Strongest Lord by Opening Blind Boxes

Chapter 519: Chapter 349: As a Spectator, You Can Only Wave Flags and Cheer

Luo Feng molted again. The process was like shucking off clothes—a Transformation. In the blink of an eye, he changed from the Three-headed Dragon into a colossal Nine-headed Monster Snake!

This Nine-headed Monster Snake was Dark Gold from head to tail. It crouched on the ground, its body resembling a toad’s, with nine long, serpentine necks. Its heads were held high, swaying and thrashing wildly, and at the center of each forehead was a single, scarlet, vertical eye.

The moment it appeared, it became a living turret. Each of its nine heads spat out ferocious energy Rays, while crimson flames ignited beneath its body, transforming the several-hundred-meter radius around it into a blazing inferno.

Zhong Wuya, the Cold Pool Master, was soon injured.

Luo Feng’s overwhelming firepower left him struggling to defend. His Ice Beam struck the nine-headed serpent but seemed to do no damage, and his Cold Pool Domain was completely suppressed.

’This thing is Invulnerable, impervious to all elements. What a monster! It looks like my time is up.’

Zhong Wuya let out a heavy sigh. As he held up his Ice Crystal Barrier to block Luo Feng’s assault, he leveled his Magic Staff and roared, ”I have one last skill, Enhanced to become Cold Pool Dragon Emergence! Evil God below, do you dare face it head-on?!”

At his words, it was as if Zhong Wuya’s soul left his body. A draconic image flew out from the crown of his head. Radiating a frigid aura, the crystalline figure shot into the sky, instantly swelling to a length of hundreds of meters. After circling once in mid-air, it plunged toward Luo Feng below.

Sensing the danger, Luo Feng ignored Li Xuanjun. All nine of his heads snapped up and fired golden energy Rays at the ice dragon plummeting from the sky.

The energy Rays struck the ice dragon but failed to slow its descent. In the next instant, with a deafening BOOM, the colossal dragon crashed into Luo Feng. The impact triggered an explosion that unleashed a massive wave of frigid energy, instantly flash-freezing the giant nine-headed serpent and the surrounding kilometer of land into a solid mountain of ice.

This attack, however, completely exhausted Zhong Wuya’s Life Force. His body dissolved into white light and flew up to the spectator stands, where he rejoined the Chess Souls. Like Jiang Wanggong, he was now just a spectator.

The Beicang War God, Li Xuanjun, seized the opportunity to launch a furious assault. His figure flickered, splitting into two, then four, then eight...

In the space of just a few breaths, Li Xuanjun had multiplied into several thousand clones. Forming a battle array, the clones spurred their warhorses and, with spears leveled, launched a piercing charge against Luo Feng from all directions. Each one shot forward like a silver lance.

Li Xuanjun’s fighting style wasn’t flashy, but he was immensely strong, fast, and durable. The piercing charge was devastating. After the onslaught, the mountain of ice shattered, and all nine heads of the Dark Gold Nine-headed Serpent were pulverized. Golden blood gushed from the wounds like fountains.

BOOM! BOOM!

More explosions continued to detonate within the Dark Gold Nine-headed Serpent’s body. Its flesh and Spiritual Energy were blasted apart, and its massive frame was rapidly torn to shreds.

Li Xuanjun’s army of clones had not yet vanished. They continued their piercing charge, as if intent on grinding the Dark Gold Nine-headed Serpent to dust.

But suddenly, from the pools of golden blood flowing out of the Dark Gold Nine-headed Serpent, small humanoid figures began to rise, one after another.

The small figures had pointed ears and sharp fangs, their bodies hunched over as if born directly from the blood. All of them wore Yellow Robes. In the blink of an eye, they swarmed like a plague, covering the ground.

These small figures possessed incredible leaping strength. They targeted Li Xuanjun’s clones, jumping into the air to pounce, bite, and kill. A chaotic melee erupted.

Moments later, all the small, Yellow-Robed figures had been slain, but so too had all of Li Xuanjun’s clones. His warhorse vanished, and his true self fell to the ground, dropping to one knee. He leaned heavily on his spear, gasping for breath.

Li Xuanjun’s face was now deathly pale. He was grievously wounded, with little of his fighting strength remaining.

’Did I win?’

Li Xuanjun stared at the corpse of the Dark Gold Nine-headed Serpent. It now resembled a mountain of mangled flesh, its original form completely unrecognizable.

”Hahahaha!”

Suddenly, laughter echoed from within the mountain of flesh. A pair of hands burst out from the inside, grabbed hold, and then tore the heap of gore apart, ripping open a massive gash.

The hands, of course, belonged to Luo Feng. He emerged from the mountain of flesh in his Golden Angel form. Golden wings spread from his back, and his face wore a look of exhilaration. He glanced at Li Xuanjun and spat, ”What a bunch of trash. It was three against one, and I still mowed you down!”

Li Xuanjun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng appeared to be in peak condition. Standing atop the mountain of flesh, he looked down on Li Xuanjun and continued, ”Now, let me think... what kind of death should I grant you? How about I turn you into a Yellow Robe? Your abilities aren’t half-bad; you should make a fine one. I’ll be sure to take good care of it.”

With that, Luo Feng opened his mouth and exhaled a thick, yellow mist.

A closer look would reveal that the mist was composed of countless tiny, golden insects, which swarmed rapidly toward Li Xuanjun.

Li Xuanjun sighed. He was having difficulty even getting to his feet, but he looked up at the sky and said, ”Chess Master, I’ve done all I can! It’s a shame... this revival was only temporary...”

Having said his piece, Li Xuanjun’s body violently exploded.

Knowing he was too weak to continue fighting and refusing to be killed by Luo Feng, he had chosen to self-destruct.

The force of his self-destruction was immense, instantly obliterating a vast number of the golden insects.

Atop the mountain of flesh, Luo Feng’s face turned cold. He snorted, then roared, ”He self-destructed! What a pathetic waste! And I was so looking forward to it!”

But his smile quickly returned. He looked up to the sky and said, ”Kid, your hopes are shattered. Now it’s your turn to take the stage. Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick for you. I’ll turn you into a Yellow Robe as fast as I can!”

Up on the spectator stands, the expressions of Li Xuanjun and the two others who had returned to the Chess Soul gallery were grim.