Chapter 277 - Feng Xiezi (2/2)

The expression of the Ziyang Sect folks changed. Two hundred or so disciples rapidly assembled into a sword formation, but none dared to go up to the intruders and stop them. Zi Yang’s expression darkened. “Feng Xiezi! What do you mean by this?”

Feng Xiezi raised his head and laughed. His gaze swiftly turned sharp and severe as he said sinisterly, “What do I mean? Not only did you break your promise from three years ago, but you even hired someone to hurt my disciple. Ziyang Sect Leader, how dare you!” He glared daggers at Zi Yang while emanating a stiflingly cold aura that made the other Ziyang Sect’s disciples shudder.

Zi Yang said earnestly, “The promise from three years ago states that the winner must not harass the loser. My disciple emerged victorious three days ago. What do you mean by coming here today?”

Feng Xiezi raised his head and guffawed. “Victorious? Since when is there a Core Forming Realm disciple in your sect? Why haven’t I heard of him? Where is the man who hurt my disciple? Hurry up and hand him over!” He flicked his sleeves and a great force instantly swept his parameters. It hit the ten or so disciples from the Ziyang Sect, sending them flying while coughing up blood.

Zi Yang immediately stepped forward and stopped him. “Luo’er is preoccupied and can’t come out now. What exactly do you want to do?”

“What do I want to do? Break his hand and leg as a warning, of course!” Feng Xiezi roared. Without a break, he attacked Zi Yang with his palm with the speed of a gale. The palm force arrived in the blink of an eye. Zi Yang raised his palm to block the attack. To his surprise, he felt pressure as heavy as thirty thousand catties when the two forces collided.

A storm was brewing in the public square, causing the tree branches and twigs to tremble incessantly. Zi Yang yelled, “Everyone, retreat at once!” Feng Xiezi took advantage of his distraction to attack him again. Unable to dodge in time, Zi Yang took the hit squarely on the chest and blood instantly coated his throat. He staggered backward before regaining firm footing.

“You, you’ve reached Lv 7 of the Core Forming Realm?” His voice trembled. His face was colored with disbelief.

One was an Lv 5 Core Forming Realm cultivator while the other was an Lv 7 Core Forming Realm cultivator. Even though the difference was a mere two levels, one was in the middle stage while the other was in the late stage. The disparity in strength between two stages couldn’t be comprehended with reason alone.

Feng Xiezi sneered. “Did you only find out now? It’s a bit too late for that!” He made consecutive palm attacks, raining them down on his opponent like the surging wave of the violent sea. Every attack was more vicious than the one before it and was just as unavoidable. The floor tiles were sent flying as Zi Yang took the hits and were reduced into a sky full of dust.

Zi Yang desperately summoned the True Energy inside him to block the attacks with his palm. However, each of Feng Xiezi’s attacks was more ferocious than the last. It was asking too much of a 5 Core Forming Realm cultivator like him to block them. In the blink of an eye, he was cornered to the rear of the public square, bringing him closer to the house that Xiao Chen was in.

“Hurry up and hand him over now!” Feng Xiezi yelled with the force of a lightning strike, shaking even the houses nearby. He used one hand to slash the air and countless golden blades of Qi whizzed their way toward Zi Yang.

Zi Yang’s expression changed. With his current strength, he was no match for blades of Qi that filled the sky. The blades rained down while he was still pondering his options. Noises reverberated in his ears as the blades ripped and tattered his crimson robe. The force sent him flying while coughing up blood, slamming him onto the house that Xiao Chen was in.

The wall of the house collapsed with a resounding explosion, frightening Zhiluan into a strange yelp. He hastily unfolded his wings and flew into the air.

Dust and soil scattered in the sky. Blood sprayed from Xiao Chen’s mouth. Not only was he in the midst of energy circulation, but his Barriers were shattered as well. It was only natural that he sustained some substantial damage, never mind Huangfu Xin’er. She was about to recover, but the disturbance caused her to cough up blood and collapsed over the side of the bed. In the end, he still couldn’t lift her out of danger.

“Xin’er!”

Xiao Chen’s eyes were wide open and bloodshot. He hastily propped her up and poured more True Energy into her. Huangfu Xin’er’s voice was incredibly weak. “Why do you know my name…? Who exactly are you…?”

Xiao Chen didn’t answer her. His eyes were filled with so much resentment that his expression was terrible to look at. A wisp of dark Qi could be faintly seen emerging from between his eyebrows. He spun around and looked coldly at an indistinct figure making its way over to the house. He abruptly turned into a lightning-fast blade of light and charged at the figure.

“I want your life!”

Feng Xiezi was making a careful approach when he saw a lightning-fast light emerging from the dust to attack him. Before he could use his Qi to block the attack, he felt a piercing pain all over his body as if the crash had broken all of his muscles and bones. In the next moment, he found himself flung in the air with a stream of blood surging out of his throat.

The crowd watching from a distance was shocked out of their wits to see this. No one got a clear look at what the silhouette was; all they saw was Feng Xiezi being thrown in the air out of nowhere and flying backward then.

“Argh…” A scream shattered the air and resounded throughout the public square. Everyone watched the silhouette rip one arm of Feng Xiezi, who had yet to make it to the ground.

Blood spilled everywhere, filling the sky with a rain of blood. The ten or so disciples from Heaven and Earth Sect turned pale while the two hundred or so disciples from Ziyang Sect were dumbstruck. Zi Sha was shuddering as she muttered, “Impossible. He…”