Arriving at Three Immortal Islands, Killing Intent Soars

The vastness of the East Sea far surpassed mortal imagination.

Even with Qiong Xiao's current cultivation level, it would take several days of full-speed flight to cross it.

But under Lin Feng's lead, everything became different.

He didn't summon any Magic Treasures, nor did he display any world-shattering Spiritual Power. He simply walked ahead as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

With a single step, he was thousands of miles away.

The surrounding sea of clouds and fierce winds seemed to have a life of their own, parting a path for him.

Qiong Xiao followed closely behind, her heart no longer stirred by any waves.

Regarding her Master's various divine abilities, she had gradually grown accustomed to them from her initial shock.

Perhaps, this was the true demeanor of a reincarnated Chaos Demon God.

In their hands, they held the incomplete map found in Huo Teng's storage bracelet.

The map pointed to the cave mansion of a powerful Formation master from ancient times, named the Three Immortal Islands.

Qiong Xiao's two sisters, Bi Xiao and Yun Xiao, had lived in seclusion there, away from worldly affairs, after the destruction of the Intercepting Sect.

As they drew closer to the marker on the map, Qiong Xiao's heart tightened with anticipation of reuniting with her kin, yet also with a sense of inexplicable nervousness.

Just then, a surge of murderous intent, powerful enough to pierce the heavens, struck them without warning.

The aura was violent and ferocious, mixed with over a dozen distinct yet equally potent magical power fluctuations, churning the entire sea ahead into chaos.

The previously calm sea surface was now churning with waves hundreds of feet high, and the Spiritual Energy was disturbed as if boiling.

"Not good!"

Qiong Xiao's expression changed, and her body instinctively stopped.

Such a large-scale clash of magical powers clearly indicated that someone was engaged in a fierce battle!

She looked up, her gaze piercing through the dense sea mist.

At the distant horizon, a massive island exuding an aura of immortality was enveloped by a colossal golden barrier.

Runes flowed across the barrier, and the Dao was naturally formed, clearly indicating a high-grade island-protecting Formation.

However, at this moment, this supposedly impregnable Formation was shaking violently.

Outside the barrier, over a dozen figures hovered in the air, each wielding their Magic Treasures and launching a storm of attacks at the barrier.

Gleaming blades, flashing swords, divine lightning, celestial fire...

Countless attacks converged into a destructive torrent, striking the golden barrier again and again, causing ripples to constantly appear and the light to flicker unstably, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"A bunch of remnants from the Intercepting Sect dare to occupy such a blessed land? It's a complete waste!"

A middle-aged Daoist priest, clad in an eight-trigram robe and holding a horsetail whisk, stood at the forefront of the group, his expression arrogant, his voice carrying across the land.

He was one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Heavenly Origin Sect, a registered disciple under True Lord Yu Ding. His cultivation had already reached the late stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, making him the leader of these attackers.

"Senior Brother Qingxu speaks the truth! Once we break this Formation, we will capture the female immortals inside and present them to Senior Brother to be tea-serving attendants!"

A sallow-faced cultivator beside him immediately echoed flatteringly, eliciting a burst of laughter.

Their eyes were filled with greed as they stared intently at the immortal island within the barrier.

The Three Immortal Islands were an ancient ruin, undoubtedly containing great treasures.

What they coveted even more was the beauty of the island's owner, the Sanxiao sisters.

With the Intercepting Sect destroyed and their backing gone, these three renowned female immortals of the Primordial World had become lambs to the slaughter in their eyes.

True Lord Qingxu stroked his long beard, a smug smile on his face, clearly pleased by the flattery.

His gaze fell upon a figure in fiery red within the barrier, desperately maintaining the Formation. A lecherous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Is that Bi Xiao, one of the Sanxiao? She truly lives up to her reputation. Remember to spare her life when we break the Formation later. I intend to 'interrogate' her personally."

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

The crowd responded in unison, their attacks growing even fiercer.

And within the barrier, at the core of the Formation.

A figure in fiery red sat cross-legged, it was Bi Xiao.

Her face was as pale as paper, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, and her magical power was on the verge of depletion.

She poured the last trace of Immortal Essence from her body into the Array Core beneath her, desperately supporting the tottering island-protecting Formation.

Every tremor of the barrier caused her body to shake, her internal organs feeling as if they had suffered a heavy blow.

She knew she couldn't hold on much longer.

Although this island-protecting Formation was powerful, it was ultimately unmanned. How could her lone strength withstand the combined assault of over a dozen cultivators of the same rank, including a late-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal?

At most, in another half an hour, the Formation would be broken!

At that time, not only would she suffer a terrible fate, but her eldest sister, Yun Xiao, who was in seclusion within the island attempting to break through to a higher realm, would also be affected. The consequences were unimaginable.

Upon thinking of this, a look of determination and sorrow flickered in Bi Xiao's eyes.

My youngest sister, who left home long ago and hasn't been heard from since…

"Third sister, where on earth are you…"

Bi Xiao murmured to herself, her eyes misting over.

Just as despair began to set in, a figure on the distant sea, so familiar it was etched into her bones, appeared before her eyes without warning.

When Qiong Xiao saw the fiery red figure struggling within the energy shield, her pupils snapped shut to the size of pinpricks.

The color drained from her face, a face of unparalleled beauty, in an instant.

"It's my second sister!"

A cry escaped Qiong Xiao's lips, her voice trembling with uncontrollable shock and horror.

She never imagined that after so many years, her reunion with her sister would be under such circumstances.

She could clearly feel that her second sister, Bi Xiao's, aura was incredibly weak, like a candle in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment.

And the island-protecting formation was on the verge of collapse.

The runes on the surface of the energy shield were already vanishing in large swathes, and cracks spread like a spiderweb.

Qiong Xiao's heart clenched instantly, the pain making it impossible to breathe.

At that very moment, the cultivators who were fiercely attacking outside the energy shield also noticed Lin Feng and Qiong Xiao appearing in the distance.

"Hmm? Two more to die?"

"Judging by the woman's aura, she seems to be another remnant of the Intercepting Sect?"

Daoist Qingxu raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on Qiong Xiao. Upon seeing her face, a flicker of admiration flashed in his eyes, which quickly turned into deep disdain.

"So it's Qiong Xiao of the Sanxiao. Perfect, that saves us the trouble of finding them one by one. Today, I'll let you three sisters reunite here and embark on your journey together!"

He didn't take the two who suddenly appeared seriously at all.

In his eyes, they were just two more insignificant pests to be toyed with.

He didn't even bother to glance at Lin Feng.

A mortal with an ordinary aura, showing no cultivation whatsoever?

Perhaps just a mortal companion Qiong Xiao found outside, not worth mentioning.

"Master!"

Qiong Xiao ignored the clamor from outside. She turned her head sharply to look at Lin Feng beside her. Her usually cool, autumn-water-like beautiful eyes were now filled with unprecedented anxiety and pleading.

This one word, "Master," was almost all the strength she had left.

Her voice was choked with sobs, carrying her last hope.

She knew that in this world, if there was anyone who could save her sister, who could reverse this certain death situation, it could only be the man before her!

Lin Feng's gaze finally shifted away from the immortal island in the distance.

He glanced at the dozen or so arrogant Heavenly Origin Sect cultivators, then at Bi Xiao, whose aura was fading within the energy shield.

Finally, his gaze settled on Qiong Xiao's small face, filled with pleading and fear.

His brow furrowed slightly.

As if the farce before him had disturbed his originally leisurely journey.

"So noisy."

Lin Feng pouted and uttered three words indifferently.

His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to contain some supreme power of Words Manifesting as Law.

The moment his voice fell.

The entire world fell silent.

The deafening roar of magic treasures ceased abruptly.

The violent fluctuations of divine power instantly subsided.

The expressions on the faces of the dozen or so Heavenly Origin Sect cultivators, who were still laughing wildly and attacking, froze.

Their movements were suspended in mid-air.

Whether it was the magic treasures they held high or the hand seals they formed, it was as if a pause button had been pressed, rendering them motionless.

Time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

The only things that could move were their eyeballs.

In their dozen pairs of eyes, the expressions of arrogance and greed from the previous second were instantly filled with an emotion called "fear," which then transformed into boundless shock and despair in the next second!

They discovered they couldn't move.

Let alone move a finger, even the divine power within their bodies felt frozen into solid ice, completely beyond their control.

Their primordial spirits felt as if they were being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, unable to even form a single thought.

They had become a dozen living statues with thoughts!

What kind of Spiritual Power is this?

What kind of method is this?

Within the light barrier, Bi Xiao, who had already closed her eyes and resigned herself to death, suddenly opened them.

The world-ending pressure had vanished.

The precarious island-protecting formation had miraculously stabilized.

She blankly raised her head and looked outside.

Then, she saw a scene she would never forget in her life.

Those dozen or so arrogant Heavenly Origin Sect Immortals were suspended motionlessly in mid-air like painted scrolls hung on the sky curtain, their poses varied, their faces still contorted with the ferocity of their attacks.

And facing them, her third sister, Qiong Xiao, was looking up at the man in front of her with an expression of adoration.

That man was merely standing there quietly, as if he had done nothing at all.

Qiong Xiao's mind went blank for a moment.

She had imagined that Master would intervene.

Perhaps by setting up a stronger formation, or by unleashing terrifying Magic Treasures.

But she could never have imagined it would be in this manner.

With just a single sentence.