The War-god of Conquering the Heavens

C8 – Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Technique

Although he had recently achieved the Innate Stage, the aura he exuded was far from insignificant. It even surpassed that of warriors at the first level of the human realm. However, when faced with the black-clothed middle-aged man, his aura seemed utterly inconsequential.

“Oh? First level of the mortal realm! While his aura is impressive, challenging the Crown Prince at such a high level is impossible.”

“I’ll let you know how big the gap is between you and the Crown Prince!”

Boom!

Though this aura wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been in front of Chen Liuyuan, it was still substantial. Chen Shaofeng felt as if he were pinned beneath a colossal mountain, rendering him incapable of resistance. His body remained pressed down, leaving no room for defiance.

Clearly, the black-clothed middle-aged man’s aura didn’t represent his utmost power. Could this be what he meant by his earlier words?

Indeed, after releasing this aura, he uttered, “This is the genuine might of the Crown Prince. You can’t even withstand his aura, let alone face him in combat.”

“Forget about a year, even ten years wouldn’t make you a match for the Crown Prince. Killing you would only sully my hands.”

As he spoke, the black-clad middle-aged man withdrew his aura, turned, and departed from the Marquis’s Mansion’s realm.This chapter is updat𝓮d by nov(e)(l)biin.com

It was evident that he hadn’t come to destroy the Marquis’s Mansion. Ultimately, the Chi Yunhou’s residence had been granted to him by the king, and no matter how formidable King Mua Nan might be, they couldn’t oppose the royal family.

Acting as Chi Yunhou, they had to exercise caution in their actions, or else the Marquis’s Mansion might have been bathed in blood long ago.

Regardless, ending up in this situation might not necessarily be misfortune for Chen Shaofeng.

Nevertheless, today’s events had a profound impact on Chen Shaofeng. At the tender age of seventeen, the betrayal of his lover weighed heavily on his mind, as did the colossal burden of Lee Junjie’s treachery. It caused him, a young duke by birth, to mature suddenly.

“Father! I’ve made up my mind to leave Nanshan County early tomorrow morning and embark on a journey of training,” Chen Shaofeng declared with unwavering resolve.

“Feng Er!” I support your decision, but no matter what, your life must be safeguarded, understood?”

Chen Liuyuan was acutely aware of the perils of training journeys and understood the difficulties of going alone. Though deeply concerned, he couldn’t deter Chen Shaofeng because he lacked the strength to protect his son.

Reflecting on his past vigor and self-assurance and comparing it to his current helplessness, where he couldn’t even safeguard his own son, he made a firm decision.

“I understand, father! I plan to participate in the Great Tang Academy entrance exam in half a month,” Chen Shaofeng revealed.

“The Great Tang Academy entrance exam? Do you intend to cultivate at the Great Tang Academy?” Chen Liuyuan inquired, his surprise evident.

It was worth noting that the Great Tang Academy was essentially Lee Junjie’s domain. Chen Shaofeng had only recently forged a one-year pact with him, and now he was voluntarily walking into what seemed like a trap. Wasn’t this akin to courting disaster?

This was also why Chen Liuyuan was so shocked.

Chen Shaofeng nodded in agreement. “You’re right, Father. To face challenges head-on, I must enter the fray. Besides, with my current capabilities, even if I spend a year honing my skills outside, I still won’t match Lee Junjie. Joining a faction is the key to accessing better cultivation resources.”

“Indeed, whether it’s training outside or within the esteemed Great Tang Academy, one needs unwavering strength. Throughout the entire Great Tang Country, and even in the vast Dong Lai Domain, martial prowess reigns supreme. Strength is the paramount factor. Before you embark on your journey, I, your father, wish to impart an offensive martial technique to you,” Chen Liuyuan declared.

“What martial technique is it?” Chen Shaofeng inquired.

“The Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts! This martial technique is at the seventh level of the Yellow Level and is currently the most formidable one I can bestow upon you,” Chen Liuyuan explained.

As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from Chen Liuyuan, and a surge of intense energy flowed out of his body. The scarlet energy discharged from him coalesced into a fiery red Energy Ball right before him.

The Energy Ball formed almost instantaneously, a testament to Chen Liuyuan’s immense strength.

The instant the Energy Ball took shape, the surrounding air emitted a hissing sound. Upon closer inspection, one could discern that the air had established intricate connections with the energy sphere.

The surrounding space began to suffocate as well.

“Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts!”

The Energy Ball’s form swelled instantaneously, radiating a formidable and domineering energy that surged forth directly toward a large tree held in the arms of several people.

Boom!

Upon the Energy Ball’s assault on the massive tree, a series of thunderous reverberations filled the air.

The tree’s trunk burst apart, shrouding the area in a haze of smoke that veiled the entire tree.

Once the smoke dissipated, not a single trace remained of the once-standing tree. Were it not for the substantial pit, observers might have doubted the tree’s existence in the first place.

So powerful!

Chen Shaofeng stood in utter astonishment, never anticipating that the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts would wield such overwhelming might. He was aware that his father had constrained the power to its minimal level, yet even with this limited potency, it obliterated the large tree instantaneously.

“This is merely a fraction of the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts’ potential. With successful cultivation, you can even confront adversaries above your level. Naturally, your proficiency with the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts will depend on your comprehension and mastery of it,” Chen Liuyuan elaborated.

Continuing, Chen Liuyuan explained, “Moreover, the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts isn’t confined to a singular manifestation. It can take the form of a sword technique, a blade art, a palm technique, or even a Fist Art. Each application bestows distinct attributes, all of which you’ll explore in due course.”

Chen Liuyuan tapped a finger to Chen Shaofeng’s forehead, prompting a sensation of information flooding his mind, with the most prominent five words being “Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts.”

“This is?”

This marked Chen Shaofeng’s first encounter with such a method of transmitting a martial skill, leaving him bewildered.

“Once a martial practitioner attains the Spiritual Martial Stage, they can cultivate their spirit sense. What your father did just now was employ spirit consciousness to impart knowledge directly into your mind,” Chen Liuyuan clarified.

“So that’s how it is!”

Chen Shaofeng nodded in acknowledgment, and Chen Liuyuan concluded, “Very well! I recommend that you start by cultivating the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts before continuing your journey. We are not far from the Imperial City, and we should reach there in about five or six days.”

Chen Shaofeng remained silent and ascended the mountain behind the Marquis’s Mansion, his usual training spot.

Chen Liuyuan didn’t impede him. He understood that cultivating the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts successfully would likely take at least ten days.

Regardless of how potent Chen Shaofeng’s Inherent Skill was, he still required several days.

He wanted to see his son once more before their parting.

In truth, the moment Chen Shaofeng laid eyes on the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts, he realized that it was an incredibly challenging martial technique to master. Being a martial skill of the seventh level in the Yellow Level, and him being only at the first level of the Mortal Realm, it was already a significantly advanced martial skill for him.

Therefore, success would necessitate not only time but also dedication.

However, what concerned Chen Shaofeng most at this juncture was not the time but whether he could comprehend the intricacies of the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts.

“To cultivate the Crimson Flame Tyrant Killing Arts, you just need to enter the Mountain and Sea Space. One night there equates to at least four or five days here.”

Chen Shaofeng smiled enigmatically, and in an instant, his form vanished from the mountain’s rear.