My Cold and Elegant CEO Wife

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

"What a powerful force, what kind of treasure is this altar? How come it can resist my Thunder Pearl?" Qingfeng said as he furrowed his brows in astonishment.

The thousand thunderbolts released from Qingfeng's Thunder Pearl could easily kill a low-grade Ghost Saint. However, his attacks were blocked by a black light from above the altar. Even though the black light was also demolished, the thunder attacks did not directly strike onto the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint's body.

The third eye of the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint was still closed because he was at a critical stage of his practice. His priority was to absorb all of the powers within the remnant souls, so he had no time to deal with Qingfeng.

Qingfeng once again released a thousand thunder bolts from the Thunder Pearl which rushed towards the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint from all directions.

Without the protective shield, the thunder bolts arrived before the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint in an instant.

The Three-Eyed Ghost Saint did not move. He only lightly extended his finger and pointed at a spot before him. Then, an enormous black tree appeared from below the altar.

The tree was tens of meters in height and was constructed of black spirit energy. Its branches, leaves, and trunk were all black in color and there were seal scriptures on the surface of the tree.

The leaves of the tree were especially eerie and flashed coldly like pairs of eyes.

Qingfeng's thousand thunderbolts struck the top of the black tree and the attacks were directly absorbed by the branches and leaves of the tree. Unfortunately, Qingfeng's attack did not land anywhere close to the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint.

Qingfeng's expression changed, he said, "What kind of tree is this? How is it so powerful?"

The Treasure-Hunting Mouse shouted from the bottom, "Master, be careful! This tree is called the Sky Ghost Tree. It is a powerful upper-level treasure that can absorb lightning attacks. It has disappeared since ancient times. I never expected to see it here today."

From Treasure-Hunting Mouse's words, Qingfeng finally learned the identity of the black tree. He was also stunned by the power of the tree. Since he practiced the mortal purgatory body, he naturally knew of the power of the Sky Ghost Tree.

In the ancient era, the Sky Ghost Tree was a tree that grew in hell. It could absorb large amounts of human soul remnants and phantoms as a source of nutrition. Furthermore, its leaves were ghost eyes which contained terrifying power.

Qingfeng could sense that the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint was not an easy opponent. He could be the most powerful Devil that Qingfeng had ever encountered.

Qingfeng did not have this feeling even when he faced the Nine-headed Demon Saint or the Headless Demon Corpse. The Three-Eyed Ghost Saint did not even open his eyes since they had started the battle. Clearly, he did not think that Qingfeng was a difficult opponent.

Qingfeng did not give up. He used his Thunder Chant once again to release the thunder bolts to strike the Sky Ghost Tree. Unfortunately, the thunder attacks were once again absorbed by the tree.

"The Sky Ghost Tree is so powerful that even the Thunder Pearl cannot defeat it?"

Qingfeng activated the power of his Strangle Hell Fist as he formed a vital essence fist and pummeled his fist forward.

Unfortunately, Qingfeng's attack did not harm the Sky Ghost Tree at all. Instead, all of the vital essence was absorbed by the branches and leaves of the tree.

Then, Qingfeng used his Yin-Yang Saint Sword and Yin-Yang Sky Halberd. Unfortunately, neither of these attacks damaged the tree. The tree seemed like an invincible force that stopped Qingfeng from getting close to the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint.

Qingfeng could not think of a solution so he could only look at Treasure-Hunting Mouse. He said, "You are a favored child of heaven and you know all of the treasures in the universe. Do you know how I can defeat the Sky Ghost Tree?"

Treasure-Hunting Mouse pondered for a moment and said, "Master, this is a treasure from hell. The only way to defeat it is to use Strangle Hell Fist."

Qingfeng shook his head and said, "Treasure-Hunting Mouse, I already used the seventh fist of the Strangle Hell Fist just now, but I still could not defeat the tree."

Treasure-Hunting Mouse said, "Master, there are nine fists in the Strangle Hell Fist Art. Of course, the seventh fist would not work. To defeat the tree, you must at least use the eighth fist."

Qingfeng nodded in agreement. He had only practiced up to the seventh fist of Strangle Hell Fist. Now that he was a low-grade Saint, it was time for him to practice the eighth fist.

Qingfeng did not continue to attack the tree since he knew that no attack would work against it.

He quickly used the time to learn the eighth fist of Strangle Hell Fist. Once he mastered the eighth fist, he could easily defeat the tree.

Qingfeng started to closely recall the eighth fist of Strangle Hell Fist. The name of the eighth fist was Whirlpool Spirit Fist, it had the power to destroy the spirit energy of humans and demons.

The eighth fist was different from the previous seven fists and was very difficult to master. The previous fists used physical power to suppress and destroyed the opponent whereas the eighth fist used spirit energy to suppress the opponent's spirit energy.

Qingfeng channeled the spirit energy within his mind to form a spiritual storm. Initially, the storm was a whirlpool which gathered in the depths of his mind. Then, the power gathered above his fist and caused his fist to become emit a black light.

But just as the black light was gathered, it dissipated into the surroundings. After all, most spirit energy was released from one's mind or mouth, and only a few could manage to send out spirit energy from their fists.

Even though he failed in his first attempt, Qingfeng did not give up. He continued to gather his spirit energy into his fist. This time he was more careful and focused than his previous attempt.

Just as he was about to succeed, he failed once again. It was just too difficult for one to release spirit energy through one's fist. Even with Qingfeng's talent, he still failed twice.

During this entire process, the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint had already absorbed the remnant souls of ten saints. There were only three saints left.

Only three! The process was almost complete!

Once the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint absorbed the remnant souls of the three saints, he would become an upper-grade saint. Then, no matter how powerful Qingfeng was, it would be difficult for him to kill the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint.

Qingfeng needed to master the eighth Strangle Hell Fist before the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint absorbed the last three remnant souls.

Qingfeng condensed his breath and isolated himself from his surroundings. Then, he focused on the spirit energy within his mind and gathered his spirit energy to the top of his fist.