This Was Zhou Clan First Feather
It must be said that Zhou Yunyi's speed is indeed fast.
Even though it was expected, the Heaven's Verdict Sword still couldn't keep up with his movements.
Qin Wangchuan acted decisively and dispelled the Heaven's Verdict Sword.
He raised his hand, and a Tribulation Light shot out.
The light beam traveled at extremely high speed, aiming directly at Zhou Yunyi's face.
Even if this attack misses, it will force him to dodge, and then allow him to predict the landing point.
Zhou Yunyi swayed and instinctively dodged to the left.
And at the point where he dodged, a pitch-black rift was silently opening.
Slaughtering Dao Heavenly Scar.
It's not necessary to completely devour him; annihilating just a small portion of his body will suffice.
This is how it should be.
But the rest of the people are still alive!
Zhao Lingyun manipulated several talismans to explode between Qin Wangchuan and Zhou Yunyi, the aftershocks of the explosions obscuring their vision.
Ye Lingchuan looked up at the sky.
The tentacles are moving, the soil spikes are solidifying.
But it's too slow and too weak.
There was no way to stop that person.
Thinking of this, Ye Lingchuan suddenly turned his head to look at the Immortal Burial Coffin beside him.
He had seen what it truly looked like; it shouldn't be just like this.
Is that all you've got?
He kicked the coffin, causing it to tremble and emit a dull hum.
"You weren't satisfied with getting crushed last time, were you?"
Ye Lingchuan gritted his teeth, his voice forced out from his throat, filled with barely suppressed anger.
"If you want revenge, don't play dead now!"
"Get moving!"
The coffin lid suddenly sprang open.
Countless tentacles poured out like a torrent.
Half of it pierced the ground, the earthen spikes rising from the earth; the other half shot straight into the air, heading towards Qin Wangchuan to strangle him.
This attack was extremely effective.
This forced Qin Wangchuan to turn around and swing his sword, thus preventing him from continuing to attack Zhou Yunyi.
Zhou Yunyi's figure swayed in the air for a moment.
Then, the speed increased again.
The speed is getting faster and faster.
It's getting faster and faster.
So fast that even the afterimage was not visible.
It was so fast that even the air seemed to be screaming.
It quickly reached its limit.
But he knew clearly--
That's not enough.
Not fast enough.
At this moment, Zhou Yunyi didn't actually see Qin Wangchuan.
He just kept staring ahead, his mind replaying things from long ago.
At that time, I was still young and naive, staring blankly at Zhou Su, the Prodigy of the clan, and asked:
"We're all of the Zhou Clan bloodline, so why were you able to do it so quickly?"
"Is it fast?"
"Yes! Ten times, a hundred times faster than others!"
Zhou Su stroked Zhou Yunyi's head, his eyes smiling.
"I don't think I'm fast, because there are people ahead of me who are even faster."
"If I had to say why... it's probably because of that."
"That?"
"Right."
"Our Zhou Clan's Divine Object is feathers, but it's not just feathers."
"Or to put it another way: relying on feathers alone is useless; you need the wind."
"Borrowing the wind, making use of the wind."
"The wind will be my loyal companion and my perfect ally. But sometimes, it can also be my enemy."
Zhou Yunyi tilted his head. "Why would they be enemies?"
"Friends are those who are on your side, enemies are those who are against you. But be careful, even though an enemy is an enemy, it's not without its benefits."
"As you move forward, let the wind push you from behind."
"When turning, let the wind pull you to the left and right."
"When you need to stop, you can even let the wind block your way."
"Feel the wind, control the wind, utilize the wind."
"This is the Wind-Riding Method."
The faster the speed, the greater the wind resistance.
The Spiritual Qi in the air pattered against me, scraping my skin like a knife, causing excruciating pain.
But it was under these circumstances.
Zhou Yunyi felt the same way Zhou Su described.
The protective Spiritual Power dissipated, and the wind was fully absorbed.
He went with the wind.
He used the wind.
He became the wind.
Its wings suddenly unfurled, the edges of the feathers gleaming with a silvery-white light—its speed surged!
But that's not enough.
That's far from enough.
Zhou Su's words still echoed in my ears:
"Controlling the wind is not enough, because humans cannot soar in the wind."
Imagine yourself as a feather, riding the wind.
"Thus, one becomes Feathered Human Transformation."
Imagine it as feathers.
Imagine it as feathers.
Yu has no hands or feet, no head, only wings.
A thought fell.
Zhou Yunyi's figure began to change.
Suddenly, the white wings on his back expanded, their layers folding together to envelop him completely.
Hands and feet are missing.
The head is gone.
Only one pair of wings remained.
From a distance, he looked like a pure white feather, floating lightly in the air.
The next instant, Bai Yu moved.
It drew a graceful arc in the air, like willow catkins in the wind or duckweed on the water.
Qin Wangchuan anticipated its path and slashed at it with his sword.
However.
Just as the Sword Light was about to strike, the white feather slid away almost horizontally!
That's right.
Translation!
The speed did not decrease at all.
That's an action that no human could possibly perform.
Bai Yu swept past Qin Wangchuan and began to spin rapidly around the arena.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
It is gathering its strength, like an arrow about to be released from a bow.
Qin Wangchuan took a deep breath.
Although we don't know what Zhou Yunyi is planning, we absolutely cannot let him continue.
He landed, one foot stepping onto the ring.
The tentacles hidden beneath their feet instantly exploded.
Immediately afterwards, he kicked Chu Wujiu into a pile of rubble.
He sidestepped Ji Wuchen's falling Taixu Halberd, struck him in the throat with an elbow, and swept his dragon tail horizontally.
Ji Wuchen was sent flying backwards.
The three biggest threats have been resolved.
Zhao Lingyun's Heavenly Talisman Codex has also been exhausted.
Qin Wangchuan looked up, his gaze fixed on Zhou Yunyi in the air.
Raise your hand.
Heavenly Ruins Tribulation Finger, ten consecutive strikes.
The Slaughtering Dao Heavenly Scar bloomed in mid-air.
The Heavenly Sword descended from the sky.
Heavenly Suspended Silk, sealing off all escape routes.
Nine-Turn Profound Heavy Ring, directly blocking the way ahead.
All measures were taken to eliminate this annoying fly.
Without a doubt, Zhou Yunyi, with his weakest body, forced Qin Wangchuan to unleash his strongest combo.
Under normal circumstances...
Even if he Feathered Human Transformation, he would have absolutely no chance of escaping this impenetrable attack.
But today is different.
Or rather, this moment is different.
Zhou Yunyi possessed Law Treasure given to Yun Zexuan.
"Zhou Yunyi, listen carefully."
"You are our biggest trump card; whether we win or not depends entirely on you."
"This thing, when infused with Spiritual Power, allows one to see the future."
"It should only be used as a last resort."
"You only have five seconds, and you only have one chance."
A massive Heavenly Sword crashed down from above, its shadow engulfing half the arena.
The Nine-Turn Profound Heavy Ring unfolded in front of him, layer upon layer of golden rings blocking most of his path.
Ten Tribulation Light intertwined to form an impenetrable net.
The Slaughtering Dao Heavenly Scar silently opened in mid-air, the pitch-black cracks resembling gaping maws waiting for prey to fall into their grasp.
The only few flaws were where the Heavenly Suspended Silk hung silently, as thin as Spider Silk, yet sharper than a blade.
Zhou Yunyi took a deep breath.
Five seconds.
The Law Treasure scorched in his palm, and Spiritual Power surged into it wildly.
He started counting down in his mind.
5.
The world suddenly became clear.
Zhou Yunyi saw it.
The trajectory of the falling Heavenly Sword deviated by half an inch, and the third Tribulation Finger on the right paused in mid-air for a moment. The gap in the Heavenly Scar's eruption was just enough for a person to pass by sideways.
4.
The white feather veered in mid-air, its speed undiminished, its form resembling a leaf swept up by the wind.
The light brushed against the tip of a feather and fell, cutting off a few feathers.
That's all.
3.
Passing through the gap in the Heavenly Scar.
The rift closed behind Zhou Yunyi, swallowing the spot where he had just been.
The Tribulation Finger grazed past his sides, almost sliding smoothly along his fingertips.
2.
The almost invisible Heavenly Suspended Silk lay across his path, waiting for him to crash into it.
In a future scenario, Zhou Yunyi saw himself crash into it and instantly sliced in two.
But not this time.
He did not slow down.
It felt as if an invisible hand had pushed my entire body from the side, forcing me to slide back half a foot.
The Heavenly Suspended Silk grazed the wings, shearing off some of the clothing, but without injuring the skin.
1.
All the attacks came from behind.
Only Qin Wangchuan remained ahead.
--As for those in the stands, not many people saw what happened.
They only saw a single white feather moving through the impenetrable array of deadly attacks.
The Heavenly Sword fell, then veered away.
The road was blocked by Tribulation Light, and it glided past.
The Heavenly Scar erupted, and it pierced through.
The Heavenly Suspended Silk lies horizontally in front of it, and it moves horizontally.
It's not fast.
It's eerie.
Like a real feather, carried by the wind, it travels through the downpour without getting wet.
"That is, the Zhou Clan's First Feather..."
Someone murmured.
No one answered.
Everyone held their breath, watching the white figure emerge unharmed from the center of the destruction.
On stage.
The Law Treasure's light dimmed; five seconds had passed.
But that's enough.
Zhou Yunyi and Qin Wangchuan's eyes met in mid-air.
The two were no more than ten zhang apart.
At this speed, it's practically within arm's reach.
Qin Wangchuan took a step forward, the Dragon Might and the Immortal Might pressed down like two great mountains simultaneously.
The air exploded, and the ring cracked.
The wind around Zhou Yunyi was crushed, and he fell straight down like a kite with a broken string.
It hasn't fallen to the ground yet.
Qin Wangchuan's left hand had already reached out, his five fingers gripping his neck like iron clamps.
Pinch it, stop it.
Zhou Yunyi's body was suspended in mid-air, his limbs hanging limply, like a bird being strangled.
If it weren't for the protective talisman, it would have been gone in an instant.
Qin Wangchuan looked at him.
Although they didn't know what Zhou Yunyi and Yun Zexuan were planning, or what he intended to do with this speed.
But there's no need to ask now.
You'll know when it's over.
The dragon claws tightened, deforming Zhou Yunyi's neck.
He coughed up blood, but his eyes were filled with joy.
That lip movement--
Yes
I
They
Win
Already
Did you win?
Almost everyone was lying down; how could they possibly win?
Qin Wangchuan thought to himself.
In the very next instant.
He saw it.
From Zhou Yunyi's pupils, he clearly saw the ferocious figure standing behind him—
It was Chu Wujiu.