Chapter 903: Large Palm (1/2)

The group lost one man instantly after arriving at Red Cliff. The corpse fell on the ground and its blood boiled. The stench of blood permeated the air.

“Feng Feiyun’s presence, he survived!” Gu A’ying warned.

The other four summoned their black sword and channeled their power before attacking the ground.

“Boom!” Third-level Nirvana cultivators had immense destructive potential. The sword energies cut the ground to pieces.

They have learned top merit laws from the Gu so they were far stronger compared to half-demons at the same level. Among them, Gu A’ying was at the peak of the third level.

Not a single stone remained intact after their assault.

Feiyun broke through the debris and soared upward, thrusting his spear towards a second soldier with meteoric speed.

Gu A’ying spotted himself and swung his arm, releasing a sword energy spanning dozens of miles long.

Feiyun spun in the air; his rotation was in accordance with the reincarnation cycle allowing him to dodge the attack. His spear then obliterated the chest armor and pierced the target.

Blood and pieces of bones splattered outward.

“Die!” The injured cultivator didn’t die right away and threw a lightning talisman at Feiyun.

This tiny thing contained incredible power. Just its activation alone froze the air.

Feiyun sensed danger and retreated with phantom-like speed.

The talisman cracked and a lightning bolt as thick as a bowl descended, annihilating several hundred miles of land.

After the tribulation dispersed, there were still crackles moving around like serpents.

The four cultivators of the Gu stuck together and tried to find Feng Feiyun.

“Ass...ugh...asshole…” The injured cultivator coughed out blood. He then ate a recovery pill but the wound wouldn’t close. Blood kept on gushing out.

“Goddamn him!”

“He must have fled already...ah!” This speaker suddenly stopped as if someone had gripped his throat. He swung his arms and legs chaotically like a drowning person.

“Whoosh!” Something suddenly severed his neck and ankles. He fell down on the ground as blood gushed out and burned the ground.

The remaining three cultivators became afraid.

“Another half-demon?” Gu A’ying uttered coldly while still trying to find Feng Feiyun with his heavenly gaze.

“Whoosh!” Feiyun appeared next to the injured cultivators and reduced him to a bloody pulp, as dead as can be.

The other two cultivators opened a wormhole stone, wanting to escape. Feiyun followed them inside and took off his invisible robe: “Who sent you to kill me?”

The spatial pathway was ethereal with space laws rotating everywhere.

Feiyun stood there; his hands still stained with blood.

Gu A’ying glared at Feiyun and sneered: “Fool, you actually came in. You’re dead when we get back to the camp.”

“I know who it is anyway, that Eighth Lord Gu, right?” Feiyun snorted.

The two didn’t reply and simply waited for the portal to open on the other side.

“You think you can make it back there?” Feiyun chuckled and summoned a myriad-beast seal. His fist glowed as a monstrous power manifested.