I Bound Myself to a Destructive Witch

Spiritual power bombarded Xia Feng's soul at the same time.

"[Copying successful——]"

"[?·Unknown Spiritual Artifact·Fusion]"

"[You have successfully copied B·Corrupted Chrysanthemum, B·Evil Ghost's Teeth, B·Storage Spirit Eye, C·Blind One, B·Executioner's Blade, A·Scales of Justice, D....]"

Out of the ten people, only seven possessed Spiritual Artifacts.

It seemed that even among the favored children of the major powers, there were those who could not awaken a Spiritual Artifact.

Xia Feng quickly reviewed this information, feeling dissatisfied.

Although the Scales of Justice were an A-grade Spiritual Artifact, it had significant drawbacks, and it wasn't the offensive type of Spiritual Artifact he wanted.

"Hum——!"

In the core of Spiritual Light, the Executioner's Blade blazed with blood-red brilliance, the cracking spatial rifts surrounding it faintly streaked with threads of blood.

"Whoosh whoosh——!!" The Blood Blade flashed twice in mid-air, creating two terrifying waves of air, and then instantly appeared close in front of Xia Feng, the killing intent overwhelming like a bloody mountain-sea deluge.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze.

The expressions on everyone's faces were vividly exposed—some sighed, some were angry, some were excited, and then there was Obrian's emotionless indifference.

But as time, which seemed to have paused, resumed its flow, it was unknown when, but the space close in front of Xia Feng.

Also saw the Executioner's Blade breaking through the void, emerging with momentum, whoosh——

"[Remove the false and preserve the true successful——]"

The Blood Blade heading towards the palace doors vanished on the spot.

The white cat woman was stunned and couldn't react in time. As the Blood Blade reached her forehead and a swoosh passed above her head, streaks of brain and blood splattered into the air, and her qipao-clad figure exploded with a loud boom!

"Boom!!!" The blood-red blade energy shot straight up to the top of the hall as if to break into the heavens.

At the same time, the exploded flesh of the white cat woman eerily reassembled, transforming into a white cat with crimson pupils that thudded onto the ground.

Everyone present couldn't help but be astonished.

They were puzzled not only by the Executioner's Blade's betrayal but also by the white cat woman's identity—was she really just a cat?

Justice Saint and Jin Jili looked on with confusion.

"My blade…," Yan Si was the only one who felt both heartache and pain, watching the Executioner's Blade also disperse, his heart felt dead. Damn it, these two were fighting, but why destroy my blade!

Xia Feng didn't hesitate and immediately unfolded Miyamoto Tengu to pursue his victory.

A towering and stalwart set of black armor rose abruptly, twenty meters tall, descending like a deity into the vast Holy Temple.

Whoosh——the armored giant stepped forward towards the white cat, charging straight at her,

At the same time, Xia Feng released the massive reserve of Spiritual Particles stored within the B-grade Storage Spirit Eye and the B-grade Spiritual Prohibition coin, pouring them into the Evil Ghost's Teeth.

With this massive infusion of energy, the majestic ghost face on the armor appeared to have countless evil spirits emerging and circling.

As its hands clasped together, the giant mouth roared, and numerous resentful, grimacing souls flailed their arms as they howled towards the white cat on the ground! Their piercing screams made everyone's ears ring with pain and their scalps tingle.

"Meow~~~!!" The white cat arched its back, its fur standing on end.

Swarms of Teeth Ghosts tore at her body, burrowed into her soul, and the intense pain brought her fully back to her senses, infuriated and embarrassed.

She hadn't expected that the Spiritual Artifact she had borrowed temporarily with the Moon Holy Skill would be used against her.

Caught off guard and injured, the white cat was no longer willing to play house with this black-haired boy.

After a low, hoarse roar, she transformed back into an elegant human form, and similarly, a huge set of armor made of Red Flames burst forth!

It was an ethereal armor of Red Flames, the helmet's ghostly face lighting up with a pair of blood-red spiritual eyes, thirty meters tall, cold and majestic.

It's a Miyamoto Tengu too!

Its armor, constructed from blood-colored flames, incinerated the surrounding Teeth Ghosts to the last.

A thirty-meter-tall ghostly warrior, brandishing a long sword forged from Red Flames, moved like a specter. In a few flickers within the hall, he stealthily appeared behind Xia Feng's head, and the long sword, as if carrying the weight of thunderous fury, came crashing down!

Xia Feng's internal alarm blared as he crouched and twisted to the side in the instant the Sword Flame fell. His White Flames greatsword whirled half an arc in midair, buzzing ——!!

The collision of the red and white Sword Flames was like a clash between scorching celestial fire and an extreme icy glacier. In the blink of an eye, the floor tiles of the entire hall cracked invisibly fast, exploding into countless fine crevices.

But they closed up again just as quickly.

"Are you really trying to save someone with only True Warrior strength? Should I praise you for your courage, little brother~?" the White Cat woman pressed on, forcing Xia Feng's steps back with a relentless rhythm, as the clanging of her Red Flames greatsword continued.

A few crisp cracks later, Xia Feng's Miyamoto Tengu's surface was already fissured with horrifying cracks, on the verge of collapse.

It seems this is the gap between the Venerable and the True Warrior, Xia Feng mused. Though he had slain Venerables before by outsmarting them, this was his first time truly feeling the difference.

The gap was indeed vast.

Looking at the current situation, the White Cat woman was at the Venerable Two realm, possessing an A-grade and a B-grade divine position.

And these divine positions were precisely the reason for the immense gap between Venerables and True Warriors.

When a Spirit Master ascends to Venerability, they must consolidate a divine position using an A-grade Spiritual Clothes as the core. The Miyamoto Tengu was the A-grade divine position the White Cat woman acquired upon her ascension.

Once the Spiritual Clothes form a divine position, they undergo a rapid and formidable optimization. Xia Feng's ordinary Miyamoto Tengu stood no chance against one enhanced by a divine position.

"Ziiing——" While Xia Feng parried the White Cat woman's blows, Olivia, who had been watching from the shadows, suddenly blinked behind him.

Her fist, covered in black iron, smashed toward Xia Feng's forehead, her bloodthirsty eyes revealing a lethal intent.

A tingling sensation at the back of Xia Feng's neck, and he inwardly cursed, this woman had no sense of honor; couldn't she see it was a one-on-one fight?

But in the next instant, his figure disappeared from the spot, reappearing behind the nun, still standing outside the entrance to the hall.

"Boom!!" Olivia's iron fist, unadorned but carrying the weight of a mountain, once thrown, could not be retracted...

The White Cat woman had not even had time to react before the thirty-meter giant, built of Flame, cracked like a shattered mirror, with a snap turning to Spiritual Light and ash.

"Spit——!" The White Cat woman coughed up fresh blood from the corner of her mouth, struck once again, and her body violently flew backward.

She tumbled all the way to Obrian's feet and then vomited another mouthful of blood.

Everyone: "....."

Outside the hall, the sunrise dawned like a painting behind the nun, who remained serenely standing with her hands together in front of her belly.

Xia Feng emerged from behind her, smiling and admiringly said, "As expected of the strongest Holy Daughter of our Black Moon, defeating the enemy with one move, I'm impressed."

"Heh~" The White Cat woman gasped, twisting her neck as she struggled to her feet, her killing intent boiling over, "Really... courting death!"

At this point, Obrian finally shifted his gaze from the Thought Cage Core and looked up.

That single murky, old-timer's glance was so fleeting, yet Xia Feng instantly felt his nerves tighten.

A soul-deep agony warned him frantically.

He was going to die!!!

Xia Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed the enemy was no longer allowing him any chance to probe, so it was time to reveal his trump card Spiritual Clothes for the Absolute Kill in this battle!

Back at Snow Castle, he and Miss Mu had already tested the compatibility of their combined A-grade Spiritual Clothes, the Blood Spirit Mechanism.

Now, all that was missing was a real battle.

To ascertain the true level of terror that their combined strength could unleash.

While contemplating, a thought from Xia Feng echoed in Mu Qingtong's mind:

"Miss Mu, let's merge."