The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2380 - 2369: Pattern Transformation

Ye Chenfeng's complexion was ashen.

He drew shallow breaths, inhaling and exhaling through his nose and mouth. Though the Immortal Golden Body could be utilized, his current condition was a residual effect from a prior, extreme demonic transformation. Relying solely on the Immortal Golden Body would not suffice for his recovery.

His gaze swept over the immobile old ghost, then shifted to Cheng Yuanmu and Cheng Yiyao. To enter the pocket dimension within the Chaos Ring, he needed to bring these individuals along, drawing them close to transport them into the small world.

In his present state, activating his rampage would likely prove disastrous, offering only a ten-second window. Should he fail to eliminate Zhou Wufeng within that brief period, he would undoubtedly fall under his opponent's complete control.

The lingering souls of Old Bai Wu Fengxian and Old Hei Jiang Yuntian were perpetually in a state of mending. This fragile condition prevented them from effectively channeling strength to Ye Chenfeng. Any forceful attempt to lend power could, in fact, result in harm to Ye Chenfeng.

Observing Ye Chenfeng's silence, Zhou Wufeng's fury escalated to its zenith. Merely ending Ye Chenfeng's life would not appease the tempest of rage within him; he desired Ye Chenfeng to endure unending torment.

The Corpse Demon Art, practiced by Zhou Wufeng, included a sinister technique: transforming adversaries into corporeal puppets and siphoning their souls to forge a soul lamp wick. Once illuminated, this wick would ignite an infernal agony, burning with such deliberate slowness that the wick of even a nascent Divine King Realm expert could sustain flames for centuries.

Zhou Wufeng's desiccated cheeks contorted incessantly, and his form dissolved from sight in an instant.

A potent stench of decay assailed Ye Chenfeng's nostrils abruptly. He sensed Zhou Wufeng's proximity, yet his current condition severely impaired his senses and reflexes. Before he could properly react, Zhou Wufeng's putrid visage materialized within his field of vision.

A decaying hand descended, making direct contact with Ye Chenfeng's chest.

With a resounding *'Bang!'*

Ye Chenfeng's body was violently propelled backward once more, a torrent of blood erupting from his mouth, his pallor intensifying.

The fabric of his upper garments disintegrated, revealing a verdant handprint imprinted upon his chest, from which a sickly green gas emanated.

Virtually any part of Zhou Wufeng's decaying or festering anatomy was imbued with potent poison.

Fortunately, Ye Chenfeng's Divine Blood rendered him impervious to all venoms.

This singular strike resulted only in moderate internal injuries.

His recoiling form slammed into another massive pillar within the True Dragon Hall.

*'Boom! Boom! Boom!——'*

This impact finally caused the entirety of the Dragon Hall to crumble, reducing it to desolate ruins.

Cheng Yuanmu, Cheng Yiyao, and their elderly steward, acutely aware of their inferiority to Zhou Wufeng, could not bear to stand idly by. Their figures surged forward, intent on aiding Ye Chenfeng.

Zhou Wufeng paid them no mind. With a dismissive wave of his hand, a colossal green handprint manifested, descending precisely upon Cheng Yuanmu, Cheng Yiyao, and the steward. Among them, Cheng Yuanmu, at the initial stage of the Divine King Realm, was the most formidable, yet still utterly incapable of withstanding Zhou Wufeng's casual blow.

*'Bang! Bang! Bang!'* Three impacts.

All three – Cheng Yuanmu, Cheng Yiyao, and the steward – were hurled to the ground, the palm print bearing the hallmarks of corpse qi and virulent toxins.

Cheng Yuanmu managed to endure, albeit with blood now soaking his collar. Cheng Yiyao and the steward, however, were in a precarious state. Cheng Yiyao, the most vulnerable of the trio, teetered on the precipice of death, yet her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng, struggling to regain his footing, witnessed Cheng Yiyao's near-fatal condition. He harbored a deep affection for this kind-hearted woman, who had been the first to rally to his defense when he first arrived on the Spirit Boat. He had accompanied Cheng Yiyao back to Lingfeng City to repay this kindness and to procure the Zhous' Hundred-Heart Grass.

Having absorbed the Hundred-Heart Grass, he had failed to adequately protect Cheng Yuanmu and Cheng Yiyao, a lapse he could not abide. His unyielding resolve would not permit such an outcome.

Perceiving the fierce anger etched upon Ye Chenfeng's face, Zhou Wufeng rasped, "Excellent! I relish that look. You concern yourself with others even now? You should be preoccupied with your own survival."

Zhou Wufeng had no intention of hastening Ye Chenfeng's transformation into a corpse puppet; he wished to prolong his suffering first.

He advanced once more towards Ye Chenfeng.

Ye Chenfeng forced himself to maintain composure, his gaze finally alighting upon the Coffin of Death, which he had previously resealed. He had not returned it to the Chaos Ring after its removal.

The Coffin of Death rested nearby, close to the old ghost.

At this critical juncture.

He resolved to cast aside all other concerns. If being engulfed by death qi once more was necessary, if he had to embrace demonic transformation again, so be it.

A death qi pattern had manifested on the right side of his chest, yet it remained inert, offering no sensation of death qi. Thus, relying on this pattern for demonic transformation proved futile. Only by re-breaking the seal on the Coffin of Death could he attain the Demonization State.

Ye Chenfeng maneuvered his body towards the Coffin of Death.

"Bang!"

Zhou Wufeng’s subsequent strike connected with Ye Chenfeng, propelling him directly toward the Coffin of Death.

As he was sent airborne toward the coffin, Ye Chenfeng’s hand seized it firmly, rapidly dismantling its seal.

His grasp had secured the coffin lid.

Upon the seal’s rupture, Ye Chenfeng yanked the lid open while enduring yet another blow, which left his face shockingly pale, blood gushing from his mouth. He had no intention of expending precious time to invoke the Immortal Golden Body at this juncture.

As the coffin lid was wrenched open.

Ye Chenfeng’s form tumbled straight into the Coffin of Death.

Witnessing Ye Chenfeng’s descent into the Coffin, Zhou Wufeng sneered, "So this coffin was your intended refuge, your charade has ended. It is time I refine you into a mere corpse puppet, extract your soul demons, and then fashion your soul into a lamp wick."

Meanwhile, Ye Chenfeng, now within the Coffin of Death.

With the seal completely broken, the coffin’s pervasive death qi and gloom seeped into his being. The death qi pattern on his right chest, previously dormant even when suffused with spiritual energy, began to stir faintly under the influence of the encroaching death qi. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian.com to vote with a recommendation or monthly ticket. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)