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On the Gao Gang, Xiao Jing stood with his hands behind his back, the night wind tousling his long hair, giving him an ethereal appearance. Several Red-Clad Elders from the Xiaoyao Sect stood behind him, enhancing his imposing presence.
With the support of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiao Jing was no longer the dusty follower behind Xu Feng.
Guo Ruomin, looking anxious, stood nearby and asked, "Fifth Young Master, the people from the Purple Cloud Sect are surrounding Xu Feng. Should we join in? What if they get to him first..."
Xiao Jing replied coldly, "They won't get to him. If they do, we'll take it from them."
Guo Ruomin was older and had originally been the personal bodyguard of the Seven Young Masters' Xiao Fei. He was usually calm and steady, but after being severely injured by Xu Feng's Sword Formation, he had survived but lost his position as a personal guard.
Hearing that this operation was to capture Xu Feng made Guo Ruomin lose control of his emotions; he wished he could tear Xu Feng apart immediately.
A Red-Clad Elder flew in from a distance and reported, "Fifth Young Master, Xu Feng has killed seven people from the Purple Cloud Sect and they have given up the pursuit and retreated."
Everyone was taken aback.
"Seven people killed?" Guo Ruomin exclaimed. "Impossible! I've fought him before; he couldn't possibly kill seven Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators—he couldn't even kill one." He had been severely injured by Xu Feng's Sword Formation but was too ashamed to admit it; he simply believed that Xu Feng lacked the strength to kill a Late Stage Nascent Soul.
Xiao Jing had heard rumors about Xu Feng from Consort Zhu Lin and knew he could kill Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivators. However, to kill seven in one go was unexpected. He asked, "How did he do it? Was he injured?"
The elder replied, "Subordinate only saw three arrows streaking across the sky from a distance. One person from the Purple Cloud Sect was shot dead on the spot. After that, not only did they stop pursuing him, but they also retreated entirely. The reason for this is unknown."
The Xiaoyao Sect had been following behind the Purple Cloud Sect without intervening, hoping to let them test the waters first. In any case, Xu Feng's capture would ultimately be handled by the Xiaoyao Sect. Xiao Jing had adjusted their plan because he coveted the Wings of the Strange Dragon and sent out spies; as soon as someone seized the Wings of the Strange Dragon, they would act immediately to take it.
No one expected that under such heavy siege from the Purple Cloud Sect, Xu Feng would actually manage to kill seven of their members—it was truly astonishing.
Guo Ruomin asked, "Are you sure all of Purple Cloud Sect has left?"
"Subordinate saw them fly away over five hundred miles."
Xiao Jing took out a round disk, which was an item called the Spirit Needle, brought by Guo Ruomin from the Xiaoyao Sect. It was primarily used to locate the traces of designated cultivators; as long as they were alive within a thousand miles below the Divine Separation Stage, it could point them out.
Under the needle was a conical spirit stone, glowing faintly, indicating that the locked target was at a considerable distance. At that moment, the spirit stone began to flicker rapidly, its brightness increasing.
"Eh? Could it be that he has gone mad?" Guo Ruomin was also stunned by the display on the Spirit Needle. The intense light indicated that the target was quickly approaching them.
Xu Feng was actually flying towards them at an incredible speed. What did he intend to do? Did he want to die?
Xiao Jing's expression grew serious. He had been following Xu Feng and knew that Xu Feng was not the reckless type. With his Wings of the Strange Dragon, he should have been escaping instead of coming towards them.
"Perhaps he doesn't know I'm here; that's the only explanation."
Guo Ruomin commanded his Nine Subordinates to spread out and prepare to capture Xu Feng alive. This time, eleven people from the Xiaoyao Sect had come, with Guo Ruomin as the leader. After arriving, Xiao Jing sent two people to monitor, one returned while the other remained outside.
The spirit stone on the Spirit Needle stopped flickering and changed from white to red, indicating that the opponent was within a hundred meters.
A hundred meters; no matter how dark the night was, it was no longer a problem for a Yuan Ying Cultivator. Scanning his gaze, he saw Xu Feng hovering in the sky with his large wings spread wide, wearing a half-smile on his face. With a gentle lift of his hand, a red shadow flew towards him.
That red shadow turned out to be a corpse. As it flew closer, the body suddenly exploded into a mist of blood, dissipating in the night wind.
"Ah! Bai Shixiong! Boldly, you dare to kill our Xiaoyao Sect's Red-Clad Elder! You are seeking death; you are doomed! No one can save you now." The cultivators from Xiaoyao Sect immediately recognized that the exploded corpse belonged to one of their two sent out for surveillance.
Before the battle even began, one person had already died.
Xu Feng coldly said, "If I don't kill him, will you let me go? Xiao Jing, I didn't want to kill you; since you seek death yourself, I'll reluctantly send you on your way." During his battle with Purple Cloud Sect, he had already noticed Xiaoyao Sect lurking nearby and had formed a preliminary judgment about their strength.
Upon seeing Xu Feng, Guo Ruomin's anger flared up; this person not only severely injured him but also made him lose face in Xiaoyao Sect. Not killing him would not ease his hatred. He shouted, "Xu Feng, with your little skills, you dare to speak arrogantly? Today is your day of death."
Guo Ruomin waved his hand, and the nine people behind him moved according to their formation, spreading out to encircle Xu Feng.
Xu Feng had already suffered once, so he dared not delay this time. His figure flashed, retreating two miles away.
Guo Ruomin took the lead, charging ahead, while Xiao Jing, the weakest among them, followed behind just to observe.
Taking advantage of his speed, Xu Feng adjusted the distance and a purple light flickered in his hand as Diablo formed a full moon.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Guo Ruomin feared Xu Feng's Sword Formation the most but did not expect Xu Feng to have such a trick. Suddenly, three arrows shot towards him. He hurriedly dodged, awkwardly changing his posture in the sky and barely avoided the three arrows.
The three arrows that were dodged continued flying towards a Red-Clad Elder behind Guo Ruomin. That person was in a straight line with Guo Ruomin and had his view blocked. Guo Ruomin quickly dashed towards him; with such a short distance, there was hardly any reaction time—like a soccer goalkeeper trying to save a ball that ricochets off a teammate; even a deity couldn't save it.
Puff! The man managed to dodge two arrows but was pierced through the abdomen by the third arrow, falling straight from the sky. Another cultivator flew down to catch him; he was unharmed but could no longer fight for the time being.
Guo Ruomin felt a chill in his heart. Damn it! In just half a year, Xu Feng's strength had increased so rapidly. To be able to shoot such powerful arrows at the Late Stage of Golden Core... that must be the Superior Treasure Bow.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three more arrows shot towards Guo Ruomin. This time, Guo Ruomin had gained some experience; he dodged left and right to avoid them. His movements looked better, but it was still not easy. Xu Feng's arrows were too fast and powerful; the Superior Treasure Bow was no joke—any slight mistake could lead to disaster.
The person who had gone to rescue the injured quickly returned to the group and continued charging towards Xu Feng. Guo Ruomin led the nine in pursuit of Xu Feng, but unfortunately, they were too slow and couldn't close the distance at all.
Xu Feng was in his most advantageous shooting position, unleashing rounds of Arrow Rain from Dark Destroyer that fell like a blanket into Guo Ruomin's formation. The members of Xiaoyao Sect screamed in panic, only able to passively endure the assault.
Seeing that things were going poorly, Xiao Jing, being the weakest yet highest in status among them, decided to withdraw alone instead of adding to Guo Ruomin's burden.
Guo Ruomin and his team attempted several times but could not break through the Arrow Rain to get close to Xu Feng. Instead, three more members were injured by Xu Feng's arrows.
The Xiaoyao Sect's group was struggling with a series of close-range magical treasures that they couldn't catch or hit, causing frustration to the point of a headache. Finally, Guo Ruomin was the first to use a Treasure Talisman. In an instant, various Treasure Talismans flew through the air, heading towards Xu Feng from a distance.
As Xu Feng retreated, he unleashed Spiritual Arrows, shooting down the Treasure Talismans mid-flight. Nearly a hundred Zhang Bao talismans were fired, but not a single one reached within ten meters of Xu Feng.
Each talisman was worth over one hundred thousand spirit stones, and being shot down by a single arrow accomplished nothing.
Seeing that the Treasure Talismans couldn't penetrate their defenses, Guo Ruomin had no choice but to cease the attack. This round of Treasure Talisman assaults had cost nearly ten million spirit stones, which pained him greatly. How did this bastard manage to shoot arrows so accurately? Little did he know that Xu Feng had never practiced archery; all his skills came from the Golden Arrow ability in his mind.
As the assault of Treasure Talismans halted, Xu Feng's Arrow Rain struck again, this time even more densely.
"Scatter!" Guo Ruomin had to break formation, increasing the distance between his subordinates and arranging them into a line stretching over a hundred meters to reduce the chances of being hit.
Ah!
During the process of scattering, two more elders were struck by arrows. In total, six out of eleven members of the Red Clothing Squad were now hit, leaving only five remaining.
The six who were hit fell to the ground but were still alive; they needed to focus on healing quickly or they would be close to death.
With the remaining five creating distance between themselves, it became much harder for Xu Feng to hit them unless he charged in. However, doing so would easily allow his opponents to entangle him. If he were to face five opponents at close range, he would be at a disadvantage.
Xu Feng adjusted his Wings of the Strange Dragon and suddenly accelerated, disappearing from everyone's sight.
He ran away.
Looking at the empty night sky, Guo Ruomin suddenly realized he had made a serious mistake. He finally understood why the Purple Cloud Sect had given up their attack on Xu Feng midway.
Xiao Jing flew in from afar with an exceptionally grim expression.
Guo Ruomin and Xiao Jing exchanged a glance, both with complex expressions. They had both interacted with Xu Feng but had misjudged him. Who could have imagined that a Golden Core cultivator could kill a Nascent Soul like slaughtering a dog? Throughout the Ten Thousand Years, those who could achieve such feats were all extraordinary talents.
While talent was indeed commendable, it was tragic to be on the opposing side of such talent.
"Fifth Young Master," Guo Ruomin said softly, "if we want to kill Xu Feng, we must request Elder Ziyi from the Sect. Otherwise, with our speed, we won't be able to catch up to him." Xu Feng's rounds of Arrow Rain had thoroughly weakened Guo Ruomin; no matter how strong-willed one was, being on the receiving end of attacks would eventually dampen their spirits.
Xiao Jing replied, "No need for that. We have already reported Xu Feng's situation. The Young Master has his reasons for arranging things this way. Let's leave Xu Feng's matter for now and return."
Guo Ruomin, being an old-timer of Xiaoyao Sect and having been around the Seven Young Masters for many years, was aware of some internal matters. From Xiao Jing's tone, it seemed he had already placed the blame for their failure to kill Xu Feng on Young Master Xiao Duan's arrangements. The Eldest Son was still vying for favor with Young Master Xiao Duan, making his position unstable. Xiao Jing was also aligned with the Eldest Son, so tarnishing Xiao Duan's reputation fell within his responsibilities.
Taking the six injured members with them, Xiaoyao Sect flew back to Longmen Town in a dejected manner. They were leaving this place, leaving behind this Sadness.
Guo Ruomin occasionally glanced back, filled with vigilance. The situation had changed; with Xu Feng's strength and powerful Archery Skills, if he counterattacked, Xiaoyao Sect would be in serious trouble.
This group of Red-Clad Elders were at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul and were comparable in strength to the Purple Cloud Thirteen Swords. However, due to Xiaoyao Sect's great reputation and solid foundation, no ordinary sect dared to confront them. In a real fight, none of Guo Ruomin's group would stand a chance against Yang She.
In the dark night, a nightingale took flight, its wings flapping like an approaching menace.
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