The Blazing Spear collided with the Fire Shield, and the resulting shockwave ripped the ground within a hundred meters radius three feet high. Nangong Wentian retreated more than a dozen steps, each step leaving melting footprints on the rocky ground, until he finally knelt on one knee to steady himself.
"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, but didn't bother wiping it away, staring intently at Han Feng, "You... how could you possibly control my Burning Heaven True Qi?"
Han Feng tilted his head, looking completely innocent: "I didn't control it." He pointed to the sky, "It just suddenly wanted to go home."
"You!" Nangong Wentian was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood; this time, it was a genuine internal injury.
Dongfang Lin, watching from the sidelines, twitched his beard high: "Hahaha, old ghost Nangong, how does it feel to have your own backside burned?"
Dongfang Lin stroked his chin thoughtfully: "The Star Soul Lord's 'Return of All Laws to the Source'...it seems the legend is true."
Nangong Wentian's face twisted in pain. Suddenly, he bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his palms: "Burning Heaven and Destroying the World!" This was his most powerful forbidden technique, which would shorten his lifespan by at least ten years if used, but he couldn't care less at this moment.
A towering wave of fire appeared out of nowhere, transforming into nine ferocious fire dragons that lunged at Han Feng. This time, even the air itself was burned into distorted vortexes resembling black holes.
Han Feng finally looked directly at his opponent, but still did not flinch or dodge. He slowly raised his right hand, palm up, and made a "lifting" motion.
The nine fire dragons suddenly froze in mid-air, then compressed into a crimson ball of light like dough being kneaded by an invisible hand. Han Feng observed the "toy" in his palm with great interest, even poking it with his finger.
"The temperature is alright," he commented, "but the energy structure is too loose."
Having said that, he tossed the ball of light light gently, as if skipping a stone on water—the ball of light drew a beautiful arc and landed precisely at Nangong Wentian's feet.
"Boom!"
A miniature mushroom cloud rose into the sky. When the smoke cleared, everyone saw Nangong Wentian curled up in the center of the crater like a roasted shrimp, his gorgeous robes turned into tattered rags, his hair and eyebrows all singed off, looking like a vulture struck by lightning.
"Oops, my hand slipped." Han Feng apologized insincerely. "Are you alright?"
Nangong Wentian trembled as he raised his charred fingers, unable to utter a single complete sentence. His prized Burning Heaven True Qi was being manipulated like a child's toy in front of this young man; this blow was more fatal than any physical injury.
Han Feng strolled to the edge of the pit, looking down at his dying opponent: "Can we talk properly now? Tell me everything you know about Mu Xiaoxiao's plans."
His tone remained relaxed, but the starlight in his eyes now carried an unyielding majesty. The Star Mirror resonated within him, radiating an oppressive aura that seemed to change the very fabric of the world.
Nangong Wentian finally realized what kind of being he had provoked. His lips moved, about to speak, when suddenly his body convulsed violently, and a strange liquid gushed from his seven orifices!
"Watch out!" Zhang Jingcheng swiftly pulled Han Feng away. "This is some kind of restriction!"
Nangong Wentian's body swelled up like an inflated balloon, dense, blood-red lines appearing beneath his skin. Just as he was about to explode, Han Feng's eyes blazed with starlight, and he pressed a palm against Nangong Wentian's forehead: "Freeze!"
Time seemed to stand still. Nangong Wentian's swollen body was frozen in a state of half-explosion, and the blood-red patterns twisted wildly as if they had encountered their natural enemy, but they could not break free from the restraint of the power of the stars.
Just then, Nangong Wentian emitted an inhuman gurgling sound from his throat, his eyes turning completely blood red: "Eh, it really is the Lord of Star Souls!" Each word carried a tone that didn't belong to Nangong Wentian. "It seems Mu Xiaoxiao's plan has failed."
\"Bang!\"
Before he could finish speaking, his head exploded like a rotten watermelon, but instead of a scene of flying blood and flesh, it dissipated into countless blood-red crystals in the air. Next came his torso, limbs... In the blink of an eye, the dignified head of the Nangong family was scattered like a sand sculpture in the wind, leaving no trace.
A deathly silence fell over the scene. After a long while, Zhang Jingcheng finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "What kind of restriction is this? It doesn't even give you a chance to be reincarnated after death."
Han Feng stared at the spot where Nangong Wentian had vanished, his eyes gleaming, but without a trace of surprise or pity. When he turned to look at Shangguan Ce, a faint, cold smile even played on his lips.
"Senior Dongfang, Senior Zhang," Han Feng's voice was eerily calm. "Now that Nangong Wentian has been executed, it's time to deal with his accomplices. What do you say?"
Shangguan Ce's beard twitched. He was nearly a hundred years old, yet he was momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by the young man's aura: "Accomplices? You mean...?"
Dongfang Lin and Zhang Jingcheng also turned their attention to Shangguan Ce.
“That’s right. Your Shangguan family actually colluded with extraterrestrial forces with Nangong Wentian, attempting to seize the Star Mirror for themselves. Shouldn’t you be dealt with?” Zhang Jingcheng spoke first.
Dongfang Lin retorted sharply, "Just now in the main hall, you actually attacked the Star Lord knowing his identity. You deserve to die a thousand times over!"
Shangguan Ce was speechless for a moment, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it. Even at this point, he still dared to try to resist.
Shangguan Ce's gaze was fixed on the spot where Han Feng and Nangong Wentian had just fought. There was a broken gap there, and he planned to take the opportunity to escape from there.
Shangguan Ce then said, "It's not my fault, it's all Nangong Wentian's fault. He's the one who misled me! He said someone wanted to get in touch with my Shangguan family, so he made an introduction."
"Oh? So the person who introduced you was Mu Xiaoxiao, right?" Han Feng's tone was devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at Shangguan Ce as if he were a dead man.
“That’s right, it’s Mu Xiaoxiao.” Shangguan Ce nodded frantically.
"What did Mu Xiaoxiao tell you? Or what is her plan?"
"She said... Go to hell!" Seeing that it was about time, Shangguan Ce secretly gathered energy and shot it towards Han Feng. At the same time, he moved quickly towards the gap.
Han Feng calmly dodged Shangguan Ce's attack by tilting his head. Dongfang Lin and Zhang Jingcheng were furious: "Old scoundrel Shangguan, you really want to die!"
After saying that, the two transformed into a streak of light and chased after him. Han Feng shook his head and said to himself, "Sigh, some people just court death like that."
When Han Feng walked out of the secret passage, Dongfang Wantang and Dongfang Xun were already waiting at the door. Dongfang Wantang asked, "Grandpa and the others just chased after them. We just called people to clean up this place when we saw a figure fly out. What happened inside?"
Han Feng simply said, "Nangong Wentian is dead."
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