During the Winter Festival, the yellow leaves covered the road.
A cold breeze blew on the old street with a chilling murderous intent.
The cultivators all sensed that something was wrong. They flew away quietly like sparrows. The strange beasts covered in scales and the large birds with golden fur and white feathers also sensed danger and slowly retreated.
Of course, there were also some courageous cultivators, such as the young men in white robes drinking wine under the bronze pillars of the Dragon Court, and the gray-haired old men in the golden pavilions of the tall buildings. These people all had calm expressions and were very confident in their own cultivation. Nothing could make them retreat.
Feng Feiyun took out a white silk cloth from his chest pocket and coughed while covering his mouth. The cloth was stained with blood and his face became even paler. Many cultivators were trying to guess who this sickly man was.
Two soldiers from the Martial Army in front of Feng Feiyun rode on their bulls. Their black armor emitted a dense black glow. One of them took out his saber and said with a cold glint in his eyes: "Young Noble Feng, have you made up your mind?"
Feng Feiyun smiled without replying.
The other soldier shouted: "Feng Feiyun, you have been poisoned by Yama's Decay Blood so you are only a dying man. You must come with us today or else don't blame us for bullying the weak."
"Bam!"
He threw a Black Tortoise shackle in front of Feng Feiyun as if he was scolding a criminal: "Put the shackle on yourself or we'll help you."
Feng Feiyun sat on top of the carriage without saying a word. His eyes were lifeless and his body was trembling like a dying old man.
"So it's the demon's son, Feng Feiyun!"
A female disciple from the pagoda turned around. She was around the age of sixteen and could be considered pretty. She curiously stared at the driver of the carriage.
A man in white robes next to her said with regret: "Sigh!
What a shame. He could have been the number one prodigy of the Jin Dynasty, but now, he's in such dire straits, forced like a stray dog. "
"Fate played a joke on him. Prosperity fell, and the Heavenly Mandate died prematurely."
"Even though Feng Feiyun is still alive, he only has two years left to live. Furthermore, he can't fight anyone at all. Otherwise, his King of Hell's Decay Blood will flow out even faster, and he will die even faster."
…
The pagoda's disciples lamented. Three of them were acquaintances with Feng Feiyun, but now, no one wanted to help him. After all, he was no longer the talented Divine King's successor, he was only a sick cripple.
Who would want to offend a big shot like Ling Donglai for such a person?
The pagoda's disciples who knew Feng Feiyun turned around and pretended not to see anything.
This was the hypocrisy of the world!
Feng Feiyun's lips trembled. "I'm already a dead man. Can't you just let me go?"
"Haha!
I'm dying of laughter, I'm dying of laughter. The famous son of the demon demon actually dares to say such words. "
He lowered his voice: "Feng Feiyun, if you kneel on the ground and beg us, maybe we'll go to your general and ask for mercy for you."
Another soldier also had a mocking smile on his face as he stared at Feng Feiyun.
"Sigh!
I originally didn't want to kill, but you guys are forcing me. "
Feng Feiyun slowly raised his trembling arm and swung it down. A cold wind blew across the street.
"Pluff!"
The soldier on the left was immediately split in half from his forehead all the way to his crotch. Blood splattered all over the ground. Even the qilin he was riding had a bloody mark on its body. Its gigantic body fell down to the side.
"Whoosh!"
A one-meter-deep saber mark was left on the street from below Feng Feiyun all the way to the end of the street. The ground was covered in rubble.
This was a slash from a sickly invalid!
The other soldier was spasming with disbelief in his eyes. If it wasn't for the fearless will of the soldiers, he would have fallen from the qilin's sorrow.
"Feng Feiyun, you still dare to attack?!"
The soldier roared and reached out. The Black Tortoise Shackle on the ground flew into his hand. He rode the qilin like a black gale.
The qilin's hooves shook the entire city.
The Black Tortoise Shackle issued metallic clangs.
"Whoosh!"
The second saber energy flew out in a frenzy and directly cut the soldier into eight pieces. The four legs of the qilin were also severed and it fell to the ground.
The woman sitting at the end of the street paused for a moment but didn't turn around. She continued to drink.
"Cough, cough!"
Feng Feiyun shook the dust off his hat and put it back on. "Donglai, you should do it yourself!
I've wanted to have a good fight with you for a long time. "
Donglai stood on top of the Spirit Pavilion with a dignified appearance. He had a momentum that wouldn't move even if the sky collapsed. He said: "You are poisoned by Yama's Decay Blood. The more you fight, the faster you will die. I'm afraid your life will be gone if you fight me."
Feng Feiyun said: "My death won't be in vain if I can fight against a master like you before I die."
"Then I'll help you!"
Donglai's saber automatically flew out like a crescent moon in the sky. The saber ray contained the soul of a beast and fused with the Divine Martial Saber Law.
The saber came down with an unstoppable force.
"Boom!"
A huge white stone saber flew up from below. Dragon Qi surged upward and blocked the Divine Martial Saber.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
After more than seventy collisions, the saber was finally broken into pieces. It turned into iron scraps and flew back towards Donglai like a rain of sabers.
Donglai stretched out his hand, and a wave of clouds flew out from his palm. The iron scraps immediately turned into powder and disappeared.
"Roar!"
The white stone blade slashed down, and a white dragon shadow soared into the sky. It was extremely realistic, like an immortal divine dragon roaming over, its ferocious might impressive.
This was the grand completion of the second stance of the Dragon King's Saber Art — Dragon King Descends to the Ninth Heaven.
Anyone else would have run away in fear from this saber technique, but Donglai remained as still as a pine tree. His cloak fluttered in the wind. 'Looks like Feiyun is going all out, wanting to fight me with everything he has.'
This was the struggle of a cornered beast. There was no need to fight a dead man. Donglai floated up and stepped on a purple cloud. He wanted to soar to the sky and exhaust Feng Feiyun to death.
Donglai was not a martial artist, but a wisdom master with great wisdom. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the youngest general.
"Boom!"
Feng Feiyun was much faster than him. He was already standing on the clouds with his stone saber. A cloud of sabers came from the horizon and forced Donglai back. He had no choice but to fight against Feng Feiyun.
"Pure Finger!"
Ling Donglai stood at the top of the Spirit Pavilion, and a wave-like beam of light shot out from his finger, turning into a pillar of light that shot into the sky. A ripple-like shockwave spread out, destroying everything in the surroundings.
The houses, palaces, streets, and even the beasts and birds in the city were all turned to dust by this ray. The disciples from the pagoda couldn't escape in time and were covered in wounds. They were almost killed by this ray. They were confident in their cultivation, but the shockwave from Donglai's finger alone was enough to injure them.
This was a great technique that Donglai learned from the Dao Ancestor's three dao mantras. Its offensive power was even more terrifying than the Pure Eight Arrays Formation.
Feng Feiyun was wearing a plain robe and a bamboo hat. He stood on top of the clouds as a black tablet flew out from his dantian. It towered for thirty meters like a divine seal descending from the sky.
A hundred rays of Violet Kingdom Light surrounded the black Sage Tablet!
Eighteen blurry figures stood in eighteen different directions of the tablet and chanted the heavenly hymn of the grand dao.
Feng Feiyun stood on top of the tablet and directly pressed downwards. He had taken out his soulbound artifact and went all out in order to end the battle as quickly as possible. It was as if a tablet was falling down from the heavens with a suffocating pressure.
"Boom!"
Even Ling Donglai's Prime Clarity Finger was unable to block the black holy monument. It was as if his finger beam had struck a black sea of clouds, and not a single ripple was produced.
The ground had already caved in, forming a tablet imprint.
The Spirit Pavilion that Donglai was standing on had already collapsed and turned to dust. "Such a powerful soulbound artifact!"
Donglai waved his sleeves, and five rays of spiritual light shot into the sky. He actually shot out five Spirit Treasures at the same time. One was a ten-meter-long white sword, one was half a piece of rotten wood, one was an iron tower, and the last two were purple and blue spirit pearls. They were half green and half purple, and their power could shatter a city or a mountain.
Donglai was a person with great fortune. He had found these five Spirit Treasures in the ancient cave. Not only these Spirit Treasures, but there were also many spirit stones, spirit pills, secret scrolls, and cultivation techniques.
The five Spirit Treasures were like five small suns with blinding brilliance. Donglai held them in his hands, and a Pure Eight Arrays Formation appeared on his palms.
The five Spirit Treasures hovered above the formation and slammed into the black tablet.
This scene shocked many people. A fight between two Grand Historical Geniuses could destroy an entire city.
"Donglai is extremely talented with unparalleled providence. An Unaffiliated from the Daoist School once wanted to take him as a disciple, but he refused."
"Even a marquis wouldn't be able to carry five spirit treasures at the same time. A young cultivator with one spirit treasure is already enough to be called a king, but he actually took out five spirit treasures at the same time. How enviable."
"Feng Feiyun is also very powerful. He's still as strong as a divine dragon despite being poisoned by Yama's Decay Blood. The former number one genius of the Jin Dynasty really can't be underestimated. At the very least, before his cultivation drops to a certain level, those who want to touch him won't have a good time."
Those who were looking down on Feng Feiyun earlier couldn't say anything at this moment.
The cultivators inside the city ran out, afraid that the battle between the two would destroy this city.