14: Chapter 14 Your fire is too cold, not even enough to fill a tooth gap.

The air on the Life-and-Death Stage was so dry it could almost spark.

The moment Ye Feng stepped onto the stone platform, a burning sensation surged from the soles of his feet.

Shen Lang, standing opposite him, looked truly terrifying at this moment.

His entire body was enveloped in a crimson flow of light. With every step he took, the hard granite floor beneath his feet melted like a candle, emitting a "chi-chi" sound as it turned into a puddle of lava bubbling with black smoke.

That was the ultimate manifestation of high-temperature Spiritual Qi.

"Is this your trump card?"

Ye Feng tilted his head. On that face scorched by smoke and fire, besides indifference, there was only a sense of greed that made Shen Lang feel an inexplicable palpitation.

It was just like a wolf that had been starving for three days, catching sight of a piece of greasy, fatty meat.

"You're at death's door, yet you still have a sharp tongue!"

Shen Lang was infuriated by that gaze and brandished the long sword in his hand violently.

"Blazing Rain!"

Without any probing, he unleashed a killing blow right from the start.

The sky filled with exploding crimson Sword Qi, transforming into countless fist-sized fireballs that poured down like a torrential rain, sealing off every path of retreat for Ye Feng.

The intense heat instantly turned the Life-and-Death Stage into a massive steamer.

The Disciples watching from below the stage exclaimed and retreated, afraid of being splattered by the overflowing sparks.

It's over.

That Servant is doomed to die.

However, Ye Feng, at the center of the sea of fire, had not moved a single step.

He allowed those fireballs, containing explosive Spiritual Qi, to slam into his body.

His clothes instantly turned to ash. Under the scorching heat, his exposed skin emitted a teeth-gritting "sizzle" sound, and the smell of charred flesh began to fill the air.

The pain was piercing.

But the blood-red color in the depths of Ye Feng's eyes grew increasingly intense.

Is this all there is to it?

It's not enough.

This amount of firepower isn't even enough to clean between the teeth of my Chaos Devouring Sword Body.

Ye Feng's throat moved violently, and facing the sea of fire that filled the sky, he suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled.

Whoosh—

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The originally raging and violent fire-attribute Spiritual Qi was uncontrollably gathered into a vortex, forcefully dragged into that not-so-large mouth.

Entering the throat was like swallowing charcoal; entering the belly was like drinking lava.

But immediately after, the withered black hole within his Dantian spun frantically, forcefully crushing this violent fire essence and transforming it into the purest nourishment.

The sea of fire grew thinner, visible to the naked eye.

Shen Lang's eyeballs nearly popped out.

What is he doing?

Is he eating my Sword Qi?

"This... this is impossible!" Shen Lang's mind was shaken violently, a sense of absurdity driving him nearly mad. "Die! Angry Dragon's Breath!"

He no longer held anything back, frantically pouring the Spiritual Qi within his body into his long sword.

Roar—

A deafening roar resounded through the sky.

The crimson Sword Qi condensed into a raging flame Dragon, fully three zhang long, carrying an Aura capable of burning the sky and boiling the seas, as it opened its massive maw and slammed viciously toward Ye Feng's chest.

This blow was something even someone at the ninth level of Qi Refining would have to avoid.

Ye Feng did not dodge.

Instead of retreating, he advanced. Facing the scorching heat waves, he formed his right hand into a claw. The moment the flame Dragon was about to swallow him, he clamped his hand tightly onto the throat of the Dragon's head.

The immense impact pushed Ye Feng's feet, plowing two deep trenches into the ground.

The flesh on his palm instantly carbonized, exposing the ghastly white bone beneath.

Now is the time.

Chaos Devouring Sword Body, Attribute Stripping!

Ye Feng's charred palm seemed to have become an entrance to the abyss.

The originally raging crimson flame Dragon, the moment it touched his palm, saw its color suddenly falter.

From crimson, it turned dark red.

Then it turned ash-gray.

The core "Flame" rule within its body was forcibly ripped away by a brutal and unreasonable power.

Without the support of the attribute, the Spiritual Qi was nothing but scattered sand.

Crack.

The flame Dragon, with its monstrous might, disintegrated rapidly before everyone's eyes, turning into gray-white embers that fluttered and fell like snow.

A stream of extremely pure Fire Elemental energy surged through the Meridians of his arm and into Ye Feng's body. His Chaos Sword Origin instantly surged, and his previously damaged Meridians were forcefully cleared at this moment.

Pfft—

With his Natal Sword Intent broken, Shen Lang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. A mouthful of blood sprayed out, splattering onto the Profound Rank long sword in his hand.

How could this be?

That was his proud fire-attribute rule; how could it just vanish into thin air?

Before he could recover from his shock, a figure like a vengeful ghost had already torn through the sky full of ashes.

With his charred and cracked skin, Ye Feng, like an Asura crawling out of Hell, instantly closed the distance to within three inches of Shen Lang.

Those eyes were as cold as ice, yet as hot as fire.

"Your fire is too cold."

Ye Feng's voice was hoarse and grating.

Following that, a charred fist, accompanied by the sound of a sonic boom, rapidly enlarged within his pupils, aimed directly at the jade pendant on Shen Lang's chest that was emitting a faint protective glow.