Chapter 1580: Transferring Power
"Of course! It’s definitely true! How dare I deceive you? As long as you spare me, I’ll do whatever you say!"
Ran Shanlong saw Jiang Feng’s attitude, thinking there might be a turning point, and hurriedly smiled servilely at Jiang Feng, nodding like a pecking chicken.
"Alright, since that’s the case, cripple your martial arts yourself. As long as you pose no threat to me, I’ll let you go." Jiang Feng sneered.
"W-What?!"
Ran Shanlong’s smile abruptly ceased, his face full of shock!
"Naturally, your century of power shouldn’t be wasted, just transfer all your martial arts to him."
Jiang Feng pointed at Jing Wuming above, and said.
"But... but..."
Ran Shanlong was extremely flustered. Taking away his power was no different from killing him, he would have no means to protect himself!
Moreover, he was indeed reluctant to hand over his century of painstaking cultivation!
"But what?" Jiang Feng approached with indifference, his whole body exuding killing aura: "This is your only chance to live, are you saying you’d rather die than give up your martial arts?"
"Gulp!"
Ran Shanlong looked at the threatening Jiang Feng and swallowed hard, his heart heavy.
Compared to living, giving up martial arts is obviously secondary.
Though the latter might still lead to death, it’s better than dying right now!
He gritted his teeth and hurriedly nodded: "Alright! I’ll do whatever you say, just spare me..."
Jiang Feng scoffed, then stepped onto a tree trunk and leapt up, rescuing Jing Wuming from above.
At this moment, Jing Wuming was barely holding on.
He had been hanging for so long and exposed to the sun for so long, it was a wonder he lasted until now.
However, at his most desperate moment, witnessing Jiang Feng’s display of prowess, single-handedly defeating the four great senior officials of Netherworld Hall, even scaring one into begging for mercy, he felt his life was not in vain.
Seeing Jing Wuming severely injured, Jiang Feng didn’t hesitate to channel several streams of Devouring Sky Demon Qi into Jing Wuming’s body, reviving him.
Then, he supported Jing Wuming to sit in meditation before Ran Shanlong, instructing: "Begin, don’t waste time!"
Ran Shanlong was in a wretched state.
For a moment, he genuinely thought of escaping while Jiang Feng was rescuing Jing Wuming.
But considering Jiang Feng’s terrifying methods, he ultimately restrained himself and accepted reality.
Seeing Jing Wuming seated in meditation, he reluctantly sat down, stretched out his palm to touch Jing Wuming’s palm, and began to slowly transfer his century-old powerful energy.
Under Jiang Feng’s watchful eye, he dared not make any small moves, genuinely transferring without reservation.
For him, the process was naturally painful and agonizing, as if the energy within him was rapidly depleting and excessively given to another!
And Jing Wuming was no better off!
Compared to the Spirit Void Realm, his realm was indeed too far behind, and he was already severely injured. Suddenly receiving such abundant energy was like a small container being overwhelmed, unable to withstand it!
So very quickly, his body became like a red-hot furnace, with white steam rising from his head, his face contorted in extreme pain.
Seeing this, Jiang Feng placed his palm on Jing Wuming’s back again, channeling more demonic qi to protect him.
Thus, Jing Wuming could barely accept Ran Shanlong’s inner strength, his body no longer overwhelmed.
This way, in the desolate forest path, Ran Shanlong continuously transmitted for over forty minutes, finally transferring all his inner strength to Jing Wuming.
In the end, he was exhausted, his confident demeanor and ruddy complexion were long gone, appearing more ancient than the half-dead Pu Dingjun nearby, his whole body wrinkled like bark, emaciated, veins standing out, without a trace of blood.
"Cough, cough, can... can I go now?"
Feeling his dantian void of inner strength, Ran Shanlong gasped, withdrew his hands, coughed with difficulty, and asked Jiang Feng, his face sallow.
"Not bad, you didn’t hold back, you were obedient." Jiang Feng chuckled lightly.
"Now I... can I go?"
Ran Shanlong’s greatest wish was to quickly flee this place. He was now the most useless of people, staying here was of no use, only secretly finding a place to live out his remaining days.
"Go." Jiang Feng indeed kept his word, gesturing with his hand.
After all, Ran Shanlong was no longer any threat, even self-care was difficult.
Letting him live wasn’t impossible.
Ran Shanlong felt as if pardoned, hurriedly struggled to rise, yet he unexpectedly had no strength to stand, trembling like a fallen yellow leaf, ready to be blown away.
His steps faltered, shakily trying to leave, but before taking two steps, he collapsed again.
He overestimated his post-inner strength loss state, just like a century-old hourglass losing its most valuable sand, wasn’t he only destined to be discarded?
Feeling his life slipping away rapidly, he widened his eyes, extremely unwilling, but despite cries of lament, could not rise, ultimately lying pitifully on the ground, dying with regrets!
At his last breath, Ran Shanlong regretted deeply, had he known, he might as well have fought Jiang Feng to the death like Zhan Zhenchuan, at least dying valiantly, rather than so disgracefully...
Jiang Feng glanced at the corpse nearby, shaking his head.
Such a person was indeed reaping what he sowed, not worth pitying.
Now, he carefully examined Jing Wuming, seeing him in a deeply unconscious state, even with demonic qi protection, still struggling under the impact of Ran Shanlong’s century of inner strength, at risk of being overwhelmed!
This way, he was very dangerous!
Might suddenly explode from the violent inner strength.
Jiang Feng swiftly transformed Pu Dingjun, Ji Bu, Zhan Zhenchuan, and Ran Shanlong’s bodies and blood into demonic qi for absorption, clearing the scene, then dragged Jing Wuming into a nearby cave.
There he would support Jing Wuming, both entering seclusion to absorb and refine the inner strength.
As long as Jing Wuming survives this inhuman pain, his power will skyrocket, becoming Jiang Feng’s strongest ally in Binhai!
Meanwhile——
Netherworld Hall.
In the deepest chamber akin to a shrine.
The Great Elder suddenly opened his eyes, watching as the four tablets nearest the main position cracked with loud ’pops’.
This situation was even worse than Hu Jinquan’s incident alone!
All four candles extinguished!
"Damn, how could this happen?"
The Great Elder instantly bristled with rage: "All four senior officials simultaneously in trouble, who did this, who exactly did it?!!"