Battle Through the Heavens: Marry Cao Ying, Reward is Devouring Ancestral Symbol

Kill Han Feng and obtain the Sea Heart Flame.”No... it’s not like that! Listen to my explanation...” Han Feng tried to defend himself in a panic.

However, beside the flying boat, the earthen-yellow giant palm condensed from Xiong Tao’s Qi had already slammed shut under Shen Wen’s signal!

”Ah——!!!”

The teeth-gritting sound of crushing bones and Han Feng’s shrill scream rang out simultaneously.

The giant palm tightened, and Han Feng’s bones shattered in countless places, with blood spilling from his mouth and nose.

”Spare... spare my life!” He was covered in tears and snot, no longer caring about his image, and shrieked for mercy. ”I... I work for the Hall of Souls! If you kill me, the Hall of Souls will never let this go! The terror of the Hall of Souls is not something one person can withstand!”

The voice from inside the flying boat remained calm, even carrying a hint of impatience:

”The Hall of Souls? I was just worrying about not being able to find them. Killing you will just make them come find me faster.”

Despair engulfed Han Feng like a cold tide.

A flash of madness suddenly crossed his eyes.

”Then let’s die together!!!”

He roared, his body’s Qi connecting with the azure Heavenly Flame linked to his Origin.

Sea Heart Flame was completely detonated by him at any cost!

Boom——!!!

A dazzling azure pillar of fire violently exploded from his center, and the extreme heat and impact instantly incinerated and shattered Xiong Tao’s earthen-yellow giant palm!

Borrowing the force of the impact, Han Feng, covered in blood, turned into a dim blue light and fled frantically outside of Maple City!

He burned his Origin, moving at extreme speed, and was about to rush out of the city walls in the blink of an eye.

However, a crimson figure appeared silently on his escape route like a phantom.

Cai Lin stood in the air, her cold and beautiful face expressionless, her purple eyes gazing indifferently at the disheveled Han Feng rushing toward her, as if looking at a moth flying into a flame.

She only gently raised her hand.

The space in front twisted slightly, and an invisible barrier appeared out of thin air.

Han Feng crashed into it head-on, like hitting the hardest steel city wall, with a dull thud.

His whole body flew backward at an even faster speed, blood spraying wildly.

He barely steadied his figure in the air, looked up at the cold and beautiful woman standing in the air ahead, and then at the silent flying boat behind.

Two Dou Zongs...

Han Feng smiled miserably, his face covered in blood, his eyes unfocused.

”I, Han Feng... what virtue or ability do I have... to actually trouble two Dou Zongs to come and kill me personally...”

He really couldn’t understand it.

And at this moment, on the other side.

The Sea Heart Flame, which had lost control due to Han Feng’s self-detonation and was about to run rampant, was violently expanding and rolling.

Shen Wen’s figure had appeared beside the azure sea of fire at some point.

He extended his hand, fingers pointing toward the towering flames, and grasped at the Void Realm.

”Gather.”

The supreme power of the Flame Ancestral Symbol quietly descended.

The Sea Heart Flame, which had been incomparably violent and capable of incinerating half the city, let out a low hum like a subject seeing its king, and the towering flames rapidly shrank and converged.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a docile, fist-sized azure fireball, which gently landed in Shen Wen’s palm and burned quietly.

Shen Wen held the Sea Heart Flame, turned around, and his gaze fell on Han Feng, who was in the distance with a withered aura and a miserable appearance.

Han Feng also happened to struggle to turn his head to look.

When he saw that Shen Wen had so casually subdued the rampaging Sea Heart Flame and was also standing in the air like that woman, his remaining consciousness almost collapsed.

Another Dou Zong?!

Three Dou Zongs?! And this young man looked like the leader!

”You... who exactly are you...” Han Feng’s voice was hoarse, filled with confusion and despair.

Suddenly, as if grasping at the last straw, he shouted with all his might:

”Don’t kill me! I... I have a secret! I know of a peerless Cultivation Technique that can reach Dou Di! As long as you spare me, I am willing to offer it up! I...”

His voice stopped abruptly.

Shen Wen didn’t even seem to have the interest to listen further; he just casually pointed a finger at him from a distance.

Chi!

A purple-black thunderbolt, like a heavenly punishment tearing through the night sky, arrived in an instant and precisely pierced through Han Feng’s brow.

The urgency, fear, and pleading on Han Feng’s face instantly froze.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed, his body stiffened, and then, like a puppet with cut strings, he fell straight down from the air.

Bang.

He smashed onto the scorched earth below, which had already become ruins, and stopped breathing.

Medicine Emperor Han Feng, who had been famous in the Black-Corner Region for years, had fallen.

Shen Wen glanced at Han Feng’s limp corpse in the distance and raised his chin toward Xiong Tao, who was waiting honestly by his side.

”Go, collect that guy’s corpse, and be careful.”

”Yes! Your Excellency!” Xiong Tao replied in a muffled voice, then stepped with heavy strides, thud-thud-thud, toward the body.

He extended his massive bear paw and carefully picked up Han Feng’s mangled body, his movements somewhat clumsy, fearing he might crush it if not careful.

”This person... is annoying just to look at.” Xiao Yi Xian watched as Han Feng’s corpse was collected and said softly, her brows slightly furrowed.

Although she was kind-hearted, she really couldn’t muster even a shred of sympathy for a villain like Han Feng who killed his master.

”He brought it upon himself.” Cai Lin’s tone was indifferent, with no ripples in her purple eyes.

Shen Wen raised his hand and grabbed at the air, and a storage ring glowing with a deep blue luster flew up from the ruins and landed in his palm.

The ring felt cool to the touch and had a simple, ancient design; it was clearly not an ordinary item. It still retained Han Feng’s weak and dissipating Soul imprint.

”A high-grade storage ring; he does have some wealth.”

Shen Wen took a couple of looks.

A high-grade storage ring allows the owner to set a Soul imprint, so even if someone else happens to get the storage ring, if they want to take the items inside...

They must first wipe away that Soul imprint.

And if that happens, the owner of the storage ring will sense it; this kind of nearly autonomous protective function is unique to high-grade storage rings.

However, now that Han Feng was dead, there was naturally no protection left.

Shen Wen’s Soul Power surged out instantly, using the most brutal method to wipe away the Soul imprint Han Feng had left behind.

Then he left his own imprint on it, and with that, this high-grade storage ring officially changed owners!

The internal space of the storage ring was quite vast, with quite a few things piled up.

He swept a glance over it and got a general idea of the items inside.

Cultivation Technique and Dou Technique scrolls, rare metal Ores, boxes of gold coins, neatly arranged jade boxes of medicinal ingredients, many bottles and jars containing Medicinal Pills, and some miscellaneous collections.

As a Core Disciple of the Pill Tower, Shen Wen naturally had extremely high standards.

In the Black-Corner Region, it could indeed be considered wealthy enough to rival a nation.

But for Shen Wen, it was just so-so.

The quality of the medicinal ingredients was acceptable, most of the Medicinal Pills were grade five or below, with very few grade six, and most of those were for healing or recovering Qi, and the quality was average.

Shen Wen ignored the mountain of gold coins, Ores, and ordinary scrolls, focusing his attention on those medicinal ingredients and a few jade boxes and scrolls with the most unique auras.

With a thought, several items appeared in his hand.

A black scroll recording various poison formulas and refining methods.

Several quite rare grade six and grade seven medicinal ingredients, and a few jade bottles labeled with the names of grade six Medicinal Pills.

Finally, his gaze fell on a scroll.