous palm lost its poisonous gas, and only a palm was left charging at Qingfeng .
Naturally Qingfeng was not scared . He lashed out with his right fist, and formed a massive fist out of his vital essence . With massive power, it charged forward and clashed onto the palm .
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