NOVEL NEXT Chapter 89: Blergh!
Before the array could fully form, Feng Fan grabbed Xue Qiang with both arms and hurled her beyond the array's boundary.
"Qinqin, return to the White Crow Sect and call an elder!" he shouted as her body flew through the air.
At first, Xue Qiang couldn't make sense of the situation. One moment, they were on the verge of sharing a tender kiss; the next, she was being thrown far away.
But when she saw the barrier form dozens of meters around Feng Fan, shrouding him in a heavy mist, the realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
'Someone is attacking us!'
Without hesitation, she summoned her spear from her space ring and attacked the barrier.
"Hellfire Thrust!" she yelled as a dense, fiery aura manifested behind her, resembling an illusionary mass of fire.
Her spear struck the barrier repeatedly, each thrust unleashing the burning power of her spiritual qi. Yet, the barrier remained unscathed, as though her attacks were mere raindrops falling against solid stone.
Despair crept into her heart. 'I can't help him,' she thought, her grip on the spear trembling.
Recalling Feng Fan's command, she clenched her teeth, enlarged her spear, and mounted it. Without looking back, she soared into the sky, her heart racing as she flew toward the White Crow Sect.
'Fanfan, hold on! I'll bring help. Don't you dare die!'
Though the fog appeared thick and impenetrable from the outside, inside the barrier, the air was clear.
Feng Fan stood face-to-face with the man responsible for trapping him, someone he knew all too well.
The man smirked, his voice laced with mockery. "Oh, aren't you the noble one? Throwing yourself into danger to save your little girlfriend. Not that it matters, you're the one I've been after all along."
Feng Fan's brow furrowed in confusion as he took a closer look. "Gong Long?" he asked, disbelief evident in his tone.
The man looked like Gong Long, but something was terribly off. His usual bright blue eyes had turned into pools of pitch-black, radiating an ominous aura.
Gong Long, or rather, the entity controlling him, grinned. "Did you already forget me? How rude. I'm hurt."
'You fucking brat tricked me and stole my ring!' Thought the Heavenly Demon Monarch.
Feng Fan's heart sank as he heard his thoughts.
"Damnit… it's you, old man!"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch, now using Gong Long's body as a vessel, let out a dark chuckle. His rage simmered beneath the surface, barely contained.
"You know how much trouble it took for me to find you? I'll make sure to enjoy torturing your soul," the Heavenly Demon Monarch sneered.
Feng Fan glared at him. "Don't you already have a pretty boy body for your... fetishes? Go away, old pervert."
The Heavenly Demon Monarch's expression darkened in fury. "We'll see how long you can joke, brat."
With a flick of his fingers, four chains materialized from the edge of the barrier, quickly darting toward Feng Fan in an attempt to restrain him.
While Feng Fan had been talking, he'd also been analyzing the array around him. Unfortunately, it was too complex. Although he could see the movement of the spiritual qi, the array was far beyond his ability to decipher.
His face hardened in frustration. 'If only I had more time…'
He struggled to escape, but the chains quickly wrapped around his arms and legs, pulling him a few centimeters off the ground, holding him fast.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch smiled as he slowly approached Feng Fan.
"Ah, such a precious body. With this, not only will I kill those who trapped me, but this time, I'll rule the immortal world! Blergh!"
Feng Fan spat at the Heavenly Demon Monarch just as he opened his mouth to speak
"Damn it, you insolent brat!"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch extended his hand toward Feng Fan's head, gripping it tightly. He then forced his soul into Feng Fan's body.
"Argh!" The moment the foreign soul invaded his sea of consciousness, Feng Fan felt excruciating pain tear through his head.
Soon, Gong Long's body collapsed, and Feng Fan's eyes involuntarily shut.
Inside Feng Fan's sea of consciousness, two souls faced each other. One was Feng Fan's own soul, and the other was a massive grey mist with a demonic face.
Feng Fan smiled. "Heh, you're exactly where I wanted you to be!"
Still in control of his body, Feng Fan circulated his cultivation technique and directed it into his sea of consciousness to suppress the Heavenly Demon Monarch.
But the Heavenly Demon Monarch only sneered. "Boy, I was striking fear into the Immortal World long before your ancestors were even born. Do you really think your tricks can work on me?"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch moved away from the suppressing qi trying to encircle him and instead engulfed Feng Fan's soulbody.
Feng Fan's spiritual qi lost its target, and he could no longer direct it toward his opponent.
"Urgh!"
Despair washed over Feng Fan. This was the first time his suppression technique had failed him. "H-How?" he asked, struggling as his eyes began to close under the Heavenly Demon Monarch's influence.
The Heavenly Demon Monarch laughed loudly. "If you knew the true power of your technique, I would never be able to take control of your body. Unfortunately for you, you're still too green. Now, go to sleep—forever."
Against his will, Feng Fan's soulbody eyes closed, and his struggles ceased.
"Finally, this body is mine!"
The Heavenly Demon Monarch shackled Feng Fan's soul and dissolved himself into the depths of his sea of consciousness.
In the outside world, Feng Fan's eyes snapped open, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"With the Heavens Suppression Body, I, the Heavenly Demon Monarch, will rule this universe!"
But unbeknownst to him, Feng Fan had left a small trace of spiritual qi in his left hand, still under his control.
With his last remaining strength, he willed the Suppression Relic to emerge from his space ring and quickly grasped it in his hand!