Who Can Stop Him!!

An outrageous scene unfolded.

Ye Yiqing relied on her superior cultivation, technique, and weapon to shatter the silver swords one by one.

However, as soon as the silver swords hit the ground, they returned to Liu Chengfeng's body, only to be fired again and again in a frenzy toward Ye Yiqing.

The Nine Water Silver Sword surged like an endless river, bombarding Ye Yiqing and forcing her to retreat step by step.

As a powerhouse of the Reception Realm, her natural elemental power should have absolutely crushed anyone in the Treasure Mountain Divine Treasury realm.

Ye Yiqing's Fierce Bird Technique could unleash flames spanning a hundred meters, a force no Treasure Mountain cultivator could withstand.

But Liu Chengfeng's Flying Rosy Cloud Gold Sword Technique could kill enemies from hundreds or even a thousand meters away.

Now, it was Ye Yiqing who couldn't get close to her enemy, not Liu Chengfeng.

Forced into a continuous retreat, Ye Yiqing was both shocked and furious.

Sun Shooting Stance, one of the four forms of the Flying Rosy Cloud Gold Sword Technique.

The onlookers were also dumbfounded; they had never seen a Treasure Mountain cultivator defeat a Reception Realm powerhouse.

"This is even possible?"

Su Youqian watched with his jaw dropped. The Flying Sword Technique and the Nine Water Sword Pellet both belonged to his Su Family, yet he had never heard of them possessing such power.

"You dare—"

Seeing Ye Yiqing in distress, Cheng Nan, eager to protect the beauty, let out a roar and swung the Purple Gold Cauldron with both hands, smashing it wildly toward Liu Chengfeng.

Cheng Nan was even more powerful than Ye Yiqing, a second-stage Reception Realm expert.

Although the Purple Gold Cauldron in his hand was only a low-grade Reception weapon, a single strike carried hundreds of thousands of pounds of force, heavy as a mountain, shattering the air and cracking the earth.

Furthermore, the cauldron was imbued with essence fire, which roared along with the strike, scorching the forest and burning the ground.

Liu Chengfeng let out a long whistle and opened his mouth to exhale; nine swords emerged, cold and sharp, their sword light violent as a waterfall, blocking the front.

Sword Guarding Stance, one of the four forms.

Cheng Nan, at the second stage of the Reception Realm, was far too strong; even with the Nine Water Sword Pellet and the Innate Sword Technique pushed to their limits, Liu Chengfeng could not hold him off.

With a "bang," the Nine Water Sword Pellet and the waterfall-like sword qi were smashed apart.

Liu Chengfeng was sent flying, and the essence fire splashed onto his body, threatening to burn through him.

The Golden Dragon Heart Method circulated ceaselessly, a dragon's roar echoed, and the vision of dragon scales manifested to protect his body, blocking the essence fire, though he was still scorched with pain.

The Innate Heart Method could block not only physical damage but also natural elemental forces.

Had it been any other Treasure Mountain Divine Treasury cultivator, they would have been unable to withstand it at all.

Liu Chengfeng flipped in mid-air and landed on a rock in the Li Fire River.

Magma flowed beneath his feet, and waves of heat surged toward him.

"I will slay you today—"

Cheng Nan chased after him; he would not be satisfied until Liu Chengfeng was dead.

"Get lost—"

The Celestial Body in Liu Chengfeng's mind shone brightly, and he swept the Thunder Sound Staff, churning up the magma from the Li Fire River.

Borrowing the power of the Ancient Tree, Liu Chengfeng used the magma lifted by the Thunder Sound Staff to blast toward Cheng Nan and Ye Yiqing like a torrential downpour.

Cheng Nan and Ye Yiqing were startled and immediately withdrew their attacks to defend themselves.

"I will kill you, and no one can stop me—"

Liu Chengfeng's resolve to kill Pan Nuolin was as firm as iron.

Pan Nuolin was terrified and retreated in a hurry.

"How insolent—"

Seeing Liu Chengfeng disregard him completely, Ye Yitian was enraged.

With a loud shout, Ye Yitian circulated his heart method, his power erupted, and flames surged hundreds of meters high behind him.

He formed seals with his hands, and a roar echoed as a hundred-meter-tall Fire Ox manifestation charged forward, its immense impact force capable of overturning a mountain peak.

The flames brought forth by the Fire Ox scorched the earth black.

Liu Chengfeng felt a chill in his heart and roared, throwing the Thunder Sound Staff out; it flew a hundred meters through the air, delivering five Earth Splitting strikes toward the Fire Ox's head.

Under his long whistle, his sword body flared with brilliance, and the Nine Water Silver Sword erupted, the nine swords forming a dense forest as the Sword Guarding Stance blocked the front.

The gap in strength was too vast; Ye Yitian was a third-stage Reception Realm expert who had already ignited his Life Furnace, his power absolutely crushing Liu Chengfeng.

The Thunder Sound Staff failed to kill the Fire Ox and was instead snapped in two with a "bang," while the Fire Ox slammed into the forest of sword light, shattering the defensive nine swords.

Liu Chengfeng retreated at high speed, yet he was still sent flying, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

As he was about to fall into the Li Fire River, Liu Chengfeng let out a long whistle, the Celestial Body rotated, the sound of water echoed, and all the magma in the river erupted upward.

"Break for me—"

Liu Chengfeng controlled the magma like a fire dragon, roaring as he charged at the Fire Ox, striking it with such force that the beast was pushed back step by step.

Liu Chengfeng utilized the Celestial Body to borrow the power of the Ancient Tree, taking command of the Li Fire River.

"Freeze—"

The situation was so absurd that Ye Yitian was shocked.

The Four Beasts Seal erupted, unleashing surging flames as the Fierce Bird, Flame Pig, and Crimson Snake charged at the hundred-meter fire dragon; it was four beasts against one dragon.

Though it was the same Four Fierce Beasts Technique, when executed by Ye Yitian, it was far more powerful than anything Ye Yiqing could muster, as she could only specialize in the Fierce Bird.

Ignoring Ye Yitian, Liu Chengfeng unleashed the Purple Mist Flying Waterfall Technique and charged toward Pan Nuolin.

With a long roar, his divine blood, sword body, and internal cultivation method erupted simultaneously, merging man and sword into one as a three-hundred-meter sword glow surged upward.

Sword Breaking Style! The nine swords merged into one, and the Nine Water Silver Sword shot toward Pan Nuolin like a bolt of lightning.

Pan Nuolin was terrified; as he fled, he swung his sword to protect his body, creating layers of sword shadows and a lightning-laced sword screen, while Origin Mud emerged to shield his torso.

Pan Nuolin was forced into a hurried defense; his blood energy was weak, his strength insufficient, and his defenses were severely compromised, leaving him riddled with openings that could not withstand the Sword Breaking Style.

With a "bang," the Sword Breaking Style pierced through the sword screen and shot through the protective Origin Mud.

With a miserable shriek, the Nine Water Silver Sword pierced his shoulder, pinning Pan Nuolin to the ground.

"Die—"

Liu Chengfeng caught up in a single stride, raised the broken Thunder Sound Staff with both hands, and smashed it down heavily.

"Save me—"

Pan Nuolin screamed in horror. Liu Chengfeng was too fast; the broken staff had already struck Pan Nuolin before anyone else could intervene.

After a few strikes, even with Pan Nuolin channeling his Origin Mud for protection, he was beaten back to his original state, his bones shattered and flesh mangled, his body drenched in blood.

"You dare—"

With an angry roar, Lei Jun arrived, the sound of thunder echoing incessantly.

Liu Chengfeng's expression darkened. The World Tree within his Blood Sea lit up, stretching its branches and leaves as he prepared to clash with Lei Jun.

He intended to swallow the two Spirit Pools of the Qiuchi Kingdom; he wanted to see just how much power the Ancient Tree could borrow under the amplification of the Celestial Body.

The Celestial Body could borrow power, but if supported by the World Tree, the strength he could channel would be immeasurable.

"Scram—"

Before Liu Chengfeng could even go all out, a deep shout rang out. An Iron Stele, heavy as a mountain, slammed over, parting the clouds and shattering the river with an unstoppable momentum.

Lei Jun struck with his blade, but with a "bang," he was knocked back.

Han Qi descended from the sky, standing like a mountain in their path; Lei Jun could not cross, and neither could Ye Yitian and the others.

"Die—"

With a final, shrill cry, Pan Nuolin's head was smashed to pieces by Liu Chengfeng.

The broken staff remained pinned in Pan Nuolin's chest, his blood staining the stone floor red.

"Even if you are from the Dragon Ascending Holy Sect, I will kill you all the same!"

Liu Chengfeng's momentum was like a rainbow, his killing intent soaring.

Lei Jun was so furious he spat blood, but he could only watch helplessly as Pan Nuolin was killed.

"Go and collect the Li Fire."

Han Qi remained expressionless, standing his ground like a lone guard against ten thousand foes.

Liu Chengfeng turned and left, taking the Ancient Urn from Cheng Nan and charging toward the Li Fire River.

"You—"

Cheng Nan was driven to the brink of madness; this Ancient Urn was a treasure of their Cheng Clan, and in the blink of an eye, it had been snatched away by Liu Chengfeng.

"Rise—"

Standing by the riverbank, Liu Chengfeng borrowed the power of the Ancient Tree to absorb the Li Fire.

Wisps of fine, subtle flames emerged from the magma in the Li Fire River, so faint that the naked eye could not distinguish them from the magma itself.

The extracted Li Fire was collected into the Ancient Urn.

Ye Yitian and the others could only watch as Liu Chengfeng collected the Li Fire; they could not understand why it was so easy for him to gather it.

They had sifted through vast amounts of magma and had not found even a single wisp of Li Fire.

Ye Yitian and the others wanted to rush over and seize the Li Fire, but with Han Qi blocking the way, no one could cross.

While Liu Chengfeng was collecting the Li Fire, inside the Grandmaster Mansion, within an elegant and beautiful courtyard, there were pavilions, waterside structures, and winding corridors.

In a pavilion, Ye Ziyang was playing chess with Wu Yuanqing, an envoy from the Royal Court.

"Grand Marshal, this subordinate can seize the Li Fire."

A middle-aged man requested orders from Ye Ziyang.

This middle-aged man wore simple cloth clothes and straw sandals; he had a square face, eagle-like eyes, and a black cloth wrapped around his head. He radiated a domineering aura, possessing the presence of someone who could not be stopped by anyone.

The strongest of the Three Retinues of the Grandmaster Mansion, Li Longbiao, was a favored general of Ye Ziyang.

"If you cannot tolerate small slights, you will spoil the great plan. Let him be."

"Separation Fire is hard to come by..."

Li Longbiao was unwilling to give up; the Separation Fire was right before his eyes.

"With the Ancestral Hall, are you still afraid of lacking Separation Fire?"

Ye Ziyang placed a piece on the board, looking at Wu Yuanqing.

"Brother Wu, you have lost your troops."

"If no one dies, where would the hatred come from? How could the Dragon Ascending Holy Sect exert their full effort?"

Wu Yuanqing also placed a piece.

"Is the Dragon Ascending Holy Slash willing to come?"

Ye Ziyang stared at the chessboard.

"I do not know, but he is about to reach the demigod realm."

These words caused Ye Ziyang's expression to stiffen, and Wu Yuanqing placed another piece.

"Grand Marshal, your heart is in chaos. This game, I have won."

Ye Ziyang laughed, not caring about the win or loss.

Having collected a full jar of Separation Fire, Liu Chengfeng turned and left.

"Hurry, hurry!"

Su Youqian had already prepared the Divine Treasure Horse Carriage, beckoning for Liu Chengfeng and Han Qi to board.

Han Qi refused to sit in his carriage and flew away instead.

Su Youqian dared not linger; he whipped the horses, and the divine steeds flew like the wind, rushing toward the imperial palace.

Ye Yitian and the others could only watch helplessly as Liu Chengfeng took the Separation Fire and left.

"It's done! I didn't expect it to actually work. Brother, you are too fierce, truly miraculous."

As they raced toward the imperial palace, Su Youqian was excited. Seeing that Liu Chengfeng was injured, he hurriedly bandaged him.

Liu Chengfeng quickly thanked the Ancient Tree.

"No need for thanks. After you open the Ancestral Hall, come and see me."

The Ancient Tree was shy, filled with anticipation.

"Pah, what is there to see? He is just a junior."

The Stone Lion was disdainful and arrogant.

"He will definitely become a god."

The Ancient Tree had confidence in Liu Chengfeng, and the Stone Lion fell silent.

Liu Chengfeng promised that he would definitely go to see the Ancient Tree.

Returning to the imperial palace, the Empress of Qiuchi remained seated high behind her jade desk, her face as cold as frost.

She received the Separation Fire, her expression remaining icy, her imperial bearing unchanged.

"What do you need the Separation Fire for?"

Liu Chengfeng was curious. Now they were even; they owed each other nothing and asked for nothing.

"That is not for you to worry about."

The Empress of Qiuchi did not answer, and Liu Chengfeng did not press the matter. He could not handle it if such a powerful woman were to lose her temper.

"What cultivation technique do you want?"

The Empress of Qiuchi looked at Liu Chengfeng, her imperial pressure weighing down on him.

"The Sage Scroll heart method from the Treasure Mountain Divine Treasury, any grade will do."

Liu Chengfeng had his own calculations. His Flying Rosy Cloud Gold Sword Technique was already at the Sage Scroll innate level, but his heart method was still at the Human Scroll innate level; this was his weakness.

If he cultivated a Sage Scroll heart method to complement his Flying Rosy Cloud Gold Sword Technique, with his innate power, he could have killed not only Pan Nuolin today but also Cheng Nan.

The Empress of Qiuchi looked at Liu Chengfeng and fell silent for a moment.

"I will give you the Green Phoenix Heart Method, a high-grade Sage Scroll technique. Can you cultivate it?"

Within the same divine treasury, high-level heart methods could be compatible with low-level ones, but it was not absolute.

The Green Phoenix Heart Method was already the best heart method in the imperial family for the Treasure Mountain Divine Treasury realm.

Back in the day, the Empress of Qiuchi had cultivated this very technique.

"If I cannot cultivate it, I will trade it for another one with you."

Liu Chengfeng had not expected the Empress of Qiuchi to be so generous, offering a high-grade Sage Scroll technique right away, though he did not care about the grade.

However, Liu Chengfeng always felt something was wrong. Imperial heart methods were being handed out so easily—what was the Empress of Qiuchi planning?

"Do you think these are cabbages?"

"What if I turn a high-grade Sage Scroll technique into a supreme-grade one? That would be worth a trade, right?"

"You can fuse and create a supreme-grade technique?"

The eyes of the Empress of Qiuchi shone with a strange light, and her imperial pressure surged like a tide, instantly descending upon him.