What did it look like when hundreds of cultivators comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm attacked at once?
Exactly like this!
Hundreds of Nascent Soul Realm Chen Changshengs stood with swords in hand, their raging true essence surging above Little Mountain Peak.
Countless streams of Sword Qi swept through the sky above Little Mountain Peak. Ling Feng took out a small bronze bell and recited an incantation, and the bell enveloped him and Zu Yuan.
Countless streams of Sword Qi slammed into the bronze bell, sending dense ripples across its surface.
Surrounded at the center, Ling Feng and Zu Yuan bore the brunt of the immense pressure.
Ling Feng held a sword in each hand. As the sect master's disciple, he naturally possessed exceptional talent, not to mention a magical treasure personally refined by his master.
At the third stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, he was confident he could fight any two opponents at his own level at once, while opponents at lower levels were easy for him to slay.
But against hundreds of cultivators comparable to the Nascent Soul Realm, he would inevitably pay a terrible price. He might even die on the spot.
Once quantity reached a certain point, it would inevitably bring about a qualitative change!
Who the hell knew what secret art this unfamiliar junior sect brother was using!
He could actually summon this many clones!
Just what kind of monsters did Little Mountain Peak produce?
Compared to Ling Feng, who was struggling desperately to hold on, Zu Yuan, still riding White Crane behind him, had completely turned to stone.
He had never felt death so close!
If his senior brother had not been resisting in front of him, he would probably have perished, body and Dao alike, in a single instant!
Even now, he still could not understand what grudge existed between him and the man opposite him!
From birth until now, whether in the Demon Realm or after entering the Azure Cloud Sect, every step he took had carried him smoothly up into the clouds, without the slightest ripple.
He had always stood high above others, and he was destined to become one of those who looked down upon all living beings!
Yet now he was like a banana leaf beneath a sudden downpour, a mouse surrounded by cats. He could be killed at any moment!
For the grand cause of the devil race, he had risked himself to infiltrate the Azure Cloud Sect.
Was he going to die here before even a month had passed?
Watching the rain of swords fill the sky, Zu Yuan seethed with resentment. He even cast a venomous look at Ling Feng, who stood shielding him!
If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come here! You said we were only delivering a message, but we came to deliver ourselves to death instead!
I can't die! I can't die! I'm the Devil Race Sacred Son! I'm the future Demon Emperor of the devil race! How could I die in a place like this?
Zu Yuan's eyes began to redden. Caught between life and death, his pride as a Heavenly Prodigy began to awaken his potential!
Heavenly Prodigies were called Heavenly Prodigies not only because of their exceptional aptitude, but also because they considered hiding under someone else's protection a disgrace!
Zu Yuan had only just broken through to the Core Formation Realm, but his strength began to soar.
In a single instant, he reached the third Core Formation Realm!
A breakthrough in battle!
The potential of these children of the plane was always so utterly unreasonable.
Some people were stuck at the ninth level of Qi Refining for years, while others broke through more easily than they drank water.
Zu Yuan roared. The black true essence within him formed an ink-black saber in his hand. With a light push of his toes, he leaped from White Crane, charged out of the bronze bell's protection, and rushed toward the densely packed Chen Changshengs ahead.
His fierce, devouring saber intent carried an unstoppable momentum, instantly killing three Chen Changshengs.
That slash carried a desperate resolve. Its astonishing saber qi locked directly onto its targets, leaving the three Chen Changshengs unable to move. They could only watch as Zu Yuan cleaved them in two.
But in that same instant, over a dozen streams of Sword Qi struck Zu Yuan. He spat blood and went flying backward.
Ling Feng hurried out of the bronze bell and caught the already unconscious Zu Yuan.
Having left the bronze bell's protection, Ling Feng was instantly exposed to the sky-filling rain of swords with Zu Yuan in his arms!
"Enough!"
Ouyang's calm voice rang out. A huge hand of pale golden true qi appeared in front of Ling Feng, blocking every sword in the rain.
Ling Feng looked down at the calm-faced Ouyang and nodded gratefully to him.
Ouyang's expression remained calm, but in truth, this was a real pain in the balls.
He could only stand on the ground and crane his neck to watch. After all, he simply could not learn how to fly!
Thank goodness, thank goodness. I'd blocked Chen Changsheng's attack before he could kill Ling Feng and Zu Yuan.
But Chen Changsheng still refused to give up. His hundreds of clones began moving, weaving past one another to form a profound formation.
Ouyang's face twitched. This brat either did nothing at all or insisted on killing someone once he made a move!
"Bajie, Xiao Bai, pin him down!" Unable to fly, Ouyang could only give orders to his two junior brothers.
Neither knew why Ouyang had blocked Chen Changsheng's attacks for Ling Feng and Zu Yuan.
But as his eldest senior brother's junior, Leng Qingsong charged forward without the slightest hesitation at his command.
Bai Feiyu, standing nearby, was a step slower. He glanced at Ouyang, then followed closely behind Leng Qingsong.
Since neither had been caught inside Chen Changsheng's encirclement, they naturally located his true body at once.
Like a keen sword himself, Leng Qingsong struck through the hundreds of Chen Changshengs and flicked the longsword out of one Chen Changsheng's hand.
The hundreds of Chen Changshengs instantly stopped moving. Still unwilling to give up, Chen Changsheng reached into his sleeve after his sword was knocked away.
I wouldn't act lightly without a dozen or more trump cards. As long as I take out what's inside my sleeve, Zu Yuan will die whether he likes it or not!
His eyes bloodshot, Chen Changsheng stared at Zu Yuan, with whom he shared a blood-deep feud from his previous life. All his usual caution had vanished.
One of us has to die here today!
Suddenly, Bai Feiyu caught the hand Chen Changsheng was reaching into his sleeve. Looking at Chen Changsheng, who had descended into madness, Bai Feiyu could not quite bear it and said softly, "Third Senior Brother, Eldest Senior Brother told you to stop!"
At Bai Feiyu's words, a flicker of clarity passed through Chen Changsheng's eyes. He looked down at Ouyang in astonishment.
Below, Ouyang merely shook his head gently, signaling for Chen Changsheng to stop.
Chen Changsheng stared unwillingly at Zu Yuan, who lay in Ling Feng's arms. He had never had such an easy chance to kill Zu Yuan. Even in his previous life, he had never managed to get this close!
But with clarity restored to his mind, Chen Changsheng reluctantly lowered his hand and roared at Zu Yuan, "With the Heavenly Dao above as witness! Within ten years, I, Chen Changsheng, will kill Zu Yuan! If I fail, let humans, gods, demons, and devils join together to slay me!"
Chen Changsheng's sudden Heavenly Dao Oath stunned everyone present.
No cultivator would lightly swear a Heavenly Dao Oath.
Without a blood-deep feud, such an oath was not something anyone would readily make.
This was an oath sworn by a cultivator with heaven and earth called upon as witnesses. If the oath went unfulfilled, even if the cultivator did not take his own life, heaven and earth would arrange all manner of accidents to help him meet a dignified end!
Once a Heavenly Dao Oath was sworn, the person who swore it had to fulfill it.
That was an ironclad truth.
Thus, the instant Chen Changsheng roared his Heavenly Dao Oath, everyone present knew.
Zu Yuan, lying in Ling Feng's arms, absolutely had a blood-deep feud with Chen Changsheng!
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