This transformation was truly immense, even tantamount to a complete rebirth. It was scarcely different from the legendary possession by demons and monsters. Taking advantage of the moment when Li Feng was unattentive, Liu Xun’s blade had already rested on Li Feng’s shoulder.
"Oh? Nothing much, just a small technique, though General Liu Xun’s Tracking Technique is indeed powerful."
Li Feng’s forced smile barely hid his apathy, the emotions in his voice growing increasingly faint. Ever since the Demonic Qi possessed Li Feng, unless something unexpected occurred, his emotions always seemed very subdued.
"Oh, for you to transform so drastically in just one day, such a thing can absolutely not be a mere small technique. Tell me what it is, or I’ll take your head!"
Liu Xun’s face became impatient, starting to show inner trepidation behind his fierce demeanor. After all, such strength was even a notch above those peerless military generals.
Liu Xun had been around for so many years; how could he not crave such power? Besides, Li Feng was clueless in battle, only capable of using brute force, but in Liu Xun’s hands, he reckoned it could compare to the existences from mythology.
The technique Li Feng had displayed earlier—to dust the two with a flick—had made Liu Xun even more wary.
But now, with the blade at Li Feng’s throat, even if Li Feng was a monster, Liu Xun had never seen a severed head able to live after being decapitated.
"It seems, General Liu Xun, that you are quite confident?"
Li Feng began to sneer.
Liu Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, suspecting that this was Li Feng’s ploy to divert his attention and seize an opportunity to kill him.
But Liu Xun wouldn’t give him that chance. With a swipe of his dagger, he inserted it into Li Feng’s throat. To be certain, he followed the line of Li Feng’s throat with a slash.
With one hand, Liu Xun grabbed Li Feng’s hair, and pulled Li Feng’s head from his neck without feeling any resistance.
At the same time, Liu Xun found it strange.
But without looking at Li Feng’s face, he directed his gaze straight at the large hole in front of him, which was not blood-red but black, as if corroded, and even the bones were incredibly frail.
It was Liu Xun’s first time witnessing such a scene. Could it be some kind of forbidden medicine, he wondered to himself.
"General Liu Xun, your strength is lacking!"
Feeling a vibration in his hand, Liu Xun looked down only to see Li Feng winking at him, sending a chill down his spine.
In this chaotic world, Liu Xun wouldn’t have been able to survive without considerable boldness.
Resolute, Liu Xun thought since the deed was done, he stabbed frenziedly at the head in his hand with his dagger.
Like harboring an irreconcilable enmity, Li Feng’s head soon became as mushy as a rotten pumpkin, with teeth scattering on the ground.
"General Liu Xun, your strength is still too weak; now it’s my turn!"
Li Feng’s headless body moved on its own, striking Liu Xun’s chest with a blow. Liu Xun couldn’t resist the strike from Li Feng at such close range.
Liu Xun’s chest was punctured, a stream of fresh blood flowing from his lips. He said incredulously, "How can this be? Your head was clearly..."
But before he could finish, the hole in his chest turned black, spreading rapidly to other parts of his body, quickly corrupting Liu Xun.
Li Feng’s body took two steps forward and placed his rapidly regenerating head back onto his neck. The neck muscles sprouted new tissue, reattaching the head.
Twisting his head, Li Feng heard cracking from his neck, casually moved his body, and then put one hand on Liu Xun, now a dessicated corpse.
"Liu Xun, you are still too young."
Within the Land Temple, the Demonic Qi started to surge, suddenly obscuring the sky, and the living beings in the city began to grow alert, as if foreshadowing an ominous event.
Outside the city, Wang Yang and Zhang Xun had already fought several rounds, unable to overcome each other.
Speaking of Wang Yang’s swordsmanship, it was indeed exquisite, but when it struck Zhang Xun, it could hardly leave a mark.
"Wang Yang, you are still young. Why not join us, and together we can create a great legacy?"
Zhang Xun uttered this out of the blue, while Wang Yang had already guessed at Zhang Xun’s identity, certain that his body must have been enhanced by Demonic Qi.
"You have been embraced by Demonic Qi; you must no longer be human."
Wang Yang immediately recognized Zhang Xun’s true identity, and seizing the moment, he thrust his sword towards Zhang Dong’s eye socket.
Zhang Xun was caught off guard by the strike, the sword piercing straight into his right eye, but his facial expression didn’t change, as if it were trivial.
Yuanshu looked down from the city wall, witnessing Wang Yang piercing Zhang Xun’s eye, and his heart ached terribly.
In Yuanshu’s eyes, Zhang Xun was a treasure to be carefully preserved. If Zhang Xun, like Lu Bu, were to be taken by someone else, Yuanshu wouldn’t know where to weep.
"My lord, are you still comfortable?"
At that moment, a chilly voice suddenly came through, making Yuanshu extremely uneasy.
After so many years as a member of the Yuan Clan’s direct line, how could anyone dare to speak to him in such a manner?
"Humph, who dares to speak to me in this way?"
Yuanshu snorted coldly. He was in a good mood after acquiring a peerless general, but an unexpected injury to the important figure and such insolence irritated him greatly.