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Xu Feng was waiting for the night to fall, and Yang She and Xiao Jing were no different. A large group of Yuan Ying Cultivators surrounded a Late Stage of Golden Core; this was not a glorious affair.
It seemed there was also a sense of emotion as the night descended, the flowing clouds obscured the moonlight, and a few shy stars blinked weakly.
Reaching out, one could see their fingers but not their nails. Although cultivators had powerful eyesight, visibility was still reduced.
More than ten members of the Purple Cloud Sect tightened their encirclement, finally stopping ten meters away from the inn. Yang She began to speak like a Hong Kong Royal Police officer, "Xu Feng, you are surrounded. Put down your magical artifacts and hand over your Spatial Ring. You have the right to resist, but the result of your resistance will be your death at my hands."
Xu Feng indeed took out his magical artifacts: a Blazing Blade and a black shield. He held both items in his hands instead of placing them on the ground like Yang She did.
Yang She had long anticipated that Xu Feng would not surrender easily. With just a blade and a shield, these two items had already killed eight Yuan Ying experts from the Purple Cloud Sect. Looking at the crack on the Blackstone Shield, Yang She revealed a cruel smile; that crack was inflicted by him. With a powerful Great Strength King Fist, he had shattered Xu Feng's Blackstone Shield with one punch, giving Yang She enough confidence to kill Xu Feng.
There were thirteen cultivators surrounding Xu Feng, originally part of the Azure Cloud Eighteen Swords from the Purple Cloud Sect. However, they had lost five swords during the Competition against Consort Zhu Lin at White Rabbit Mountain, leaving only these thirteen members who were now summoned by Yang She. These thirteen had witnessed Xu Feng's abilities and each believed they could defeat him in three moves; this time, their opponent was not just Xu Feng but also their fellow sect brothers competing for Xu Feng's possessions.
Each of the thirteen swordsmen was at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul and possessed Superior Magical Artifacts. Coupled with Yang She's Great Strength King Fist, Xu Feng seemed unable to escape. What they did not know was that Xu Feng truly had wings—wings that were close to being Supreme Treasures: the Wings of the Strange Dragon.
Standing a hundred meters away, Yang She suddenly shouted, "Alive or dead, kill!"
To be alive meant half-alive as well; the Purple Cloud Thirteen Swords understood Yang She's intent clearly and charged forward with all their might. Thirteen swords could slice Xu Feng into thirteen pieces with one strike. Even Xiao Jing, who was watching from the side, began to doubt whether Xu Feng could survive.
As the sword light descended, Xu Feng, who had just been calm and collected moments ago, suddenly turned into a mouse encountering a cat. In panic, he jumped into the inn but stumbled over the threshold due to his sudden leap and nearly fell. Xu Feng practically rolled and crawled into the inn, slamming the door shut behind him.
The attacking Purple Cloud Sect cultivators were left speechless; using a door panel to block a Yuan Ying Cultivator? How ridiculous!
Boom! The door panel shattered into pieces, and with one strike, all four main pillars of the inn were broken down. In an instant, Peach Blossom Inn crumbled into ruins.
As the inn collapsed, a figure shot out from its center and soared into the sky—the blade light blazed like fire; it was Xu Feng.
"I've been waiting for you!"
Xu Feng burst through the roof just as Yang She's fist came crashing toward him. Yang She was both rough and meticulous; knowing that he hadn't killed Xu Feng with his last punch and realizing that Xu Feng was difficult to deal with, he calculated Xu Feng's escape direction when his subordinates attacked. Sure enough, Xu Feng broke through from directly above and fell right into Yang She's trap.
A pale yellow giant fist imprint dragged along more than two meters of tail as it charged toward Xu Feng like an evil tiger.
Great Strength King Fist!
The fist imprint flew in, and Xu Feng desperately twisted his body, managing to shift his position to the side to evade Sky. However, the speed of Great Strength King Fist was too fast; the fist imprint, measuring one meter square, occupied too much space. Although Xu Feng's movement would normally allow him to avoid this punch, he was still hit by a quarter of the fist imprint.
Yang She had a good grasp of the direction with this punch, striking Xu Feng in the hip. This blow wouldn’t take Xu Feng's life, allowing Xiaoyao Sect to save face while also taking something from him.
Yang She was very satisfied with the effect of this punch.
The fist imprint formed by Great Strength King Fist pierced through Xu Feng's waist as if breaking a hole in tofu; Yang She’s punch actually penetrated Xu Feng’s lower body entirely!
But in the next moment, the thirteen cultivators who had flown in to take advantage were all dumbfounded, and even Yang She rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what he was seeing.
There stood Xu Feng, perfectly fine on Sky, standing on a Flying Sword. The unstoppable force of Great Strength King Fist indeed struck Xu Feng, but his body seemed like liquid metal; as the fist imprint pressed against him, all the flesh of his lower body shifted to one side without any resistance. It was as if Yang She’s punch had merely grazed a balloon, appearing from a distance as if it had punched through completely.
How could this be possible? Is he made of water? Yang She raised his hand to look at his fist. Could it be that my strength has declined? No way!
Xu Feng, propelled by the powerful force of the punch, spun around twice on the spot, his face pale as he struggled to hold back the blood surging up his throat, defiantly glancing at Yang She.
After all, Yang She was a top figure at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. He quickly noticed Xu Feng’s flaw. How ridiculous! Can’t I kill a Late Stage of Golden Core with one punch? He had the Blackstone Shield during the first punch; this time I clearly hit him—how could he possibly not be injured? I don’t believe it! He must have been hurt.
With a loud roar, Yang She gathered the power of Great Strength King Fist once more. At this moment, how could Xu Feng dare to stay any longer? He couldn’t afford to conserve his strength; the Wings of the Strange Dragon burst forth from his body. With a gentle flap, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the night.
Looking at the empty night sky, both Yang She and his thirteen swordsmen were left dumbfounded. Damn it! So there’s such a magical treasure; no wonder he was so arrogant.
“Chase!” Greed sparkled in Yang She’s eyes. He realized that Xu Feng was already injured; as long as they caught up, that strange flying treasure would be his. The Purple Cloud Thirteen Swords all seemed invigorated and desperately pursued.
“What a treasure!” Xiao Jing, watching the direction where Xu Feng had flown away, couldn’t help but feel regret. His strength wasn’t enough to compete with Yang She for that Wings of the Strange Dragon, and Yang She wouldn’t show him any mercy.
Not five minutes after leaving, ten red shadows flew in and respectfully landed beside Xiao Jing, led by none other than Guo Ruomin.
“Quickly chase! We must capture Xu Feng! Alive or dead!” Finally, Xiao Jing awaited the arrival of the Red-Clad Elder from Xiaoyao Sect, possessing enough power to suppress Yang She.
"No matter what, I must obtain those wings," Xiao Jing gritted her teeth secretly and led the members of Xiaoyao Sect in pursuit. Due to the unexpected appearance of the Wings of the Strange Dragon, the Xiaoyao Sect, which had initially been watching from the sidelines, joined in the hunt for Xu Feng.
Xu Feng unleashed the Wings of the Strange Dragon, tripling his speed. With two wings and three wings, he quickly left the Purple Cloud Sect's cultivators far behind. He stopped by a river in a village; the Wings of the Strange Dragon consumed a tremendous amount of spiritual energy, making it unsuitable for prolonged flight. It could only be used temporarily for escape, especially since Xu Feng was injured.
The Great Strength King Fist was a high-level cultivation method, and Yang She had only practiced it superficially. Even this superficial level was beyond what Xu Feng, a Golden Core Stage Cultivator, could withstand. Yang She timed his punch perfectly; every aspect—angle, power, and speed—was just right. Xu Feng was fortunate to escape with his life.
Yang Wei practiced the Water Element Technique. After refining Yang Wei's Yuan Ying, Xu Feng's Weak Water Three Thousand Technique reached Great Achievement and entered the final "Mianren Realm." He became as fluid as flowing water, achieving extreme flexibility. Yang She's seemingly unstoppable punch struck Xu Feng like falling into a pond—without any leverage, Xu Feng managed to neutralize it with softness overcoming hardness.
However, the gap in realms could not be bridged entirely; part of Yang She's punch forcefully entered Xu Feng's body. Although protected by Lingxi Armor, Xu Feng still suffered significant internal injuries.
"Great Strength King Fist, such an impressive technique; I like it," Yang She remarked enviously about Xu Feng's Wings of the Strange Dragon while Xu Feng contemplated using the Great Strength King Fist himself.
After pouring a handful of Healing Elixir into his mouth and resting for a few minutes, Xu Feng took off again. The Wings of the Strange Dragon sliced through the night sky and vanished from sight.
Not long after Xu Feng left, Yang She arrived at the riverbank with his group.
"Thirteen, are you sure he was here?"
"Yang Protector, don't worry; my Shadow Capture Technique has never missed. Xu Feng definitely passed through here."
"I mean right now."
"Uh..."
Yang She kicked that person hard and shouted, "He’s injured and can’t go far; pursue him!" More than ten members of the Purple Cloud Sect hurriedly flew away.
The Xiaoyao Sect soon followed. Xiao Jing held something resembling a Spirit Root Plate in her hand; there was a needle on it pointing in the direction Xu Feng had flown.
"He runs fast; chase after him!" The Xiaoyao Sect closely followed.
Xu Feng's speed was much greater than theirs. Every half hour he would stop to heal. With plenty of elixirs and Five Elements Power for treatment, his injuries quickly improved. After eight hours, his internal injuries were completely healed; roughly calculated, he had used over eighty Level Seven Healing Elixirs.
Due to the intermittent pace, Xu Feng did not distance himself too far from Yang She, remaining about fifty to sixty miles apart. With the strength of the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, it would only take a little over ten minutes to catch up. Xu Feng took advantage of this interval to fully heal his injuries.
At this moment, it was bright.
Xu Feng retracted the Wings of the Strange Dragon and switched to using the Flying Sword to continue his escape. The speed at which Xu Feng fled with the Flying Sword was comparable to that of an average Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivator. The difference was that for Xu Feng, flying with the Flying Sword felt like a leisurely stroll; he could fly while regulating his breathing, maintaining a steady speed.
Having regained his strength, Xu Feng's confidence surged. He was just waiting for nightfall to turn back and launch a counterattack.
Yang She seemed to sense the changes behind him; members of Xiaoyao Sect were approaching. His plan to rob Xu Feng might be thwarted. He couldn't let them get ahead.
Yang She took out Earth Immortal Essence and once again infused it into the Purple Cloud Thirteen Swords, hoping to use its potency to locate Xu Feng. As long as he found him, regardless of whether it was day or night, he would strike immediately without mercy.
Xu Feng flew through the wilderness, waiting for nightfall for the second time. Once night arrived, the roles of pursuer and fugitive would instantly reverse. He mentally noted his geographical position, circling within a thousand-mile radius around Taohua Village. A thousand miles wasn't too far or too close; after making two laps, Yang She noticed this pattern.
"He can't move anymore. You three, return to Taohua Village and lie in ambush; he will likely head there next. Our speed can't catch up with him, but if you encounter him, you must buy time until I arrive to kill him." The three nodded in agreement but thought otherwise: Why wait for you when three of us can handle one? We're not idiots.
The three Purple Cloud Sect cultivators flew away from their group towards Taohua Village, where they had initially attacked.
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