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In the Cold Moon Immortal Sect, the Hanbaiyu Square was littered with corpses, a scene of utter devastation.
At the center of the square, the three-meter tall stone tablet in front of the Core Hall stood out prominently, shimmering with brilliant light. Occasionally, beams of Seven-Colored Light Pillars erupted from the tablet, merging into the Lunar Palace behind it.
The Divine Soul of the Thirteen Disciples of the Immortal Sect sat cross-legged above the tablet, hands clasped together, softly reciting an obscure Ancient Celestial Incantation. Strands of silver light slowly emerged from the Divine Soul, flowing into the tablet.
"Poof!" Below the tablet, Ye Feng, sitting cross-legged, spat out a mouthful of foul blood, looking dispirited.
Xiao Bing rushed to Ye Feng's side anxiously and asked, "How are you? Are you alright? Have you expelled the remnants of the soul? Why hasn't Ruo Xue woken up yet?"
A series of questions made Ye Feng's scalp tingle. The recent battle with the Divine Soul left him still feeling shaken.
"It was just a trace of the Fire Phoenix's residual soul lingering in her bloodline, yet it was so difficult to deal with. It seems that the true master of the Fire Phoenix Bloodline is likely a fully grown high-level Fire Phoenix divine beast!" Ye Feng chuckled lightly and shook his head. If it weren't for the cleansing by the Divine Sound of the Great Path and the transformation of his Divine Soul, he might have fallen before the Fire Phoenix's residual soul.
"It's fine now. The Soul Thought remaining in her bloodline has been mostly expelled by me. I believe it won't affect her mind anymore."
With his help, Ning Ruoxue no longer needed to worry about the erosion from the Fire Phoenix's residual soul. She could freely use the Phoenix Calamity Technique and mobilize her Fire Phoenix Bloodline to unleash powerful abilities beyond her level. Although Ning Ruoxue's cultivation was still at the Eighth Layer of Yuan Martial Realm, she could easily defeat those at the Peak of the Ninth Level of Yuan Martial Realm.
Even Ye Feng, without practicing new high-level Martial Techniques or using cultivation spells, would not be her match.
"That's great!" Xiao Bing exclaimed happily. "In the future, Ruo Xue will not only be able to freely use the Phoenix Calamity Technique but also completely merge her Fire Phoenix Bloodline with her own bloodline. Her future cultivation potential is limitless!"
Ye Feng thought for a moment and frowned. "That said, I'm quite curious. If Senior Sister Ye completely merges with the Phoenix Bloodline, what will she become? She can't turn into a divine beast like you, can she?"
Xiao Bing replied somewhat displeased, "What's wrong with becoming a divine beast? Do you look down on our Phoenix Clan? Hmph!"
"Not at all! That's not what I meant." Ye Feng explained awkwardly. No matter what, he couldn't accept that Ning Ruoxue would transform from a human into a phoenix.
"Don't worry, your Ruo Xue won't turn into a divine beast; she's just a human with the Fire Phoenix Bloodline," Xiao Bing teased with a playful expression.
Ye Feng's face turned slightly red as he instinctively glanced at Ning Ruoxue, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, healing from her injuries.
Due to the previous Divine Soul battle, Ning Ruoxue's Soul Thought had sustained some damage, which was why she had not awakened. At this moment, a faint blush appeared on her delicate and flawless face, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently, making her stunningly beautiful.
Ye Feng sighed lightly, feeling a ripple in his heart. After all, he was a young man full of vigor, and it was impossible not to be moved in front of the enchanting Ning Ruoxue.
"The family is at a critical juncture of life and death. Prince Ning could strike against my Ye Family at any moment, and the Ancient Demon Lord might break free from his seal at any time. How can I still think about these things?"
Shaking his head, he secretly activated the Innate Spirit Summoning Technique. The cool spiritual energy circulated through his Meridian before returning to the Nirvana Palace.
Calming his mind, the fluctuations of spiritual energy resonated with the Ancient Celestial Incantation of the Disciples of the Celestial Gate, cleansing his Divine Soul and dispelling distracting thoughts. Ye Feng felt refreshed.
"Sister Ning may need some time to recover. During this period, we must not let anyone disrupt the stone tablet!" Ye Feng seemed to forget everything that had happened before, gazing into the distance as he spoke earnestly.
"Who would disrupt the stone tablet? Those Demon Spirit Beasts have lost control," Xiao Bing muttered. Ye Feng's sudden change surprised her; she was still very willing to bring this perfect couple together.
"Someone is coming!" Ye Feng stood up straight, looking into the distance while tightening his grip on the Azure Dragon Sword.
Outside Hanbaiyu Square was a wide and straight street where a figure radiating golden light stood out remarkably.
The newcomer was Zhou Jun, whose cultivation had reached the peak of Yuanwu Ninth Level, just one step away from the Gangwu Realm. He was among the young elite of the Northern Jin Kingdom and undoubtedly one of the young kings of the entire Northern Frontier.
Among the Northern Border Nine Sects, there were not many in the younger generation who had reached Yuanwu Realm Ninth Level; most hovered around Seventh Yae. After all, refining Vital Energy is an extremely complex process.
Aside from Ye Feng, Zhou Jun was one of them. The other was Zhao Xiner, who had recently broken through to Yuanwu Realm Ninth Level.
Ye Feng furrowed his brows slightly. He had heard that five years ago, Zhou Jun had already reached the Ninth Level of the Yuanwu Realm. The reason he had not yet attempted to break into the Gangwu Realm was entirely to accumulate more Vital Energy for a future explosive growth.
Zhou Jun never expected that hidden within the gorge of the Qiu Yang Secret Realm was such a vast complex of palaces. As he traversed the streets of the Cold Moon Immortal Sect, he suppressed the urge to enter each palace and search around. Following the faint glow emanating from a stone tablet, he ran wildly until he entered a massive Hanbaiyu Square, where he finally saw the true form of the stone tablet.
From deep within the clouds, occasional loud booms echoed. Zhou Jun thought nothing of it, assuming it was merely thunder.
"Ah, someone actually arrived here before me!" He quickly noticed Ye Feng and others in Hanbaiyu Square, and his gaze turned cold.
However, he did not act rashly because not far away, a gigantic wolf exuding a chilling Demonic Energy was currently engaged in battle with two strange beasts. What surprised him most was that behind those two beasts stood a Long-Bearded Taoist who occasionally waved his arms as if commanding and controlling them.
Both the Long-Bearded Taoist and the mysterious giant wolf radiated a powerful aura that sent chills down his spine.
"How could there be a Gangwu Realm expert here!" Zhou Jun was taken aback. He had heard that if an expert exceeding the Gangwu Realm entered the Qiu Yang Secret Realm, they would immediately be struck to ashes by heavenly lightning!
"You are Zhou Jun, the chief disciple of Fengyu Holy Institute?!" Ye Feng noticed that Zhou Jun merely glanced at him before looking around until he spotted the battle nearby. Zhou Jun then stared blankly at the Blood Demon Wolf and Tianyi Daoist, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
"Who are you?" Zhou Jun came back to his senses and refocused on Ye Feng. After sizing him up, he said in surprise, "When did Dragon Tiger Sect produce a Ninth Level Yuanwu Realm expert? Could it be you?"
"I am Ye Feng, a disciple of Dragon Tiger Sect," Ye Feng replied calmly.
He had long known that Fengyu Holy Institute had allied with Flowing Cloud Villa to massacre other sects' Trial Disciples in the Qiu Yang Secret Realm. Now that the culprit stood before him, he naturally showed no favorable expression.
"You are Ye Feng!!" Zhou Jun shouted angrily, his aura suddenly surging as golden flames erupted around him, revealing his uncontrollable rage!
"Back in Silver Moon Secret Realm, Prince Ning Zhao Qingyang died at your hands!"
"He deserved it!" Ye Feng replied coldly.
"Did you know that Zhao Qingyang is Zhao Xiner's younger brother?" Zhou Jun gritted his teeth and suddenly raised the Golden Ring Blade in his hand. "Today, you must die. Don't think that just because you are Ye Feng, it will save you. Even if you weren't, with your identity as a Dragon Tiger Sect disciple, I, Zhou Jun, will still execute you on the spot!"
The five golden rings on the Golden Ring Blade emitted a buzzing sound as the Golden Elemental Force surged from his arms into the blade, forming a pulsating ball of golden flames.
Zhou Jun was poised to strike, but Ye Feng had no intention of making a move.
He glanced sideways at his opponent and said calmly, "I don't want to fight you."
"Don't want to fight? Hahaha, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life! You think just saying you don't want to fight means you won't? What do you think you are?"
Before Ye Feng could respond, an enraged Zhou Jun swung his long knife down without any flourish. The blade flashed through the air, slicing it open and sending waves of golden flames toward Ye Feng.
"Heavenly Gang Blade Technique, Rending Sky Slash!"
Clang!
Although Ye Feng had no intention of attacking, he would not sit idly by. With a flick of his right hand, a torrent of sword light surged forth to clash against the Rending Sky Slash.
As the blade and sword collided, the powerful golden flame and blade light were forced apart with sparks flying. Ye Feng's Azure Dragon Sword trembled and emitted a low hum as the torrent of sword light was cut through.
The shattered blade light and sword shadows scattered in all directions, carving countless deep cuts into the solid Han White Jade ground. A distant wall of a crumbling temple was struck by the splintering blade light and was severed cleanly in half.
"Wind Treading Step!" Ye Feng's expression changed as he executed his movement technique to create distance between them.
Zhou Jun also retreated with a cold expression.
"I told you I don't want to fight. You've seen my strength and should know that it won't be easy for either of us to determine a victor. If you truly wish to avenge Zhao Xiner, there's no need to rush. We can wait until this matter is resolved; I, Ye Feng, am always available."
"Wait until this matter here is resolved?" Zhou Jun said, slightly taken aback as he looked up at the mysterious stone tablet and the sealed hall ahead.
"This kid's strength is not much different from mine. If we really fight, it would be hard to determine the victor. Yun Letian and the others are probably on their way here, and if we can't break free, it will be troublesome. It's better to let this kid go for now. Once we obtain the Exotic Treasure inside, we can take our revenge later!"
In fact, Ye Feng had no enmity with him; he was merely infatuated with Zhao Xiner and had vowed in front of her to avenge her grievances by killing Ye Feng. However, there was no need to rush into things and give others an advantage for no reason.
"Hmph, fine. If it weren't for the Exotic Treasure inside, I wouldn't let you off this time!" Zhou Jun sheathed his golden ring knife and strode toward the direction of the Lunar Palace.
"Hold on!" Ye Feng immediately understood the other party's intention and couldn't help but chuckle. "There isn't any Exotic Treasure inside; instead, there's a sealed Ancient Demon Lord. I advise you not to go in. If that demon escapes, none of us will have a place to die."
Zhou Jun paused, his footsteps halting as he looked far ahead, his shoulders seemingly trembling slightly.
"Ye Feng, do you take me for a three-year-old? You dare to use some nonsense about an Ancient Demon Lord to fool me! Are you trying to hoard the treasure inside for yourself?"
Chapter 143: The Line Crosser Dies!
"Believe it or not, that's your choice. I'm just stating a fact. As long as I'm Ye Feng here, you won't step into the hall even half a step!" Ye Feng crossed his arms over his chest and said leisurely.
Unexpectedly, this Ye Feng was even more arrogant than he was. Zhou Jun snorted coldly, feeling a struggle within himself. In the past, he would never have tolerated someone of his generation acting recklessly in front of him; he would have rushed forward without hesitation to fight. However, with the Exotic Treasure possibly right in front of him and knowing that many others were on their way behind him, there was no need to waste time on this person.
"I want to see how you stop me!" A glint of menace flashed in Zhou Jun's eyes as he stepped forward without paying any heed.
The secret of the Ancient Demon Lord was not something everyone could accept. Ye Feng sighed helplessly and activated Wind Treading Step again to quickly close the distance between himself and Zhou Jun.
Zhou Jun was unwilling to get entangled with Ye Feng. He pushed off the ground with a loud crack that split it like spider webs. His figure soared like a willow leaf, leaping dozens of meters toward the Lunar Palace.
"Xiao Bing, stop him!" Ye Feng's expression changed slightly. Although his Wind Treading Step was fast, he couldn't catch up to Zhou Jun in time and had to rely on Xiao Bing by the stone tablet for help.
Xiao Bing was already prepared. Her small hands moved like flowers, producing dozens of palm shadows that unleashed a torrent of cold air. Ice flowers formed in the air, creating a stunning sight.
However, Zhou Jun, surrounded by the palm shadows, did not share the same sentiment. He felt the temperature drop sharply around him, layers of frost covering his body. Before the palm shadows even reached him, the icy aura had already invaded, leaving him greatly astonished.
"This little girl is surprisingly strong!" Zhou Jun had already noticed the two girls by the stone tablet. He recognized Ning Ruoxue, who was sitting cross-legged and seemed to be healing; she posed no threat. As for the other girl, she appeared younger and lacked any strong Elemental Wave within her, so he didn't take her seriously.
Caught off guard, Zhou Jun found himself surrounded by dozens of palm shadows. Coupled with the influence of the cold air, the golden flames on his body dimmed significantly, and even the Vital Energy within him seemed to stagnate.
"Break for me!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhou Jun shouted angrily as the golden flames on his body surged violently. He swung his Golden Ring Blade, unleashing a blade force like wind—extremely domineering. The blade light that slashed out weighed over a thousand pounds, layered upon itself like a waterfall in front of the palm shadows.
"Heavenly Gang Blade Technique, Second Form: Breaking the Void and Slashing the Waves!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ice block-like palm shadows immediately shattered into ice shards that scattered everywhere. However, under Xiao Bing's control, these ice shards did not fly far before stopping mid-air and transforming into hundreds of inch-long ice needles that shot towards Zhou Jun.
"Heavenly Gang Blade Technique, Sixth Form: Endless Mountain of Blades!"
Facing Xiao Bing's relentless assault, Zhou Jun advanced instead of retreating. He stepped forward with his right foot, shattering the Stone Steps in front of Lunar Palace. The golden flames burned fiercely on his blade like boiling water.
With a low growl, Zhou Jun flicked his wrist and instantly unleashed hundreds of blade shadows that descended like towering mountains of blades.
Ping ping pong pong!
Watching helplessly as the ice needles were shredded by the Blade Mountain Phantom unleashed by Zhou Jun, Xiao Bing's expression changed slightly. She hadn't expected her opponent to be so difficult to deal with. Instinctively, she took a step back, her face unusually serious.
"I'm angry!!"
When she opened her eyes again, Xiao Bing's expression was emotionless as she muttered incantations. In her pupils, two tiny whirlwinds of cold ice spun continuously. Around her body, a fierce wind centered on her spread out in an instant.
At this moment, the Blade Mountain Phantom had completely shredded all the ice needles, and its momentum remained unabated as it pressed down towards Xiao Bing.
Wherever the Blade Mountain passed, the air was sliced open, producing a series of explosive sounds like firecrackers. Zhou Jun was genuinely enraged this time, channeling all his Vital Energy into this move "Endless Mountain of Blades." The Blade Mountain Phantom surged forward, showing no signs of dissipating; instead, it became even more solidified, as if a massive mountain made of countless long blades was descending upon her.
Xiao Bing's gaze turned exceptionally sharp. She stomped her foot, causing the ground to tremble. The icy whirlwind surrounding her continued to expand, and crystalline ice wings sprouted from her back.
"What kind of Martial Technique is this that can condense wings?" Zhou Jun's pupils constricted. He did not know Xiao Bing's true identity; he only knew that her strength was formidable and that he had to exert all his effort to have any chance of victory.
"Seventh Style of the Heavenly Gang Blade Technique, Mountain of Blades!" Zhou Jun raised his hands high again, and the Golden Ring Blade slashed out once more, forming a second layer of Blade Mountain!
The double-layered Blade Mountain was already Zhou Jun's limit!
Xiao Bing's black hair danced wildly, her long skirt fluttering as she suddenly spread her arms wide!
"Ice Phoenix Divine Technique, Extreme Cold Domain!"
Whoosh!
A terrifying storm erupted from the ground, surging forward centered on Xiao Bing. In the storm, heavy snow fell wildly and fierce winds howled. Ye Feng strained his eyes but could not see what was happening inside.
After a stick of incense, the storm gradually subsided. Xiao Bing's chest heaved as she breathed heavily.
The scene before Ye Feng left him speechless.
In the fan-shaped area about ten meters in front of Xiao Bing, there was a thick layer of snow nearly half a meter deep, and a human-shaped ice sculpture stood amidst the snow, its arms raised above its head, striking the pose from when it had unleashed the second level of the Blade Mountain technique.
"I didn't expect that Xiao Bing could unleash such a powerful Martial Technique without revealing her true form. No, this shouldn't be called a Martial Technique; it's more like a divine beast's innate skill!" Ye Feng's mouth twitched. It was only at this moment that he realized how terrifying Xiao Bing's combat power truly was.
"Fortunately, I eliminated the trace of Soul Thought left by Tianyi Daoist in Xiao Bing's Nirvana Palace earlier. Otherwise, if Xiao Bing were controlled by Tianyi Daoist and turned against me, it would have been quite difficult to handle!"
Zhou Jun was completely frozen, his life or death unknown. Xiao Bing brushed off the snowflakes from her body and smiled at Ye Feng from a distance.
Ye Feng let out a bitter laugh and shook his head. Who would have thought that the seemingly innocent girl before him had caused such a scene?
"What happened up ahead?"
"That ice sculpture looks like Zhou Jun from Fengyu Holy Institute!"
"Impossible! Zhou Jun is an exceptional master on the verge of entering the Gangwu Realm. How could he be frozen here?"
A murmur arose behind him. Ye Feng frowned, knowing that trouble was always bound to come.
Turning around, he saw dozens of Trial Disciples appearing in Hanbaiyu Square. From their attire, Ye Feng recognized that this group consisted of disciples from Flowing Cloud Villa, Fengyu Holy Institute, and Dragon Tiger Sect.
"Hurry, let's go check it out! If something happened to Senior Brother Zhou, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the sect leader when we return!" The speaker was a disciple from Flowing Cloud Villa. They were not certain that the ice sculpture was indeed Zhou Jun but couldn't contain their eagerness to confirm their suspicions.
Ye Feng sneered and raised his hand to stop them.
"Indeed, it's Zhou Jun ahead. If you don't want to end up like him as an ice sculpture, you'd better behave!"
"Shut up! Who do you think you are? How dare you oppose us from the Fengyu Holy Institute!" A Round-Faced Disciple stepped forward, arrogantly reprimanding.
"Why waste words on him? He’s probably just a stray fish that slipped through the net. Let's kill him directly!"
Ye Feng raised the Azure Dragon Sword, blocking it in front of everyone, his Vital Energy circulating to its peak, exuding a powerful aura.
"I know your intentions; you want to gain some benefits here. Unfortunately, you'll be disappointed. There are no treasures here, only a sealed Ancient Demon Lord. If he is released, we will all die!"
"Ninth Level of Yuanwu Realm! This guy has such high cultivation!" The Round-Faced Disciple exclaimed, stepping back in shock. He never expected that besides Zhao Xiner and Senior Brother Zhou Jun, another expert at the Ninth Level of Yuanwu would appear among the younger generation of the Northern Border Nine Sects!
"I remember now; he is Ye Feng, the recently risen talent from the Dragon Tiger Sect!" A disciple from the Fengyu Holy Institute slapped his forehead, seemingly recalling something and shouted.
The disciples of the Fengyu Holy Institute fell silent; most of their cultivation levels were around the fifth or sixth stage of the Origin Martial Realm, far from being a match for Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng, it really is you!" A familiar voice came through. Ye Feng focused his gaze and saw someone wearing similar attire to his own, except with a green dragon embroidered on the chest—none other than Li Chengce, a disciple from the Dragon Tiger Sect Azure Dragon Hall, who had clashed with him during the Outer Sect Grand Competition.
"Azure Dragon Hall colluding with outsiders to harm fellow disciples—I, Ye Feng, will settle this score with you sooner or later!" A fierce light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes, revealing his killing intent.
"What a boast! Even if you're strong, can you withstand our combined assault?"
Another familiar face appeared, a disciple from White Tiger Hall, Ginger Chen.
One by one, nearly all the Trial Disciples in the Qiu Yang Secret Realm had arrived. Seeing their numbers grow, the confidence of the Round-Faced Disciple from the Fengyu Holy Institute surged as he prepared to charge toward the main hall.
"Seeking death!" Ye Feng snorted coldly and swept the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand.
Puff!
As the sword light passed, blood splattered everywhere. The left leg of the Round-Faced Disciple, which had just been extended, was suddenly severed by a flash of sword light, leaving no chance to retaliate.
"Ah!! Help me!!" The Round-Faced Disciple let out a scream akin to that of a slaughtered pig, as disciples from the Fengyu Holy Institute hurriedly dragged him back into the crowd.
The sword light did not cease, carving a ten-meter-long sword mark on the ground, standing as a barrier between everyone and him.
"Anyone who dares to cross this line will be killed without mercy!"
With the Azure Dragon Sword held across his chest, Ye Feng's face was as cold as ice, exuding an overwhelming killing intent!
"The Immortal Sect seniors sacrificed their Divine Soul to seal the Shura Demon King Lu Tong. As long as I, Ye Feng, still draw breath, I will not allow anyone to dare disrupt the Ritual Array!"
Ye Feng's formidable aura stunned everyone present. Ginger Chen and Li Chengce exchanged glances, intending to incite the crowd to advance, while Yuan Yun occasionally glanced at the distant stone tablet, his eyes sparkling with excitement that he could not conceal.
"What are we afraid of? He just wants to monopolize the treasures inside the hall. We have come all this way; are we really going to watch as ancient Exotic Treasures fall into this kid's hands?"
"Brother Li is right. So what if he is at the Yuanwu Ninth Level? I don't believe that we can't defeat him if we work together!"
"Exactly! Everyone, don't be afraid; let's go together!"
Soon, under the encouragement of the two, some people crossed the sword mark.
"Tide Sound Sword Technique!"
The sword light flashed by like a surge of tidal waves rising from flat ground. The three Trial Disciples who had just crossed the sword mark barely took a few steps before feeling a sudden chill at their necks. A thin line of blood appeared before they lost consciousness entirely.
Three skulls rolled on the ground, but the body ran three steps away before finally collapsing to the ground.
Hiss!
Everyone gasped in shock; Ye Feng's speed in drawing his sword had exceeded their imagination.
No one dared to take a second step! Instead, they all retreated, fearing they would be caught in the surging tide of sword light.
However, the wave-like sword light abruptly halted at the scar left by the sword. Ye Feng sheathed his sword, his eyes slightly closed, standing before everyone like an insurmountable mountain!
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