Give and Take

Facing the sudden attack, the burly man, an elder of the Yanhe Lingtong Race and a Domain Lord, was the first to react.

Being able to interrupt a spaceship already accelerating toward the speed of light was likely the work of a laser cannon capable of light-speed strikes; other kinetic weapons might not have even hit the ship.

Because the ship itself carried immense kinetic energy, the impact caused vibrations and tumbling at unimaginable speeds, leaving the seven Stellar Level individuals, including Jiang Yao, dizzy and pinned firmly against the alloy walls of the D9-class ship by the massive centrifugal force.

The burly man instantly radiated his powerful spiritual force, enveloping the entire ship and halting its high-speed tumbling.

After scrambling up from the floor, Jiang Yao immediately expanded his domain, ready at any moment to fight for his life!

Within the Taihuan Token, the Messenger—who had grown closer to Jiang Yao after their candid exchange and had been given the name Bajie—wore a grave expression: "Be careful, I can sense that the attacker's power level is no weaker than your elder."

Prose and Kuman also kept their bodies tense, as if they were springs ready to snap at any moment.

The other four lacked domains, and their condition was significantly worse.

The three looked at each other, truly not expecting that the ambush the elder and Elder Luo had been worried about would actually happen. How did the other party dare? Or was this not the work of the Longshan Company, and they had simply been unlucky enough to encounter space pirates?

Fortunately, the Holy Land had sent the elder to escort them.

Before the three could catch their breath, the elder's expression shifted abruptly: "Watch out!"

Immediately, an extremely piercing screeching sound erupted from around the ship, and a thin silver thread drifted down from above.

From above...

Jiang Yao swept his spiritual force out and saw that a thin line had already split the top of the ship, through which starlight could be seen.

"Star Sand Zircon Silk?"

The Messenger, who frequented the Virtual Universe and was well-informed, recognized it.

Star Sand Zircon Silk was a liquid alloy capable of rapidly corroding the vast majority of D-grade metals and alloys. It required special storage, and once exposed to the vacuum of space, it would rapidly expand and solidify into threads. If the quantity was large enough, it could even be woven into a net instantly under the influence of spiritual force, hence it was also called Star Sand Zircon Net.

However, it was exorbitantly expensive; a single drop of Star Sand Zircon Silk was enough to buy a hundred Universe Level slaves.

It seemed the attacker was definitely prepared.

The elder naturally realized this as well. With a stern expression, he expanded his domain to wrap around the seven Stellar Level youngsters, including Jiang Yao, and prepared to charge out.

Just then, another powerful attack struck, and the ship, already sliced by the Star Sand Zircon Silk, split directly into two, tumbling wildly.

The elder used his domain to envelop Prose, Jiang Yao, and the others, who used the momentum to charge out, their black battle armors instantly covering their bodies.

A silver attack, too fast to react to, followed immediately.

Like a ray of moonlight, it slashed toward them at a speed that left Jiang Yao and the others unable to respond!

The tall elder's expression changed, and a brilliant radiance erupted in his eyes. A strange beast with two massive horns seemed to leap out from his pupils, and an inexplicably suffocating pressure followed.

The earth-yellow domain surrounding him also condensed and gathered in an instant, forming a shield bearing the pattern of that horned beast.

A boom rang out!

The tall elder was sent flying backward by the slash.

"Hahaha, Meng Yi! Your turtle shell is indeed hard enough!"

The mysterious black-clad Domain Lord moved like lightning, pursuing him without a moment's pause.

The silver blade light followed like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, the two were thousands of kilometers away!

This left Prose and the others, standing in the vacuum, feeling terrified and bewildered.

The mysterious Domain Lord's strikes and movement techniques were both fast to the extreme, but the elder, Meng Yi, met all changes with constancy. Through the bloodline supernatural ability unleashed via his pupils, combined with his domain and the Law of Earth, he remained as steady as Mount Tai.

Cold light flashed in Meng Yi's eyes: "Yinhu Island!"

As a veteran of the Lingtong Race who had dealt with Yinhu Island for countless years, Meng Yi quickly confirmed during the exchange that the movement and blade techniques used by the black-clad Domain Lord were undoubtedly two supreme arts of Yinhu Island based on the Law of Wind.

Fengpo Liuguang and Xingyin Blade!

The blade in his hand was also undoubtedly the unique Grade 5 force weapon of Yinhu Island, the Thousand Prism Blade!

What shocked him even more was that this mysterious Domain Lord, who was surely a core disciple of Yinhu Island, had cultivated these two supreme arts to an extremely high level—truly the limit of the Domain Lord level. This required a profound understanding of the Law of Wind.

Both Fengpo Liuguang and Xingyin Blade were created by a legendary World Lord of Yinhu Island, who later became the fourth Immortal God of Yinhu Island, bringing the power of the Yinhu Island Holy Land to its peak.

However, the reason these two arts held such great fame among the Lingtong Race was not because their creator became an Immortal God, but because those who mastered them were the most troublesome opponents for spiritual masters.

Generally, because controllers could maintain distance from martial artists and directly manipulate spiritual weapons to ravage them, martial artists could only struggle to accelerate instantly time and again to find a way to get close.

Therefore, controllers often held the advantage when facing martial artists of the same level, rank, and degree of domain and law comprehension.

But once a martial artist who comprehended the Law of Wind mastered these two arts, their speed, the unpredictability of their movement, and the sharpness of their attacks could even suppress a controller. They would prevent the controller from creating distance, forcing them into a continuous barrage of attacks until they were unable to cope, revealed a flaw, and were killed by a single blade.

Thus, the Lingtong Race, famous for their spiritual masters, was indeed deeply impressed by these two great arts.

It was just that there were not many Domain Lords within Yinhu Island who comprehended the Law of Wind, and since these were not ordinary secret techniques but supreme arts, they were difficult to enter and even harder to master. Usually, they were better suited for World Lords; for a Domain Lord to enter, let alone reach this level, was likely a rarity.

The mysterious Domain Lord from Yinhu Island moved like the wind—swift, formless, and traceless. The Grade 5 force weapon, the Thousand Prism Blade, struck slash after slash; they were incredibly sharp, ethereal, and unpredictable, often hacking at Meng Yi from tricky angles.

Facing the relentless attacks, Meng Yi had no time to attend to anything else; he could not create distance, nor could he find a moment to breathe.

"You are worthy of being a once-renowned genius of the Lingtong Race! And worthy of being the strongest defensive ability among the eight great supreme supernatural powers. It is just a pity that you have not cultivated for long. If you had another few tens of thousands of years, I fear even a World Lord would have to expend great effort to crack your turtle shell.

What a pity, what a lamentable thing, that a rising star with such a promising future will fall here today!"

Although Meng Yi's bloodline supernatural ability was strong in defense, facing such bizarre, unpredictable, and relentless attacks, he was bound to make a mistake if it went on for too long. The mysterious Domain Lord was clearly trying to force Meng Yi to reveal a flaw through an offensive that offered no respite.

From the moment the mysterious Domain Lord's first strike landed until now, although the two had fought across ten thousand kilometers and exchanged thousands of blows, in reality, less than ten seconds had passed.

Although Meng Yi, the old patriarch of the Yanhe branch, appeared to be barely holding his own and struggling to parry, he showed no signs of panic; after recovering from his initial lack of preparation, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a streak of black light shot out silently, as if emerging from the deep, silent reaches of the universe, from the shadows where even the light of distant, minuscule stars could not reach.

The Domain Lord of Yinhu Island, who had worn a cold expression of certain victory, saw his face change drastically, and he dodged the incoming black light at the very last second with a contortion that defied the laws of physical momentum.

"Wushen Thorn?!"

As if this streak of black light were some terrifying, monstrous beast, the mysterious Domain Lord dared not let it touch him at all; his figure moved like a feather devoid of weight, swift as light without resistance, constantly dodging the assaults of the black light.

Relying on the fact that his opponent dared not let the black light get close, Meng Yi finally managed to create some distance, freeing himself from the opponent's relentless barrage and seizing the initiative.

The momentum of offense and defense reversed in an instant.