A majestic beam of golden light cleaved down at Right Saint's head. At the same time, a mass of red light and a mass of emerald light entwined in midair, forming a taiji diagram that struck toward him. Ling Guangzi focused his mind and controlled the two masses of light, bombarding Right Saint wildly, while Liu Xingzi formed sword seals to command his flying sword. Grasping a golden talisman in his left hand, he shouted sternly, "Who are you people, to dare run wild in my Yiyuan Sect?"
Right Saint let out a shrill howl, the wrinkles on his face trembling as he shouted harshly, "Good! At last, some experts have stepped forward. Unfortunately, compared to yours truly, you are still far too lacking. You are merely at the initial Spirit Severance stage, while you, little brat, are only at Spirit Nurturing, yet you dare fight your grandpa?" A streak of green light flew from his right hand as well, tangling around Liu Xingzi's sword-light. Then he clawed fiercely with his left hand and directly seized Ling Guangzi's magic treasure in his grasp.
The two masses of light emitted dazzling rays. Sizzling sounds came from Right Saint's claw, and the smell of scorched flesh continuously wafted out. Ling Guangzi's face changed drastically. With a soft shout, he rose into the air, and a Five Elements Heavenly Lightning bolt split down at Right Saint's head. Right Saint roared with laughter. "That's right. Your magic treasure is completely useless against me." Black smoke flashed around his left hand, and Ling Guangzi's magic treasure was shattered into powder. Linked to the treasure by mind and spirit, Ling Guangzi let out a muffled groan and sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
Liu Xingzi only felt an incomparably heavy pressure come from his flying sword. The sword-light that had once moved as nimbly as he wished now felt somewhat sluggish and beyond his control. He fiercely raised his true qi, but the wound in his chest inflicted by the True Dragon Sword immediately erupted in agonizing pain. He thought bitterly, This time, this old Daoist is probably doomed. So be it. So be it. His right-hand sword seal loosened, and he spat out a mouthful of true qi. "Go." The golden light immediately split into over a thousand strands, forming a net of light in the sky that firmly blocked the serpentine streak of green light.
Liu Xingzi flicked his left hand, sending the golden talisman flying out amid ten thousand bolts of lightning. The talisman, barely an inch across, instantly expanded to more than a dozen zhang in width and smashed down upon Right Saint from the sky. Golden light flashed across it as countless Talisman Charms emerged, and a vast, righteous aura filled all of Qingyun Flat.
Right Saint froze for a moment, then shrieked, "The Demon-Subduing Precious Talisman? How could it be in your hands? Damn thing, I hate this sort of magic treasure most... Hahahaha! It is indeed a fine treasure, but what a pity that you are far too weak." His body flickered abruptly, dodging the Heavenly Lightning unleashed by Ling Guangzi, while his right hand heavily struck Ling Guangzi in the chest. A force as immense as dragons and elephants burst forth, and Ling Guangzi's upper body instantly became minced flesh that scattered through the air.
Liu Xingzi screamed, "Senior Brother!" A flash of spiritual light flew from Ling Guangzi's corpse. A naked little figure stared blankly around itself, then, in confusion, shot up in a streak of light and flashed out of Qingyun Flat like lightning, vanishing toward some unknown destination.
Right Saint raged and cursed, "You damned lot! Such a deeply cultivated Nascent Soul, and none of you snatched it down? Damn it, how much cultivation could it have added if swallowed? A pack of idiots, a pack of useless trash, a pack of wastrels... You are infuriating me to death! Break for me!" He raised both hands to the sky and threw out two desperate punches. With a thunderous clang, the golden light of the Demon-Subduing Precious Talisman, brimming with boundless power, shook chaotically before falling to the ground and returning to its original form.
Liu Xingzi's Primordial Spirit trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. A sharp claw had already pierced out through his back. Spirit Absolute Lord pulled out Liu Xingzi's heart with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it. Liu Xingzi screamed miserably, "Demon... Don't even think of taking this Daoist's Primordial Spirit." He simply shook his true qi and detonated his own Nascent Soul. A golden flash no more than a zhang wide erupted. Spirit Absolute Lord shrieked and hastily retreated, his entire body blackened and smoking. All his muscles had turned to charcoal, while his Nascent Soul was preserved by sheer chance.
Right Saint trembled with rage from head to toe. "A pack of trash! A man whom I, your grandpa, beat half to death, and you still end up like this?"
A foul wind swept over. Little Cat, drool spilling wildly from his mouth, widened his eyes and pounced madly at Right Saint. Right Saint jumped in fury. "You dead tiger, you dare lay hands on your grandpa too? Get lost..." He seized Little Cat's front paw with one hand, then swung him viciously and smashed him against the ground more than ten times before flinging him beyond Qingyun Flat. Little Cat's body drifted down like a feather. Blood gushed wildly from his mouth, yet he did not make a sound as he fell.
Li Feng was in the nearby woods. He saw Ling Guangzi's physical body destroyed, saw Liu Xingzi detonate his Nascent Soul, and saw Little Cat beaten until neither life nor death could be determined before being thrown away. He was so furious that the Three Corpses Gods danced wildly in his chest, and the muscles throughout his body repeatedly tensed. He wanted to rush out and fight to the death. But he did not dare. He did not dare move in the slightest, afraid that the slightest sound would expose him to those black-clad men. The aura they emitted was simply too powerful. Any one of them was more than a hundred times stronger than Li Feng. He knew well that the instant he showed himself, death was certain.
If not for the Heavenly Escape Talisman, if not for the Heavenly Escape Talisman's boundless marvels, those black-clad men searching and looting everywhere would already have found him. Fortunately, no one, including Right Saint, had reached the Void Penetration realm. No one could detect him after he had merged into one with the world's spiritual qi. Otherwise, even if Li Feng had ten lives, he would have lost them long ago.
Trembling all over, Li Feng crouched in the woods, clutching his head in unbearable pain. He thought, Where is Master? Where is Master? Where did she run off to? Could it be that she also... Li Feng bit his lower lip hard. Drops of blood ran down his chin and into his neck. He did not dare imagine what Zhao Yue'er might have suffered. The towering demonic qi around those black-clad men had completely cowed Li Feng. He could not stir even a thread of true qi throughout his body. He did not even have the strength to flee a little farther away.
Li Feng was cowardly, but at this moment, it had nothing to do with courage. The gap in strength was too vast. Facing these black-clad men, Li Feng did not possess even the power to move. He could only rely on the Heavenly Escape Talisman's power to hide in the woods, staring blankly as the black-clad men wantonly destroyed Qingyun Flat, which had been like an immortal paradise.
Four streaks of golden light shot out from the place where Ling Guangzi and the others had been in secluded cultivation. Xie Yuezi shrieked sharply, "You demonic monsters, this old Daoist will fight you to the death!"
Right Saint roared with laughter as he and the three Lords moved to meet them. None of them paid any attention to the severely wounded Spirit Absolute Lord. Spirit Absolute Lord's Primordial Spirit let out a shrill howl and simply lunged at the nearest black-clad man. After directly devouring that subordinate's Primordial Spirit, he took over the magpie's nest with the dove's body. The new Spirit Absolute Lord moved his body and let out a triumphant roar.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Gu Lingzi, Lei Zhenzi, and Gui Xinzi were sent flying, blood bursting from their mouths. Xie Yuezi cried out sharply, and countless golden rays shot from his body, striking Right Saint. Right Saint laughed madly and reached out with one hand, forcibly pulling Xie Yuezi's Primordial Spirit from his body. Xie Yuezi's Primordial Spirit struggled for a moment. Seeing that he could not escape the demon claw, he immediately gave a miserable laugh, golden light of self-destruction bursting from his body.
Right Saint froze briefly, then waved his hand and hurled Xie Yuezi's Primordial Spirit into the sky. The dazzling mass of golden light flickered for a while before gradually fading away. Right Saint roared in extreme dissatisfaction, "Damn it, at this point, have you still not captured a single Nascent Soul that can be swallowed? You bastards!" He pounced at Gu Lingzi and the other two.
Gu Lingzi and the other two gave bitter laughs. They exchanged glances, then detonated their Nascent Souls at the same time. Though Right Saint retreated quickly, his outstretched left hand was still blasted into minced flesh. Right Saint shrieked in pain, then blindly slapped out with his right hand, sending Spirit Heart Lord beside him reeling with stars filling his vision and flying three zhang away in utter disarray.
Several black-clad men rushed out from where Xie Yuezi and the others had been in secluded cultivation, cackling wickedly. "Right Saint, Right Saint, hehehe, we dealt with five. The one with the lowest cultivation actually underwent Liberation by Violence himself, hehehe." Their faces were filled with satisfaction. Judging from their bulging belts, they had clearly looted countless spiritual pills and magic treasures.
Right Saint's triangular eyes abruptly widened. "Excellent! In that case, all twelve disciples of the Yiyuan Sect have been wiped out. Hahahaha! Find the cave abode where those five old fellows are in seclusion. While they cannot move, I will destroy them! Hahahahaha..."
A black-clad man came running wildly. "Right Saint, we found the entrance to the cave abode, but the restrictions are too formidable. The brothers cannot break in!"
Li Feng roared madly in his heart, No, no, no, don't... Hearing that Xiao Longzi and the others had already been killed, he completely collapsed. It was as if his soul had left his body. He slumped in the woods in a daze, without the slightest awareness.
Right Saint nodded and cried smugly, "Wonderful. Go! Once we destroy those five old fellows of the Yiyuan Sect and take the Chiyou Banner, we can return to see Master. Hehe, hehehe."
A massive tremor made all of Qingyun Flat shake. Right Saint used supreme demonic arts to break through the restrictions set by True Man Qingquan, leading all his subordinates into the cave where they were in secluded cultivation.
The Five Elders of Yiyuan sat in the positions of the Five Elements, the Chiyou Banner floating above their heads. When they saw a group of incomparably sinister black-clad men suddenly rush in, all of them were greatly shaken. The Chiyou Banner immediately swayed, and Chen Songzi and True Man Huoyun spat out blood. Right Saint began laughing madly. Too lazy to say anything further, he directly gathered all his strength and struck True Man Qingquan in the center. A vast force of counterattack crashed and surged through the cave. More than forty black-clad men screamed miserably as their bodies turned to ashes one after another...
Two hours later, Right Saint led his remaining subordinates charging out of the cave in a burst of laughter. The Chiyou Banner was wrapped around his body.
After pacing several steps around Qingyun Flat, Right Saint suddenly bellowed, "Damn it! Why have those three bastards who went after the little beauty not returned yet? Hehe, grandpa has already enjoyed the old beauty, and it added at least five hundred years to my cultivation. What about the little beauty? She would make the perfect cauldron for grandpa to refine an Yin spirit. Wonderful."
Li Feng was completely paralyzed on the ground. He had nothing to say, no words to speak. Retribution, retribution... If Grand Martial Uncles had not coveted that Chiyou Banner, how would this have come to pass?... Retribution, retribution... If Martial Uncles had not been so kind, so trusting of others, but had instead learned from me, Li Feng, how could they have been ambushed by Old Daoist Wu Shen and suffered grave injuries, leaving them utterly powerless to resist?... The Heavenly Dao turns in cycles... Heaven, are you telling me that good people do not live long? Then let me, Li Feng, become an evil man completely. What use is there in being a good man anymore?
Thunder boomed in the sky, and rain began to fall.
A black shadow flew in from the northwest in a miserable state, trailing black smoke. "Right Saint, Right Saint, that young woman had an incomparably vicious magic treasure. Two brothers were killed by her... Fortunately, this subordinate reacted swiftly and escaped disaster... Right Saint, that young woman..."
Right Saint frowned, suddenly seizing the black-clad man by the neck with his right hand as he shouted furiously, "Where is that young woman?"
The black-clad man trembled all over. "This subordinate was too anxious and used a Yin Lightning bolt to destroy her right arm, knocking her off a cliff. That Yin Lightning was bestowed by you, Right Saint. That young woman is likely beyond saving... Right Saint, spare my life..." With a scream, Right Saint mercilessly snapped his neck, pulled the Golden Core from his body, and swallowed it in one gulp.
Over there, a group of black-clad men let out cheers. They had finally opened the cave abode dedicated to Yellow Dragon True Man. The Yiyuan Sect's genealogy was brought out, along with Yellow Dragon True Man's portrait.
Right Saint sneered. "So be it, so be it. This harvest is not bad. Let us go. I will leave them an illusion, so that no other righteous sects will come here again. Hehe. Otherwise, the destruction of the Yiyuan Sect would turn the entire Cultivation World upside down... Hehe, we actually suffered more than eighty casualties. If not for the Chiyou Banner, that would be difficult to explain... Hmm, Qingquan, Lingwei, Miaomiao, Huoyun, Qingsong... Hehehe, every member of the Yiyuan Sect is dead. Hahahahaha."
Right Saint unrolled Yellow Dragon True Man's portrait and took a look, his body abruptly shuddering. "Heavens, the Seven Absolute Demon Slaying Sword, the Life Creation Pot, the Immortal Binding Rope... That old bastard left behind so many magic treasures? Damn it, luckily those Yiyuan Sect disciples did not carry them on their persons. Otherwise..."
Right Saint gave several low, sinister chuckles and drifted away with his band of subordinates.
Qingyun Flat had been reduced entirely to ruins. In the last small patch of woods, only Li Feng remained, lying there like a corpse, receiving the pounding of *...
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