Chapter 307: Nine Swords’ Protection (1/2)

Chapter 307: Nine Swords Protection

Sanchuan cast his Hell Iceberg again in order to stop the incoming hammer. Three icebergs towered in the sky, but they were easily shattered by the hammer.

Nothing could resist this Heaven Punishing Hammer.

“Boom!” A trail of blood ran down Sanchuan’s fair arm. His body sank into the ground as if he was being buried alive.

This hammer was too powerful. With the Minor Change Art, one could borrow a sliver of this legendary forbidden weapon for their own use. Techniques from heavenly scriptures were not necessarily a match for it.

Feng Feiyun had learned five percent of the Minor Change Art and could use two different techniques. The Heaven Punishing Hammer was one of them. A forbidden weapon from the old era was unstoppable. Even a mere shadow of it could break all the laws in this world.

Lu Sanchuan jumped out of the mud and took out his white daoist robe. It spun around in the sky with white, snakeskin patterns and turned much larger just like a spatial pouch.

It was full of talismans written from the powders of spirit stones inside this robe. There was a total of 720 talismans that flashed bright lights like heavenly lamps. They had turned this robe into its own world. No wonder why after joining the Seventh Hall, he still didn’t take off this daoist robe. So it had such a mysterious usage.

Feng Feiyun flipped over his palm for another attack. A black ray rushed out while the hammer slammed down. The majestic power of an iron mountain shattered dozens of talismans in the robe, but it didn’t break through completely. The attack was akin to throwing a rock at a net made out of yarn.

The white robe with blue clouds floating around it wrapped around Feng Feiyun.

“Haha! This is too easy. You really are a brute who can’t do anything else.” Sanchuan sneered. A light flashed in his palm as he recalled the robe to his hand.

This robe could contain an entire domain so it was only natural that it could also take in a person.

The pagoda’s disciples had ugly expressions. Feng Daniu had also lost to this dog Sanchuan, even his body was taken into his spatial robe. It was all over this time.

“Boom!” The white robe quaked intensely and swelled into the size of a hall. It seemed to be on the verge of exploding.

“This bastard…” Sanchuan was aghast and quickly unleashed his ice technique in order to freeze the spatial pouch, but it was too late. The pouch was shattered by the spirit vessel that has expanded to more than seventy meters long.

While wielding a corner of the vessel, the Thousand-man Commander rushed forward like a mountain and directly slammed it on Sanchuan’s head. A piece of his skull flew out along with half of his head.

“Boom!” Sanchuan spun around five times in the air before rolling on the ground.

“Son of a bitch, killing your own sect members is punishable by death!” Feng Feiyun thunderously roared and continued to attack with his vessel. Sanchuan desperately resisted and summoned five different treasures. Alas, they were shattered by the light of the vessel and turned into powder.

“Crack!” One of Sanchuan’s thigh broke as the vessel slammed into him again, sending him flying with blood splashing all over his clothes. The black cloak on his body became tattered like fluttering black butterflies.

“Die, you cowardly traitor!” The rusty vessel slammed down again and shattered his arm, leaving behind a bloody gap on his shoulder.

The power of the vessel was too mighty; just one blow was enough to kill him. However, Feng Feiyun didn’t want him to die this easily.

“Please stop, I beg you!” Sanchuan was indeed a coward and began to beg without the backbone of a cultivator at all.

The entire scene was filled with jeers. It wasn’t just the disciples from the pagoda, even the heretical members from the Seventh Hall were embarrassed and glared at him with disdain.

Despite being ferocious and evil, the heretics were courageous. Huang Daonan and Hei Fengyan died to Feng Feiyun without uttering a single plea.

Cultivators shouldn’t only have pride, courage was necessary as well. Otherwise, what was the point of cultivating if you were to prostrate and beg for mercy after taking two hits?

“Hitting you will only dirty my hands, but I must make a display of killing a dog like you.” Feng Feiyun’s red eyes were full of murderous intent; he truly wanted to kill.

Sanchuan naturally felt this bloodthirst and knew that begging was useless. He gritted his teeth and stood with one leg while intending to fight to the very end.