Sudden News

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"Refusing to move out?" Cang Wu's face darkened.

"Yes, he also said he had too much luggage, and needed to... needed to..."

"What do you want!"

"Well... please don't be angry if I tell you." The Middle-aged Man with a Moustache rolled his eyes and whispered, "He said he'd only move the luggage if Lord Cang Wu helped him."

Having been looked down upon by Yi Yun before, the Middle-aged Man with a Moustache harbored a grudge. Now that he had this opportunity, how could he not take advantage of the situation? He was just waiting to see the show.

"Ha!" Cang Wu took a deep breath. "Good! Very good! Since he wants me to help him move, then I'll see if he can handle it!"

Cang Wu said angrily. As the sect leader's eldest disciple and one of the elders in the Personal Disciple area, his authority had not been challenged like this for a long time.

Moreover, the one challenging his authority now is Yi Yun, who has already fallen out of favor.

"This Yi Yun is simply courting death! He killed my son Song Bowen and Zhang Wuchen from the Zhang family. They were both Personal Disciple of the Myriad Gods Ridge. I originally planned to find evidence and make him pay with his life, but I didn't expect him to be so arrogant now!"

"After losing Song Bowen, the Song Family will have to curry favor with Feng Yunyang even more," Song Zhanchen said angrily. "Naturally, Song Zhanchen will not be absent from the group that is following Feng Yunyang this time."

"Oh? This person not only disregarded Senior Brother Cang Wu's feelings, but also openly killed other Personal Disciple, and yet he goes unpunished?"

Feng Yunyang spoke up. He had never heard of Yi Yun before, let alone knew what Yi Yun had done. In fact, the killing of Zhang Wuchen and Song Bowen had nothing to do with him. However, Feng Yunyang could not tolerate Yi Yun's arrogance as an ordinary disciple.

Who is Feng Yunyang? Even he only crippled those two Personal Disciple challenged him, and restrained the urge to kill them to establish his authority. Yet Yi Yun dares to kill people. It's simply outrageous.

In Feng Yunyang's view, among the many disciples of Myriad Gods Ridge, there is only one person who can disregard the sect rules, and that person is Feng Yunyang himself.

"Yes, please, Young Sect Master, do us justice!"

Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's inquiry, Song Zhanchen had an idea. Now, whether it was the patriarch or the sect leader, they all valued Feng Yunyang highly. As long as he could get Feng Yunyang's approval, dealing with Yi Yun would be no big deal.

Beside Song Zhanchen, Zhang Tianxing of the Zhang family, added fuel to the fire, saying, "Young Sect Master, Yi Yun knows that Chenyue Tower is meant for you, yet he's clinging to it. He clearly doesn't respect you!"

Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen both hoped to see Feng Yunyang Yi Yun clash. They thought it would be like an egg hitting a rock, and that they could kill Yi Yun without even lifting a finger.

Hearing their words, Feng Yunyang laughed, "You want to use me as a pawn?"

"This... we wouldn't dare! We wouldn't dare!" Song Zhanchen and Zhang Tianxing hurriedly shook their heads.

"I know what you're thinking, but you're right about one thing: Yi Yun knows that Chenyue Tower is meant for me, yet he still dares to stay here. He's really asking for trouble."

As Feng Yunyang spoke, a sinister smile appeared on his lips, the same smile he had shown before when he severely injured those two ignorant Personal Disciple on the Myriad Gods Platform.

"Since Yi Yun won't move out, I'll set up an illusionary killing array so he'll never leave Chenyue Tower again."

Common battle formations are classified into three types according to their effects: trapping formations, killing formations, and defensive formations.

Feng Yunyang's greatest skill is killing formations. He kills people with illusions within the formation. When the enemy in the formation is immersed in the illusion, he will face an endless stream of illusory enemies. And if you die in the formation, you are truly dead.

Yi Yun Feng Yunyang liked this kind of formation that made enemies die in the illusion. However, he was not so sure how to kill Yi Yun. After all, even if Yi Yun had fallen out of favor, he was still the sect leader's disciple. It would be difficult to explain if he killed him directly.

"This Yi Yun has killed two of my Personal Disciple; he is a guilty man. I will spare him for now and let him suffer a mental breakdown in the illusion. It will be quite interesting."

Thinking this, Feng Yunyang reached into his Space Ring and sent twelve Formation Flag flying out!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Twelve Formation Flag were planted on all four sides of Chenyue Tower, like the twelve marks of a clock, dividing and surrounding Chenyue Tower.

Feng Yunyang unleashed a series of hand seals, and the twelve Formation Flag immediately shone brightly, drawing upon the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi. The entire Chenyue Tower was enveloped in this misty Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, becoming somewhat blurred.

"Such pure primordial energy!" exclaimed Personal Disciple.

"This grand formation integrates the Water Law and Light Law twelve Formation Flag are exquisitely crafted. Senior Brother Feng's mastery of array formations is indeed extraordinary."

Others echoed his sentiments, and he wasn't entirely flattering; the formation was indeed ingenious.

Feng Yunyang smiled. These twelve Formation Flag were obtained by the Myriad Gods Ancestor from ancient ruins, refined over many years, and then passed on to him. How could they not be exquisite?

Of course, Feng Yunyang wouldn't say any of this. He explained, "This formation is called the Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path! The primordial Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi will create layers of illusions within the formation. Now that the formation has been activated, Yi Yun is trapped in an endless battle, annihilating the enemies within those illusions until his mind collapses. I've only activated four Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path, but that's enough. You'd better report to the Sect Master, since Yi Yun is, after all, his disciple, and I can't really kill him."

"I see. The Young Sect Master leader is a prodigy, and with the great formation at his disposal, I'm afraid there's no one his age who can rival him in the entire Young Sect Master." Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's words, someone immediately flattered him. As for reporting to the sect leader, no one bothered to do it. Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen were still here; who would dare offend them?

Feng Yunyang shook his head and said, "I wouldn't dare to boast that I'm invincible among my peers in Guixu. Putting Guixu aside, just talking about the Seven Desolations Ancient Continent where I come from, there are people I'm not entirely confident I can defeat. One is Bai Shanhe, the adopted son of the Baiyue Divine Emperor, and the other is Lin Xin Tong, the Personal Disciple the Baiyue Divine Emperor. Even I'm afraid I'm slightly inferior to them in terms of strength!"

Upon hearing Feng Yunyang mention the Baiyue Divine Emperor, everyone present felt a tremor in their hearts.

They were fine with flattery and compliments, but when it came to the specific person— the Baiyue Divine Emperor —they dared not speak lightly.

You must know that the Seven Desolations Ancient Continent is composed of seven ancient continents, each of which is far larger than the Tranquil Sea and teems with experts!

Bai Yueyin, the Baiyue Divine Emperor, carved out a bloody path across the Seven Ancient Continents, unifying the seven super sects of the original Seven Desolations and ending a millennium-long epic war between them. In the end, she established the Baiyue Divine Kingdom, her achievements surpassing all ages. This made the name of the Baiyue Divine Emperor awe-inspiring even in Jinghai!

An elder chuckled dryly and said, "The resources enjoyed by the disciples of the Baiyue Divine Emperor are far beyond what ordinary sects can match. Even my Myriad Gods Ridge is indeed far inferior to the Baiyue Divine Kingdom. For the Young Sect Master to achieve such success in my Myriad Gods Ridge, even comparable to Bai Shanhe and Lin Xin Tong, is something to be proud of!"

"Indeed, the Young Sect Master is a prodigy, and his humility is truly rare."

As people were holding it, they saw the great formation that had been covering Chenyue Tower suddenly tremble!

"Boom!"

The energy surged, the gates of Chenyue Tower opened, and Yi Yun, dressed in purple, strode out. His brows were like swords, his gaze like knives, awe-inspiring!

He hadn't paid much attention to Feng Yunyang at first, but the person Feng Yunyang mentioned made Yi Yun's heart tremble. He was referring to Lin Xin Tong, the Closed-Door Disciple of the Baiyue Empress!

"What did you just say? You said your strength is inferior to anyone else's?"

Yi Yun's voice was loud and clear, passing directly through the Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path and reaching everyone's ears clearly.

For a moment, everyone present was stunned. Hadn't the Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path Formation already been activated? Yi Yun should have been trapped in the illusionary world, unable to extricate himself, until his soul sea collapsed.

However, he not only walked out brazenly, but also overheard their conversation outside. He even pushed open the door and spoke to the people outside the formation!

"Has the grand formation not been activated yet?"

One of the Personal Disciple asked, puzzled.

They looked at Feng Yunyang and saw that his face alternated between pale and flushed, looking extremely unsightly.

How could this be? His proud Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path formation had no effect on Yi Yun. This was a great formation passed down to him by the Myriad Gods Ancestor. Although he could only unleash a small portion of the power of the Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path, it was still far beyond what a Dao Palace Realm martial artist could withstand.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you deaf?!"

Yi Yun shouted sternly; of course he was anxious about news concerning Lin Xin Tong.

Feng Yunyang was a little stunned by the rebuke, but he quickly recovered and said with some embarrassment and anger, "It seems I underestimated you. You must have had some extraordinary encounter. Your Divine Soul is far stronger than that of other martial artists of the same realm, which is why you can withstand my Illusionary Dao Formation. But don't be impatient. My Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path has only opened the first four heavens. I will now open the complete twelve heavens and extract your soul!"

As Feng Yunyang spoke, his hands moved in quick succession, casting a series of hand seals, and the twelve Formation Flag lit up one by one!

Yi Yun's face darkened. "I'll ask you one more time, who did you just say you were weaker than? Tell me, who exactly is Baiyue Empress's disciple!"

Yi Yun's voice already contained murderous intent, but at this moment, Feng Yunyang paid no attention to Yi Yun's question, as he had already concentrated his energy to the extreme.

"The Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path —The Annihilation of All Beings!"

Feng Yunyang leaped into the air, looking down from above, and unleashed the strongest killing move of the Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path: twelve Formation Flag forming a killing intent to annihilate Yi Yun's Divine Soul.

At this moment, Yi Yun could no longer endure it. He reached out and summoned the Illusion Snow Sword into his palm.

As Huan Chenxue had previously stated, the Illusion Snow Sword had undergone a complete transformation, and no one would recognize its origin; Yi Yun could use it at will.

The moment the Illusion Snow Sword was drawn, the surrounding aura completely changed, becoming chillingly cold!

At the same time, the blazing Evil God's Fire Seed adhered to the Illusion Snow Sword. The combination of extreme cold and extreme heat, combined with Yi Yun's understanding of the Yin Yang Law, made the two forces complement each other, resulting in extraordinary power!

"Call out--!!"

The sword tip gleamed with a cold light, slicing through the void and striking the Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path Array.

The sharp Sword Qi was unstoppable, breaking through the formation in an instant. The Sword Light continued its momentum, and the array patterns collapsed one after another!

Yi Yun, sword and all, flew directly out of the Twelve Heavens of Illusion Path Formation. He transformed into a streak of azure light and arrived in front of Feng Yunyang in an instant!

"What!?"

Feng Yunyang, high in the sky, was shocked. He retreated rapidly, and at the same time, he touched the Space Ring on his hand, trying to draw out a curved sword. However, Yi Yun's sword was too fast, exceeding Feng Yunyang's reaction time.

The Sword Light, combined with the Evil God's Fire Seed, mingled with the Great Yin Cold Ice!

The extreme alternation between hot and cold shattered Feng Yunyang's Protective Vital Energy, allowing the Illusion Feng Yunyang Illusion Snow Sword to penetrate directly into his body.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered everywhere. Feng Yunyang felt a chaotic energy surge into the right side of his body. It was so hot that it threatened to burn his internal organs to ashes, and so cold that it threatened to freeze his bone marrow!

Feng Yunyang had no way to resist this force. At this moment, the Illusion Snow Sword thrust and pulled, directly severing one of Feng Yunyang's arms!

Feng Yunyang's arm had just grasped the curved blade in the Space Ring when it was instantly frozen by the cold air, and the inside of the ice was scorched by flames, turning it black!

"Ah!"

Feng Yunyang screamed and fell heavily from the sky.

"Boom!"

Feng Yunyang fell face-first to the ground with a hard thud. His right arm was completely severed from the shoulder, and the wound was frozen solid, but it was also burned, making him look extremely miserable!

In fact, Yi Yun's sword strike just now, containing the Yin cold energy and the Evil God's Fire Seed, had severely damaged Feng Yunyang's meridians. Without a large amount of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for repair and several months of recuperation, he wouldn't be able to recover.

This was only Yi Yun held back; otherwise, he could have killed Feng Yunyang with that sword strike!

Yi Yun spared Feng Yunyang's life for two reasons: first, to question Yi Yun Feng Yunyang, and second, because he was not yet ready to turn against Myriad Gods Ridge. Yi Yun knew that Myriad Gods Ancestor had gone to great lengths to cultivate Feng Yunyang and had personally convened a conference to confirm Feng Yunyang's status as the successor to the sect leader. Therefore, Feng Yunyang was probably extremely important to Myriad Gods Ancestor. Killing him would be tantamount to breaking ties with Myriad Gods Ancestor.

Even with the old snake backing him up, Yi Yun didn't have that kind of confidence.

"What did you just say? Who are the geniuses of the Baiyue Divine Kingdom in the Seven Desolations Ancient Continent?"

The icy Illusion Snow Sword pressed against Feng Yunyang's cheek, its Feng Yunyang aura stinging his skin. His hair stood on end, and his skin was invisibly cut by the cold. A winding stream of blood flowed down the Illusion Snow Sword's blade, but it quickly crystallized into red Ice Crystal and fell away, leaving no trace on the sword.

"You... you..."

Feng Yunyang's voice trembled. He still couldn't comprehend how he could have been defeated so easily. How could this young man before him be so powerful?

Feng Yunyang was confident that he was unmatched among his peers. Although he knew he was no match for others in the Baiyue Divine Kingdom, he was certain he would dominate the Myriad Gods Ridge. How could he have been defeated so easily, and so decisively at that?!