Realm of the Night God

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Deng Feng stood with his bone blade in hand, sneering at the blood-dressed girl approaching him. He seemed confident, showing no signs of panic.

However, it seemed he had other motives and was in no hurry to make a move.

Zhong Siyu halted, her gaze fixed on Deng Feng, her blood-red eyes blazing with anger.

"Deng Feng, you are untrustworthy, destroying my ghost building, killing my subordinates. Ha, you think you can get away with it!"

After staring at Deng Feng for a while, Zhong Siyu's face twisted into a wicked smile. This grin gave off a sickening, maniacal vibe. No normal person could wear such an extreme expression.

"If we're going to play a role, it naturally has to be convincing. Otherwise, how will the audience buy it? Don't you agree?" Deng Feng sneered.

"To hell with your acting! I see through your sham, trying to get rid of me under the guise of acting. Do you think I'm stupid?" Zhong Siyu's smile vanished, replaced by fury.

"Don't get so worked up over a few undead being extinguished. As for your ghost building, it's gone. But here, I have plenty of soul-gathering beads. Living in a soul gathering is much more comfortable than your ghost building. Would you like to try?" Deng Feng asked with a smirk.

"Screw you!"

Zhong Siyu cursed, her Yin Qi surging. Debris from the ghost building – rocks, glass, steel rods, furniture, and more – seemed to rise from the ground as if summoned.

"Die!"

With a wicked grin, Zhong Siyu waved her hand, sending the controlled debris hurtling toward Deng Feng's position!

Not only Deng Feng but also Yang Haoran and other Night Watch members were within the range of Zhong Siyu's attack.

While ordinary debris posed a threat to Yang Haoran and his fellow Night Watch members, it wasn't fatal. But the situation was different now. With Zhong Siyu's power, these debris became deadly. If struck, even if they didn't die, they would be crippled.

The Night Watch members' faces turned pale. They didn't underestimate Zhong Siyu's attack. Quickly, they mobilized their Yin spirit power within.

They didn't think their Yin spirit power could harm Zhong Siyu, a malevolent spirit, but they activated it to defend themselves against her onslaught, hoping to avoid being caught in her attack.

To their surprise, their hastily activated Yin spirit power proved futile.

Because Deng Feng, the Burial Master, shielded them all!

Deng Feng swiftly drew out the bone blade in front of him, sweeping it horizontally. A massive arc of blade light clashed once again with Zhong Siyu's attack.

A deafening roar echoed as rocks shattered, furniture turned to dust, and all the debris exploded!

Yang Haoran and the other Night Watch members were astonished. It wasn't Deng Feng's strength that surprised them, but his actions.

Deng Feng had expended a considerable amount of Yin spirit power to block Zhong Siyu's attack. In their eyes, their boss wasn't known for his kindness. Thus, his decision to use his Yin spirit power to shield them came as a surprise.

After all, the battle had just begun. Nobody could predict what would happen next. Preserving some Yin spirit power increased their chances of victory. Conversely, excessive depletion of Yin spirit power offered no benefits.

With the ordinary undead extinguished and the ghost building demolished, only Zhong Siyu, the malevolent spirit in red, remained. She was not someone the Night Watch could handle. So, what value did they have by staying here?

What was Boss Deng Feng's purpose in bringing them here?

To cheer him on?

The Night Watch members didn't think so. Even the most laid-back among them sensed that something was amiss.

"It's been so many years. If you had cultivated a few evil spirits as minions, you wouldn't be in this precarious situation. But no, you devoured all the evil spirits, leaving behind useless undead to fend for themselves. Now, when you need assistance, there's no one to turn to. I wonder what goes through your mind." Deng Feng sneered.

"None of your business!" Zhong Siyu cursed, then grinned wickedly. "Do you think you have the upper hand now?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Deng Feng countered with a smirk.

"Heh! It's not that simple!"

As her words fell, Zhong Siyu's crimson eyes flashed, and Deng Feng suddenly felt dizzy. His consciousness blurred, forcing him to involuntarily shut his eyes.

When he opened them again, he found himself lying on a bed, sunlight streaming into the room, warming the blanket.

Groggily sitting up, he realized he was in a familiar room.

"This is... my room?"

Rubbing his head, he realized he had just had a long dream. Now awake, his brain felt foggy, like he had a hangover.

"A'Feng, are you still not up yet?"

A knock sounded from outside the room, and a woman's voice called into the room.

"I'm up."

Deng Feng reflexively responded, but as the response left his lips, he felt something was off. It seemed like he had forgotten something, but what exactly eluded him.

The door opened, and a middle-aged woman with a reproachful expression approached Deng Feng.

In Deng Feng's memory, this woman was his mother.

"What time is it? Why aren't you up yet? Are you skipping school today?" The middle-aged woman walked toward Deng Feng, speaking as she did. But Deng Feng couldn't shake a sense of danger creeping up within him.

This sudden sense of danger made his brows furrow involuntarily. He recalled the dream he had just had.

Was that really just a dream?

With doubts swirling in his mind, Deng Feng closed his eyes. Seeing this, the middle-aged woman quickened her pace and reached Deng Feng's side.

"Haven't you woken up yet? Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"

Worry creased the middle-aged woman's face as she reached out to touch Deng Feng's forehead. But before her hand could reach halfway, Deng Feng suddenly spoke in a cold tone.

"Stop your dirty hands!"

His voice was icy, tinged with strong hostility!

The middle-aged woman paused, a hint of anger appearing on her face.

"A'Feng, how can you speak to Mom like that?"

But Deng Feng didn't respond to the middle-aged woman. He abruptly opened his eyes, and in that instant, his eyes turned pitch-black, like two black gems.

With the opening of the ghost eye, the world before him changed instantly. The room disappeared, and he found himself standing blankly in place. The woman who claimed to be his mother transformed into a blood-dressed, ferocious girl!

Her hand was inches away!

Seeing Deng Feng open his ghost eye and break the illusion, Zhong Siyu's grin intensified, revealing a set of snowy yet unreal teeth.

In the next moment, her hand, close at hand, slammed down on Deng Feng's head!

Thick Yin Qi condensed in her palm, and this palm fiercely struck Deng Feng's head!

"Hehe, this is payback!"

Boom!

The ground cracked, and Deng Feng's body was half-buried underground. It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but in this situation, he couldn't. Plus, Zhong Siyu's speed was too fast, making it even more impossible to evade.

Not to mention dodging, in this situation, he couldn't even muster basic defense. His head took the blow head-on!

Although Zhong Siyu's soul body was much denser than an evil spirit's, her body was still a soul body. Logically speaking, her palm wouldn't have any effect on Deng Feng; at most, it would pass through him.

However, in that split second before she struck, she concentrated a large amount of Yin Qi in her hand, completely changing the outcome. It was similar to how the Night Watch dealt with ghosts. Without the bolster of Yin spirit power, physical attacks wouldn't harm ghosts. But with Yin spirit power, the result was entirely different. The principles applied here were the same.

However, it would be quite difficult for ordinary ghosts to achieve what Zhong Siyu did. First, the Yin Qi they released wasn't as powerful as that of a malevolent spirit, and secondly, the quality of Yin Qi released by malevolent spirits was fundamentally different from theirs.

Taking Zhong Siyu's blow head-on, Deng Feng's face turned red, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Zhong Siyu wanted to take advantage of the situation and land a few more blows on Deng Feng, but by this time, Deng Feng had already snapped out of it. He swung his bone blade towards Zhong Siyu in front of him!

[Heartfelt thankyou for the support! BokuBoku]