The Spiritual Pressure Field instantly descended on Xia Feng, enveloping him like the crushing weight of a mountain, imprisoning his entire body.
Xia Feng felt an intense pain in his soul, and his movements became sluggish.
The old man floated behind Xia Feng, smiling indifferently. In his vision, everyone seemed to move at half speed, everything around him was incredibly slow—this was indeed the new world that came with reaching the Third Rank.
He casually swung his scythe towards Xia Feng's neck, ready to finish off this so-called prodigy.
His movement suddenly halted.
"Wha—" The old man's murky pupils contracted, as a ☩-shaped golden symbol flashed by. His gaze gradually became vacant, and at the same time, a frightening blood-colored aura surged from his feet and shot into the depths of his soul!
"Ugh—" He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his figure flashed and he retreated hundreds of meters abruptly, his face slightly sinking as he stared intently at the two people in the distance.
His spiritual power was very high, and he was a highly Evil being, so neither hypnotism nor the Blood Beast's aura caused him much damage.
But he was now a Third Rank Spirit Master, and it was unthinkable that he could suffer backlash from merely approaching a First Rank child!
Even a minor injury was incredible.
Xia Feng's body, previously stiff, regained normal movement, blinked leisurely, and turned around with a smile, addressing the old man, "Old timer, why are you running?"
The woman in the black dress walked up to Xia Feng and said softly, "50 seconds are up, you can advance now."
"Is that so, then I will advance too."
"Are you sure you don't need spiritual materials?"
Listening to their nonchalant conversation, the old man felt superfluous. These arrogant people still had time to chat?
And they were even thinking about breaking through in the middle of a fight... The old man frowned and shook his head.
Even with spiritual materials gathered, you'd have to sit quietly and organize your Spiritual Pressure for several hours or even days after consumption, unless you had the ability of a Spiritual Artifact like his; otherwise, attempting to advance in battle was tantamount to suicide.
"If that's all you've got, then let it end here."
The old man decided to end the fight quickly. These two's tactics were tricky; it was better to resolve things promptly for peace of mind!
It's just that Xia Feng had never copied his Spiritual Artifact, apparently aware of his status as Evil and dared not copy it, which he found regrettable.
But it wasn't a big deal... Hmm? For original chapters go to NovєlFіre.net
He had just begun the initial move to summon his Spiritual Clothes when the Spiritual Pressure of the two opposing figures began to climb simultaneously, stabilizing in...a Second Order Spiritual Pressure State?!
Xia Feng squeezed his fist, the faint aura of Spiritual Pressure brimming from his palm and circulating around him. He felt his body filled with explosive power.
[Real-time strength synchronization—]
[Your Spiritual Pressure has been greatly increased!]
[Your Cultivation has advanced from First Rank Spirit Master to Second Rank Spirit Master!]
His physical attributes improved comprehensively, whether it was Combat Premonition, speed, strength, or sensory aspects, all receiving substantial enhancement. The world seemed clearer, even the minute dust on Mu Qingtong's pale collarbone was vividly visible.
His soul seemed to be purified and sublimated, his Divine Sense clear, his spirit doubled.
[Advancement to Second Order successful, copy slot +1]
[Current copy slots: 2 (When exceeding the number of copy slots, the new target will overwrite the old one)]
[Detected copyable Spiritual Artifact "Vermilion Bird Demon Armor"]
[Copying successful—]
[Currently copied Spiritual Artifacts—
C-ranked Spiritual Artifact "Forest Wand"
B-level Spiritual Artifact "Vermilion Bird Demon Armor"]
[Vermilion Bird Demon Armor]
[Introduction: Come hit me~]
[Armor: After wearing, your Combat Premonition, Strength, Neurological Reaction, and Movement Speed will be increased by 200%, and the armor's form can transform freely.]
[Rebirth: After the Demon Armor is shattered and destroyed, you will temporarily inherit all the attribute enhancements of the 'Armor', and your Spiritual Pressure state will ascend one order (unable to ascend to Venerable), limited to five minutes.]
[Note 1: After using 'Rebirth' once, one month must pass before it can be used again; if forced, the physical state will age 1-10 years variably, and all dimensions will shorten by 1-3 centimeters, respectively.]
[Note 2: After each use of 'Rebirth', you will briefly fall into a paralytic state for about 30 minutes before returning to normal.]
A flood of information entered Xia Feng's mind, and while he felt exhilarated, he also felt somewhat averse.
The restrictions and side effects of this thing were quite numerous.
Mu Qingtong looked at the Spiritual Pressure radiance overflowing from her palm, her expression bland as she shook her head. Ascending to Second Order felt very ordinary, not as exciting as when she was dancing with Xia Feng.
When competing in dance with Xia Feng, she could feel her adrenaline surging rapidly, a pleasure only the confrontation with a formidable opponent can bring.
And ascending to Second Order was just too easy, lacking any challenge whatsoever.
During her reflection, she raised her eyes to Xia Feng, whose state made her reveal a hint of interest.
"This guy... really just ascends whenever he says so," Mu Qingtong's golden eyes widened in surprise.
Though she could ascend without relying on spiritual materials, there was still the risk of backlash, no need to take unnecessary risks.
But obviously, Xia Feng, this reckless guy, didn't care about those risks. He said he would ascend, and he did it successfully.
She wondered how confident he really was... Mu Qingtong's beautiful, moist eyes curved lightly, puzzled yet curious as she continued to gaze at Xia Feng's side profile.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Xia Feng asked, puzzled and tilting his head.
"Mr. Xia, did you know that I have a laboratory on Princeton Avenue?"
"So, would you be willing to be my test subject?" Mu Qingtong's golden eyes blinked unblinkingly, smiling as she spoke.
Xia Feng smiled and turned his head to look into the distance; the old man had already disappeared.
"Let's go. We can't let him get away."
The two stepped forward and disappeared into the forest.
The meter-tall old man, forehead sweaty and expression tense, swiftly passed through the jungle.
He didn't want to run; after all, he was currently a Third Rank Spirit Master.
But the thought of those two, who could easily kill a Second Order while being First Order and now had ascended to Second Order, easily defeating him—a pseudo Third Rank—made it obvious.
Only a fool would continue to fight them; running away while these two monsters were busy chatting was the sensible thing to do!
Once back at the Great Wall, he would report all the information about these two monsters to Prince, which would be a significant gain.
The sound of the air tearing approached.
"Damn, who is the real Third Rank Spirit Master... how are they so fast!" The old man's gray brows furrowed deeply, he didn't look back and continued to frantically flee.
At that moment, his eyes suddenly became empty and lifeless.
"Crap!" The next moment, he snapped awake with his strong spirit power, breaking free from the hypnosis, but his suddenly weak body uncontrollably smashed into the rock wall ahead, pebbles scattering everywhere.
"Cough, cough, cough—" He painfully coughed as he got up, his vision blurry. A black-skirted, white-clothed figure slowly walked out of the dark forest, resembling two black and white demons.
"I have to say, your Spiritual Artifact is quite useful. A 200% increase in speed, useful for both chasing and escaping."
As the man's voice of admiration sounded, the old man's pupils slowly dilated.
Because he saw a layer of fiery red armor covering Xia Feng's body, with plates that seemed entwined by a divine bird.
He recognized it—it was...
The initial form of the Vermilion Bird Demon Armor!
"You actually copied my Spiritual Artifact?" Surprise filled him, and the old man's dry lips unconsciously stretched into a smile, the fear in his eyes instantly dissipating.
Suddenly, he didn't want to run anymore.