Defying the Ninth Restriction

Lin Jiufeng, like an ascending immortal, shattered the Spatial Confinement and immediately moved away from the vicinity of the Feather Transformation Sect.

He had no wish for his battle with a Ninth Restriction expert to destroy the Feather Transformation Sect.

After all, it was a place where he had lived for more than a hundred years. He still felt deeply attached to it.

Wen Yuan followed closely behind. He knew what Lin Jiufeng intended, but he did not care. So long as he killed Lin Jiufeng, destroying the Feather Transformation Sect would be as easy as turning his hand over.

One before and one behind, they crossed a thousand miles before Lin Jiufeng finally stopped and looked at Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan sneered. "Not running anymore?"

Lin Jiufeng said calmly, "Now I can kill you."

"Who gave you the confidence to challenge the Ninth Restriction while you're only at the Eighth Restriction?" Wen Yuan looked at Lin Jiufeng mockingly. "Surely you don't think that because the Feather Ascension Scripture lets you people of the Seventh Restriction contend against the Eighth Restriction, the Ninth Restriction will be the same?"

"You talk too much. Won't we know after we fight?" Lin Jiufeng said coldly.

Wen Yuan's expression darkened. "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

The next second, purple light rippled over Wen Yuan's entire body. Every strand of his hair shone, and violet qi soared into the heavens, making him seem like an unrivaled king.

He threw a punch directly, its momentum extraordinary—dominating the heavens and crushing the earth, charging forward without pause.

Under his command, the aura of the Ninth Restriction was displayed in full. His robes fluttered, murderous intent radiated from his entire body, and his fist connected with the Great Dao, carrying the momentum of a vast sea.

Boom!!!

This strike shook heaven and earth as it arrived directly before Lin Jiufeng. The immense pressure was like a gigantic millstone, seeking to grind him to dust.

This was the pure power of the Ninth Restriction. It only felt even more terrifying than an Eighth Restriction expert wielding their comprehension of the Great Dao because every movement of the Ninth Restriction connected with the Great Dao.

Wen Yuan watched Lin Jiufeng with a cold smile. An Eighth Restriction wanted to strike down the Ninth Restriction?

What a fool's dream.

With this punch, Lin Jiufeng would be unable to withstand it.

He was utterly confident. He stared fixedly at Lin Jiufeng, hoping to see terror in his eyes.

But he did not see it.

Instead, he saw Lin Jiufeng's abyss-like eyes—calm, profound, like a bottomless pit.

The next second, Lin Jiufeng moved.

A punch powered by the Ninth Restriction's own strength could connect with the Great Dao of heaven and earth and create such a mountain-toppling, sea-overturning momentum.

But in the end, it was still one's own strength.

And that was precisely the kind of strength Lin Jiufeng feared least.

Because his own power had long since surpassed the Eighth Restriction.

Even before his flesh had completed Flesh Energy Transformation, he had possessed the majestic might of five thousand dragons and five thousand elephants.

Afterward, once his flesh underwent Flesh Energy Transformation, that power doubled outright, breaking through the shackles of the mortal world.

He possessed the power of ten thousand dragons and ten thousand elephants.

The Eighth Restriction simply could not bear such power.

Lin Jiufeng had long wanted to find a Ninth Restriction expert to test his strength against.

So at this moment, he hid nothing and unleashed his full power.

Roar!!!

As energy surged and his strength climbed, a True Dragon soaring through the Nine Heavens and a Divine Elephant trampling the earth appeared in the vast void behind Lin Jiufeng.

They were incomparably lifelike, as though solidified into reality.

The Dragon Elephant roared at the heavens, and Lin Jiufeng threw his punch as well.

Boom!!!

This strike was simply earth-shattering. Their fists collided, erupting in radiance like a collapsing starry sky. The place where they clashed became the heart of a storm that rapidly spread in all directions.

It swept away everything.

Within that storm, sheets of blood rain scattered through the air.

It was Wen Yuan's blood.

He had been brimming with confidence, believing Lin Jiufeng had no power to resist. Yet the instant they came into contact, Wen Yuan felt an irresistible force surge toward him, directly crushing the power of the Ninth Restriction.

Like dry weeds before a gale, it shattered Wen Yuan's attack. Terrifying power seeped in through his fist and spread throughout his body. With a boom, Wen Yuan was sent flying with his hair disheveled, his entire arm drenched in blood. His right fist was severely warped, twitching uncontrollably.

With that strike, everything was decided.

His Ninth Restriction power was at an absolute disadvantage. His fist had nearly been smashed to pieces, and the agony twisted his features as a great swath of blood spilled behind him.

Wen Yuan roared in distortion, "Impossible! How can you possess such terrifying power at the Eighth Restriction?"

That punch shattered Wen Yuan's firmly held worldview.

The power of the Ninth Restriction had actually lost to the Eighth Restriction?

Was there any justice left in the world?

Was no one going to do anything about this?

In extreme pain, Wen Yuan looked at his shattered, twisted arm. His eyes turned cold, and he formed his other hand into a blade, slashing it toward his right arm.

Splurt.

His right arm was severed outright. Wen Yuan gritted his teeth in pain, his muscles spasming, but fortunately, he was a man of will. He circulated the Wen Family cultivation technique.

Energy immediately gathered and reattached his severed arm.

Flesh Energy Transformation.

Wen Yuan rejoined his arm and gasped heavily, staring in horror at the unruffled Lin Jiufeng in the distance.

That previous strike had left Lin Jiufeng completely unharmed. He had not been affected in the slightest.

Wen Yuan's heart sank deeper and deeper. His shattered worldview pieced itself back together as he reluctantly accepted the fact that Lin Jiufeng's strength exceeded his own.

Bai Yunfei and the others, who had followed to watch from afar, looked on in delighted surprise.

"Martial Uncle is so strong!"

"With that punch, Martial Uncle won completely. This Ninth Restriction expert doesn't seem all that impressive."

"This is Dragon Elephant Power. Martial Uncle taught it to me, but Martial Uncle's strength... it's far too terrifying, isn't it?"

Bai Yunfei watched with surging emotions. "Don't disturb your Martial Uncle. If he wins this battle, our Feather Transformation Sect will truly be able to stand tall."

Lin Jiufeng watched Wen Yuan decisively cut off his arm, then use Flesh Energy Transformation. He did not pause. He understood deeply the principle of pressing one's advantage without mercy. This was a duel to the death, not a dinner invitation; there was no need for such politeness.

Once an opportunity appeared, one should beat the enemy to death.

So in the next second, he became a streak of rainbow light, closing the distance between himself and Wen Yuan. Then he pointed with one finger, and a stream of sword qi shot forth, sweeping across.

Wen Yuan's expression changed. He no longer dared underestimate Lin Jiufeng.

With a sweep of his hand, the sound of drumming rang out—boom, boom, boom—dull as heavenly thunder.

The next second, a Dragon Hide Drum appeared in Wen Yuan's hands. Each beat sent out a sheet of Dao light.

Boom!!!

In the end, it surged forward like mountains toppling and seas overturning, grand enough to shake rivers and mountains. Endless purple waves crashed out, shattering Lin Jiufeng's sword qi before sweeping straight toward him.

Lin Jiufeng pulled back, avoiding the dense purple radiance.

That purple light struck a mountain with tremendous force, slicing off its peak amid a rumbling roar.

Lin Jiufeng's gaze narrowed as he stared at the Dragon Hide Drum. It was an exceptionally powerful treasure.

The Dragon Hide Drum emitted an ancient Dao Sound. Wen Yuan used his own mana and understanding of the Dao to activate the treasure's properties, forcing Lin Jiufeng back.

He did not dare clash physically with Lin Jiufeng again. One lesson was enough. He had already suffered a great loss and did not want Lin Jiufeng to close in again.

Boom...

Boom...

Boom...

Wen Yuan drove the Dragon Hide Drum with all his strength, making it tremble and emit dull sounds. Wave after wave continued without end, like a stampede of thousands upon thousands of soldiers and horses. Purple raging waves rushed toward Lin Jiufeng, the drumbeats shaking the sky. Every strand of sound could slash apart a Seventh Restriction expert.

Wen Yuan had used all his strength. His expression was solemn, and he no longer dared look down on Lin Jiufeng. Instead, he treated him as someone of the same realm.

In this life-and-death battle, murderous intent blazed around him. He knew he could not allow Lin Jiufeng to rise.

Lin Jiufeng was already so terrifying at the Eighth Restriction. If he broke through to the Ninth Restriction, who could stop him?

The purple sound waves carried the will to pulverize heaven and earth, shaking Lin Jiufeng until he felt dizzy. This was a terrifying secret treasure with astonishing destructive power.

The Dragon Hide Drum was a Dharma treasure refined from a piece of True Dragon hide. Its power was immense; sometimes, a sudden strike could directly shatter an opponent's Primordial Spirit and kill them in an instant.

At such close range, if not for Lin Jiufeng's ethereal movements and the power of ten thousand dragons and ten thousand elephants, he would likely have been struck down long ago.

But even so, Lin Jiufeng was still being suppressed.

"Die!"

Lin Jiufeng shattered a sound wave with one punch, then flashed away like lightning, widening the distance to keep the purple energy from sweeping over him.

Then his face turned cold. He knew he could not follow Wen Yuan's rhythm. The Dragon Hide Drum was formidable, but he was not without a way to counter it.

"Moon Rises Over the Sea!"

Lin Jiufeng suddenly came to a stop, and the Great Dao within him surged forth.

It was clearly daytime, but as Lin Jiufeng's energy spread, the Great Dao of heaven and earth naturally followed. In an instant, night fell.

Lin Jiufeng's inner energy transformed into a sea. The evening breeze whispered, the ocean stretched endlessly before the eye, deep, dark, and terrifying.

Then, in the next moment, a bright full moon rose. Its scattered moonlight directly suppressed the spreading purple sound waves.

Afterward, that full moon pressed down upon the purple Dragon Hide Drum, seeking to suppress Wen Yuan of the Ninth Restriction.

Boom!!!

Wen Yuan's expression turned solemn. He placed the Dragon Hide Drum before him, transformed both hands into hammers, and struck them down in rhythm.

This was a war song, hammered out by Wen Yuan. The Great Dao of heaven and earth flowed with the dull drumbeats. Wen Yuan's eyes were cold and sinister as he stared fixedly at Lin Jiufeng. Violent malice spilled from him as he struck the drum with force, unleashing tens of thousands of sound waves that flooded everything ahead.

This was the Dao Sound he had comprehended from the Dragon Hide Drum, the foundation of his breakthrough into the Ninth Restriction.

At that moment, thunder roared in succession. Accompanied by spreading violet qi, pillars of energy swept forth like countless purple greatswords hacking toward Lin Jiufeng.

Boom!!!

At that moment, beneath the bright moon, the purple energy gained the upper hand, making Bai Yunfei and the others extremely anxious.

But Lin Jiufeng, standing beneath the moon, was not nervous in the least.

His black Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. Behind him, the Great Dao gathered, Myriad Laws Return to One, and became an Ink-Wash Book.

The Chronicle of Ages.

This was the Dao Book Lin Jiufeng had comprehended. It contained every Great Dao he had understood.

The Great Dao driven by the Chronicle of Ages was more powerful and more effortless.

The Chronicle of Ages slowly opened, page after page. The Great Daos recorded within appeared before Lin Jiufeng as well.

Moon Rises Over the Sea, Golden Lotus in the Sea of Suffering, Fish Leaps in the Sea of Time, Flower Blooms in the Other Shore Sky, Dao of Nature...

The Great Dao surged like a tide. These Visions stacked atop one another, and with a boom, suppressed this stretch of heaven and earth.

The purple sound waves shattered outright. The several Visions surged back, and terrifying energy fluctuations crashed into Wen Yuan.

Pfft!!!!

Wen Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was blasted away and smashed heavily into the ground, gouging out a pit more than ten meters deep. His internal organs were pulverized, his Primordial Spirit scattered, and he stared blankly at Lin Jiufeng, who stood like an immortal and a god beneath the stacked Visions.

"You... how could you... comprehend... so many... Great Daos..."

Wen Yuan kept vomiting blood as he forced out the words in broken fragments.

Lin Jiufeng descended with the Chronicle of Ages. Every Vision, every ocean, every bright moon vanished.

He looked at Wen Yuan, who had only one breath left, and said, "Now I've proven that the Eighth Restriction can strike down the Ninth Restriction. You must be dying with your eyes open, unwilling to accept it, aren't you?"

Pfft!!!!

Wen Yuan spat blood again in rage. His eyes bulged as he pointed at Lin Jiufeng, but he could no longer say anything.

He was angered to death alive.