Cloud River of Flashing Lightning, Moon Reflected in the Nine Springs

"Feng Quchu, do you want this young master to help you?"

Wang Chenjue flew into the valley with five hundred Foundation Establishment Realm members of the Wang Family and asked with a mocking laugh.

"In that case, many thanks, Young Master Wang!"

Feng Quchu turned to look at the Wang Family members; though deeply displeased, he still cupped his fists in grateful acknowledgement.

"Ahem!"

He suddenly coughed violently, spitting out another mouthful of fresh blood.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Feng Quchu, this young master specifically came to help you, yet not only are you ungrateful, but you even want to defile my clothes?"

Wang Chenjue looked at Feng Quchu with a playful smile and bantered.

Even though the blood was still a full twenty-four meters away from him, it was entirely impossible for it to spray on him.

"Apologies, Young Master Wang!"

Anger flared even hotter in Feng Quchu's heart, but he could only swallow his pride and apologize.

"The Wang Family!"

Before the "Danling Qisheng Art", Dongfang Muxue stared fixedly at the Wang Family members. Icy intent suddenly surged in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth, speaking every word with precise hatred.

Zhang Xingfeng looked over at Dongfang Muxue in astonishment, completely baffled. Why did his junior sister harbor such deep, irreconcilable enmity with the people of the Heaven-Opening Wang Family?

Chen Guyu was equally clueless.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Dongfang Muxue, don't glare at this young master with a gaze like that."

"The one who wants you isn't this young master, but my incompetent eldest uncle!"

Dongfang Muxue's gaze was sharp enough to kill, yet Wang Chenjue remained unruffled as still water.

He hovered in front of Feng Quchu, gently swaying his folding fan with a smile on his face.

"However, seen up close, you truly are cold and lovely. No wonder my incompetent eldest uncle set his sights on you—even this young master's heart is greatly stirred!"

As Wang Chenjue spoke without restraint, the corners of his eyes twitched up and down, sizing up Dongfang Muxue with a burning and suggestive gaze.

"How dare you insult my junior sister! You're courting death!"

Zhang Xingfeng was instantly consumed by fiery rage, pointing his Ink Edge horizontally.

"Insult your junior sister?" Wang Chenjue smiled dismissively. "Hand over the Spirit Weapons in your hands, leave behind the Cultivation Art at your backs, and tell me about the fortuitous encounters you experienced!"

"What if we refuse?"

Chen Guyu was similarly overcome with fury, his fists clenched tight.

"Die!"

Without another word of nonsense, Dongfang Muxue forcefully spurred her Source Power, causing the Ice Soul to flash as she directed a freezing frost to sweep toward the Wang Family members.

"Oh?" Wang Chenjue waved his folding fan, dispersing the frost across twenty-odd miles, and issued an order, "Wang Family members, kill them!"

"Ah? Young Master Chenjue, do we really need to kill Dongfang Muxue? That's the person Elder Huyong wants!"

The Wang Family members hesitated, reluctant.

"Then kill the others and leave Dongfang Muxue alive!"

Wang Chenjue said in a deep voice.

"Understood, Young Master Chenjue!"

The Wang Family members continuously unleashed their cultivation arts, blasting toward Zhang Xingfeng, Chen Guyu, Xie Shiwei, and the others.

At the same time, they rapidly transformed into streaks of light, surrounding Zhang Xingfeng and his companions.

"Watch out for the two holding the sword and wearing gauntlets—their cultivation arts are bizarre!"

Seeing how impatient the Wang Family members were, Feng Quchu hurriedly warned them.

After all, he had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Zhang Xingfeng, Dongfang Muxue, and Chen Guyu, nearly losing his life!

"One is at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, and the other is at the fifth level. They're nothing special, why would we need to watch out?"

Ten Wang Family members at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment responded with utter disdain.

"Exactly, exactly. Mere ants, easily crushed with the flick of a finger!"

The other members were equally contemptuous.

"Sigh!"

Feng Quchu could not help but groan inwardly.

"Fight them to the death!" "Right!"

Facing the menacingly aggressive Wang Family members, Zhang Xingfeng and the others felt not a shred of fear.

"Kill!" "Die!"

In a flash, the two sides plunged into a fierce, chaotic battle.

Inside the valley, the sky turned dark and the earth was upside down, obscuring both sun and moon!

"Feng Quchu, you and I will join forces to capture Dongfang Muxue!"

Caring nothing for the slaughter of the others, Wang Chenjue turned his head and said to Feng Quchu.

"Ah... Very well, Young Master Wang!"

Recovering from his inward sigh, the grieving Feng Quchu flew alongside Wang Chenjue toward Dongfang Muxue.

The two swiftly surrounded Dongfang Muxue, fixing their gazes on her as if looking at trapped prey.

"Junior Sister!" "Senior Sister!"

Seeing this, Zhang Xingfeng and Chen Guyu shouted in anxious alarm.

"How dare you still let yourselves be distracted? Die!"

The Wang Family members shrieked harshly, their offensive maneuvers growing even more ferocious and lethal with every strike!

Zhang Xingfeng and Chen Guyu had no choice but to respond in desperation.

"Senior Brother, Junior Brother, pay no heed to me! The two of them—I can wipe them out alone!"

Dongfang Muxue declared with haughty pride.

"Audacious boasting! Today, I am taking you down!"

Incensed by her words, Feng Quchu drove his Source Power to the limit, launching a fierce, violent assault on Dongfang Muxue.

"Truly as cold and arrogant as they say—this really pleases me!"

Wang Chenjue let out a seductive, wicked smile, stowed his folding fan, and joined the fray.

"Die!"

With a cold shout, Dongfang Muxue met the charge head-on.

"Sword's Initial Ultimate Intent: Sword Severs Spring and Autumn!"

Zhang Xingfeng forcefully catalyzed his Source Power, slashing the Ink Edge downward.

"BOOM!"

The sword momentum was immense, howling across the wilderness—capable of severing spring and autumn!

"Thunder Shatters Eternity: Cloud River of Flashing Lightning!"

Simultaneously, Chen Guyu gathered his strength in both fists before blasting them forward.

"BANG!"

Lightning flashed brilliantly like the dazzling Milky Way, an endless, distant river of clouds!

"Ah!"

Screams rang out in every direction as three hundred Wang Family members instantly dissolved into bloody mist!

"What? Their cultivation arts really are bizarre!"

The remaining majority of the Wang Family members turned pale with terror, their livers and gallbladders splitting from fear!

"Run, run for your lives!"

Their courage completely shattered, they scattered and fled in panic.

"Ah!"

Only to be surrounded and slaughtered by Xie Shiwei and the others.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred Wang Family members perished!

"Damnable fools! The ten of us at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment will join forces to surround and kill these two. Everyone else, quickly wipe out those Azure Feather Sect scum!"

Seeing this, Wang Yufu, a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Wang Family, decisively issued the order.

"Understood!"

The other members fought in compliance.

"How can those two cultivation arts be so powerful? Oh no, my clansmen are in a bad way!"

Hearing the wails of his clansmen, Wang Chenjue grew frantic with anxiety and transmitted his voice to Feng Quchu: Feng Quchu, stall Dongfang Muxue first. I'm going to kill that pack of ants!

"Ah... Me?!"

Feng Quchu froze momentarily. Dongfang Muxue's cultivation art was far too terrifying; even though he was at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, he had no confidence in facing her alone!

"Whoosh!"

Careless of what was running through Feng Quchu's mind, Wang Chenjue transformed into a beam of light and bolted.

"BOOM!"

Unexpectedly, an ice wall rose abruptly from the ground, blocking his path.

"Dongfang Muxue, you?!"

Wang Chenjue spun around, startled.

"Fine! Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"

"Feng Quchu, join me in killing her!"

Driven out of his mind with fury, he roared in rage, no longer caring that Dongfang Muxue was the woman his eldest uncle wanted.

"Very well!" Feng Quchu nodded, his eyeballs suddenly turning stark white like those of a corpse. "Moon Reflected in the Nine Springs!"

"BOOM!"

A full moon materialized in the sky above the valley, casting a light of extreme, biting chill.

Within a radius of twenty-odd miles, mournful winds blew. Vaguely, weeping nether-spirits and roaring wicked ghosts could be heard, resembling a descent into hell—bizarre to the extreme!

Cold—a cold that pierced the heart and instilled boundless terror. Everyone in the valley could not help trembling with fear!

It was none other than the Moon-Reflecting Sect's town-founding cultivation art, the Earth-grade upper-tier "Moon Reflected in the Nine Springs"!

This cultivation art used the caster's own body as a sacrifice, summoning netherworld evil spirits to fight. It was exceptionally formidable!

Precisely because "Moon Reflected in the Nine Springs" required sacrificing oneself and inflicted indelible damage upon the caster's body, members of the Moon-Reflecting Sect would never use it unless driven to absolute desperation.