Chapter 380.

Chapter 380.

Wang Feng's eyes snapped open, and a flash of lightning seemed to streak across his gaze. He extended his mental perception outward.

Within a kilometer radius, every subtle movement of living beings came into focus with crystal-clear precision. It wasn't merely seeing or sensing the presence of creatures, it was a complete awareness of everything in the area, akin to a satellite scan. It was terrifying.

More astonishingly, Wang Feng didn't even need to open his eyes. His spiritual perception allowed him to observe everything with perfect clarity.

With his mental power condensed into droplets, this heightened awareness exceeded even his own expectations.

"If I returned to the Hell Road now, I'd be able to sense every detail of that place," Wang Feng mused. "Even predicting upcoming attacks would be effortless."

Such was the overwhelming power of his advanced spiritual sense. If he had possessed this ability before, traversing Hell Road would have been a simple task.

"Too powerful!" Wang Feng exclaimed to himself.

As he focused his thoughts, countless black glows coalesced in midair, forming a long, ominous dark sword.

With a sudden whoosh, the sword shot forward, tearing through the air.

In an instant, it traveled a hundred meters, far exceeding the control range Wang Feng had previously achieved with the Armored Black Thorn. The Armored Black Thorn, now honed by his amplified spiritual power, had reached an entirely new level of destructive force.

Killing with spiritual power and controlling objects was inherently tied to the strength of one's mental power. The stronger the spiritual force, the more devastating the potential of the Armored Black Thorn. With his current level of spiritual strength, combined with the fact that the Armored Black Thorn is a soul bone, Wang Feng likened it to a "life-bound weapon" akin to those in immortal cultivation novels he had read—far beyond an ordinary treasure. Its enhanced synergy with his spiritual power made it exponentially more potent.

Before, Wang Feng had only managed to unleash the thorn as a short blade a few centimeters long, maximizing its power at close range. But now, it had transcended those limitations entirely.

Under his precise control, the Armored Black Thorn could take on any form, each one imbued with lethal efficiency.

Shoosh!

Within a range of two hundred meters, the thorn slashed through the air in mere moments, effortlessly cutting down massive trees. The felled trunks crashed to the ground before Wang Feng in a devastating display of power.

"Incredible," Wang Feng muttered, his pupils narrowing.

The strength of the Armored Black Thorn had evolved beyond what it once was. It no longer felt like a mere utility weapon but had become something entirely new.

"Below level 80, even with soul abilities, few could block the power of my Armored Black Flying Sword," he noted, giving the thorn its newly earned title.

"In the Slaughter City, where soul abilities are unusable, the Armored Black Thorn could easily kill soul masters below level sixty with a single strike. But now..." Wang Feng's voice carried a hint of awe. "Even against soul ability defenses, the Armored Black Flying Sword can pierce through. The power has become terrifying, capable of even threatening a Titled Douluo!"

The Armored Black Thorn, as an external soul bone, had always grown stronger with him. Yet, compared to his other abilities, its power hadn't kept pace—until now. Before this transformation, it was only effective against mid-level soul masters approximately against peak Soul Emperors.

But with his mental power condensed into liquid form, the thorn's capabilities had reached an unprecedented level.

Now, Wang Feng felt confident that, with enough spiritual energy, he could form a devastating killing array using the Armored Black Flying Sword alone. Such an array would unleash unimaginable destruction, though it would drain his spiritual power rapidly. It would be a trump card—a surprise weapon capable of overwhelming opponents in an instant.

However, he understood its limitations. In prolonged battles, the heavy consumption of mental energy would leave him at a disadvantage.

But Wang Feng was satisfied. After all, his mental power had successfully condensed into a single water droplet.

With continued cultivation, the vast reservoir of mental energy he had stored would be transformed into more droplets, further strengthening his spiritual power.

"One day, I'll be able to strike down enemies from thousands of miles away," Wang Feng mused with a smile. "I, Wang Feng, will also become a sword immortal in the future."

He extended his hand dramatically and shouted, "Sword, come forth!"

In a flash of black light, the Armored Black Flying Sword materialized in front of him, swift and sharp like a streak of lightning.

"Enlarge," he said softly.

At his command, the dark light surrounding the sword intensified, and its size doubled, making the blade thicker and more imposing. In the past, enlarging the Armored Black Thorn would have significantly strained Wang Feng's mental control. But now, with his vastly enhanced mental power, this issue was no longer a concern.

Unless he attempted to form tens of thousands of Armored Black Thorns into a massive sword spanning tens of metres, controlling it wouldn't be a problem. For a moderately larger blade, his –mental power was more than sufficient.

Wang Feng leapt lightly and landed firmly atop the Armored Black Flying Sword.

It was remarkably steady—not the slightest tremble beneath his feet. The balance was far superior to the unstable footing he had experienced before when standing on a smaller blade. The stability reminded him of modern high-speed trains, yet it was even more impressive.

"Rise!" Wang Feng commanded, his voice filled with excitement.

The Flying Sword shot upward instantly, climbing tens of meters into the sky before gradually coming to a halt.

As the landscape below him shrank into a mosaic of greens and browns, Wang Feng couldn't help but feel a surge of exhilaration. Every moment of his six months of hard training now felt worthwhile.

Elation bubbled within him.

Wang Feng had always dreamed of becoming an immortal swordsman who could soar through the skies while flying on his sword, and now that dream had finally come true.

In truth, it wasn't just the power of the Armored Black Thorn that excited him—it was the act of flying with the sword itself.

Flying using sword!

For Wang Feng, this wasn't just a practical ability, it was the ultimate expression of style and elegance. It was about realizing his childhood dreams, fulfilling a fantasy, and achieving a level of coolness he had always aspired to.

Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed down at the world below, his faintly aloof demeanor betraying the excitement sparkling in his eyes.

While the increase in mental power didn't drastically enhance his soul abilities or martial arts—which relied more on soul power—the impact it had on real combat was transformational.

This newfound power felt akin to being in an [Slow World] state, but without the drawbacks.

[Slow World] state, while granting enhanced perception and evasion abilities, consumed physical energy and burned through a fighter's potential to deliver bursts of extreme speed. It relied on reflexes, akin to muscle memory, to dodge attacks and respond instinctively.

Mental power, however, was different. With a heightened spiritual sense, Wang Feng could anticipate enemy attacks and evade them with precision.

Moreover, the Word Secret technique carried within it a similar predictive capability. While he had only just started practicing it, Wang Feng could already sense its potential. With mastery, he would be able to foresee enemy moves and counter them with precision—becoming a true prophet in battle.

Even techniques or soul abilities that locked onto their targets would be rendered ineffective against him.

"It's time to head to Soul Hall," Wang Feng said lightly, the wind whipping past him as the Flying Sword soared through the air.

The speed of the sword was very impressive, and though the air currents roared around him, Wang Feng remained poised. With a single thought, the Flying Sword glimmered and accelerated even further, streaking toward Soul Hall like a comet.

Soul City, Supreme Pontiff Palace.

In the sprawling square outside the Supreme Pontiff Palace, a gathering of Titled Douluo stood solemnly, their presence exuding a formidable aura.

Each one was dressed in ceremonial robes adorned with gold and precious stones, their expressions serious and focused.

Among the assembly were Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing prominently among their peers.

At the center of it all stood Bibi Dong, the Supreme Pontiff of Soul Hall.

Though four years had passed, her appearance remained unchanged, her beauty unmarred by time. Yet her aura had grown even more majestic, radiating an unmatched sense of authority.

When Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had returned half a year ago, they had fully reported their encounter with the White Death God to Bibi Dong.

At the time, Bibi Dong had been surprised, even shocked. She hadn't anticipated that someone so powerful could defeat Ghost Douluo. Even more astonishing was the revelation that this individual had cultivated strength through absorbing various emotions.

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