Chapter 1847: Flamingo Battle Spirit

Xu Yang shook his head helplessly as he watched the energetic young man in front of him, who seemed to be acting only to overcome himself. Xu Yang felt a sense of sadness for the man's current state, as every move he made was utterly devoid of his own glory; he was nothing more than a complete puppet.

Controlled by the life force of the two figures behind him, this once-renowned martial artist of the human race was now reduced to such a pitiable end. Xu Yang had no desire to further demean him in his current state; he only wished to grant him a swift release.

After a moment's thought, Xu Yang gently waved his palm, and the Divine Artifact Frigid Spring reappeared. He intended to use its immensely powerful frost energy to completely extinguish the core flame power emanating from the man, hoping this would partially awaken his controlled body.

If he could awaken a resistive instinct within this powerful Dao Integration realm martial artist, there was still a chance for him to break free from the control of the two figures behind him.

Having inherited the legacy of the Phoenix God, Xu Yang clearly understood that to awaken the man's subconscious, his flame power had to be countered by an even stronger force of the same attribute.

While frost was an opposing element to the flame power concentrated in the man's dual wheels, Xu Yang knew he first needed to use frost energy to provoke its most powerful manifestation.

The might of the chilling energy was undeniable. As the sword struck, the powerful dual-wheel wielding martial artist in front of him let out a muffled roar without hesitation. Simultaneously, immense flame power rapidly ignited on the surface of the two wheels in his hands, fiercely confronting the attack.

The formidable power unleashed by the Divine Artifact Frigid Spring, coupled with the expanding icy aura it emitted, quickly pushed the man to his absolute limit of endurance.

Even so, he was forced back over a hundred meters by the Divine Artifact Frigid Spring. The flames on the surface of his two artifacts were completely extinguished, replaced by an icy-blue luminescence.

Notably, even the man's two arms, gripping the dual wheels, were completely sealed by this incredibly powerful icy aura.

This demonstrated that the power of Xu Yang's Frigid Spring Divine Sword was truly incomparable to ordinary artifacts. The immense advantage of a Heavenly-grade Divine Artifact could only be fully realized in actual combat.

"As expected of a human expert daring to enter the Misty Mountains," the small mushroom, clinging to the large tree, praised Xu Yang's display of power. "This guy's strength is truly terrifying. Just this single sword can have such a powerful sealing effect on an opponent. We truly underestimated his capabilities."

However, the towering ancient tree at that moment remained unimpressed. "Don't forget, this is just the beginning," the tree retorted. "No matter how strong this kid is, a fierce tiger cannot defeat a pack of wolves. In our territory, he has no chance of winning."

The ancient tree's arrogance stemmed from having sufficient reason. After all, they had witnessed countless powerful martial artists meet their demise after entering the Misty Mountains. At the very least, the strength Xu Yang displayed at that moment was not enough to prove he surpassed all other martial artists who had fallen there.

Indeed, just as Xu Yang had predicted, after the man's arms were completely frozen, a cold, sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

That glint signified a partial awakening of the fallen martial artist's physical instincts. Immediately after, all the ice on his arms rapidly melted, and then an even more formidable flame power ignited on the surface of the dual-wheel artifacts in his hands.

Concurrently, a flamingo totem finally emerged behind him, identical to the one he had cultivated through his martial arts techniques—it was his powerful flamingo battle-soul, nurtured for an unknown duration.

Xu Yang showed a satisfied smile, for this action meant the martial artist had unleashed his full power.

Once this battle concluded, if Xu Yang could directly suppress the man's battle-soul totem with an even greater flame power, then the man could break free from the control of the two figures behind him and return to tranquility. Only then would he truly find peace.

Xu Yang did not hesitate further. Since he had clearly understood the meaning of his actions and the significance of his next move, there was nothing more to worry about.

As he stepped into the air, a massive phoenix totem flared behind him. It was, by all accounts, Xu Yang's first time unleashing his powerful Phoenix Force within the realm of the Ancient Martial Arts Divine Path.

The phoenix's fiery wings, vast enough to obscure the sky, appeared in their most perfect form, almost completely blocking the martial artist's vision. Even his flamingo battle-soul, upon sensing the phoenix totem's aura, immediately grew frantic.

Theoretically, all life forms with an innate affinity for flame power in this world revere the phoenix. At this moment, seeing the complete phoenix totem descend, the flamingo instantly cowered behind the martial artist, trembling as if a mouse had encountered a cat.

His original combat capabilities were significantly diminished, and he stood frozen in place, like a frightened child.

"No, this is impossible! Who are you to possess the power of the phoenix totem?"

This sight collectively astonished the two souls—the towering ancient tree and the colorful mushroom clinging to it—that had been observing from behind.

The power of flame was unparalleled, as it was always the greatest natural enemy of plant-based life forms. Yet, Xu Yang was in no hurry to use the phoenix totem to attack the towering ancient tree and the small mushroom behind him. His sole aim was to first help the puppet before him escape its manipulated fate.

The phoenix's power clashed with the flamingo, unleashing a tumultuous roar of energy. As all the surrounding flame power dissipated into oblivion, Xu Yang finally completed his attack, completely silencing the flamingo before him.

This time, Xu Yang could sense that the martial artist puppet before him no longer held any value for manipulation; he could finally find peace.

The moment his puppet body heavily collapsed, a faint, instinctual smile of relief appeared on the man's face.

Xu Yang, seeing his benevolent act through to the end, gently waved his hand. Using the lingering phoenix flames, he completely refined the man's physical body into nothingness, returning all that he was to nature. This was his true and best resting place.