Chapter 895
Battle
"Young Master, please leave!"
The nine-horned azure dragon roared and dragged the ancient chariot backward.
The man with the blue scales dared not resist any longer and took the opportunity to retreat back into the carriage.
This caused chaos among the cultivators who had gathered around.
Xing Zhan gave up.
The blue-scaled man was defeated and retreated.
Su Wuce was also unable to withstand the crimson sword.
Just as everyone was at a loss, an old man in a gray robe emerged from behind the crowd, and thirty-six black needles flew out from his sleeve.
The black needle did not attack Zhao Feng, but instead pierced the hilt of the red sword.
"Seize the weapon!"
Someone recognized the magic weapon and immediately retreated.
The gray-robed old man's cultivation was only at the peak of the sixth level of the Hongmeng Realm. In a real fight, he was no match for Zhao Feng. However, he could use the weapon-seizing needle to break the magical connections of those who wielded weapons.
If he could loosen the red sword for even half a breath, he would have a chance to steal it using a secret technique.
Thirty-six black needles were placed close to the hilt of the sword.
Zhao Feng's hand remained completely still.
Just as the black needle pierced through, the crimson sword suddenly emitted a ring of crimson light.
All thirty-six weapon-seizing needles melted away simultaneously.
The old man in the gray robe's expression changed drastically, and he turned and left.
Zhao Fengtian's seal had already struck his back.
boom!
Half of the gray-robed old man's body was smashed into a bloody mist, and the remaining half fell into the black water, his screams swallowed up.
Zhao Feng raised his hand and grabbed.
The old man's storage artifact flew into his palm.
He casually put it away and said indifferently, "If you dare to steal my things, be prepared to die."
Everyone fell silent, terrified.
Zhao Feng's murderous aura was too strong; he would kill people without hesitation.
This filled them with terror.
Even the best things are useless if you're not alive to get them!
Fortunately, at this moment, the Netherworld Daoist finally made her move.
On the Bone Divine Ship, the seven masked cultivators disappeared simultaneously.
They transformed into seven black shadows, walking along the cracks in the ruined land.
The next moment, seven short swords emerged simultaneously from Zhao Feng's sides, back, and feet.
The blade is aimed directly at the joints and vital points.
The Hongmeng Town Boundary Bell behind Zhao Feng vibrated.
As the bell tolled, seven dark figures appeared.
Zhao Feng smashed a man's face with his left elbow.
He broke a person's lumbar spine with his right foot.
With a backhand sweep of the red sword, the third man was sent flying, sword and arm flying.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear pierced the fourth person's chest, lifting him up and slamming him towards the fifth person.
The remaining two hurriedly retreated.
But the Heavenly Emperor's Seal fell from above, its imperial markings blocking any escape route.
A flash of crimson sword.
Two heads fell to the ground.
The Netherworld Daoist stood at the bow of the boat, and finally her expression changed.
She formed a hand seal, and all the talisman lamps on the white bone divine boat flew up, their flames coalescing into a long, dark blue sword.
Before the long sword could fall, Zhao Feng had already rushed to the front of the boat. "I don't care about your identity, background, or how powerful you are. If you dare to attack me, be prepared to die!"
His crimson sword struck the dark blue longsword.
The long sword shattered, and three talisman lamps exploded.
The Bone Divine Boat was thrown sideways by the sword energy, and cracks appeared all over its hull.
The Netherworld Daoist retreated, drawing her short sword from her waist to block the pursuing half of the crimson sword.
clang!
The short knife broke.
The amulet on the Netherworld Daoist's chest exploded, and she crashed into the chaotic airflow behind her. She was only pulled back by two attendants to avoid falling into the black water.
She clutched her chest and said with difficulty, "Retreat."
The Bone Divine Ship immediately retreated.
With the three powerful figures suffering defeat after defeat, Su Wuce could no longer maintain his composure.
He never wanted to fight to the death.
He put down his pen, and the words on the page scattered: "Lord Zhao, the Heavenly Academy is withdrawing from this contest."
With Su Wuce speaking up, many cultivators immediately felt relieved.
But just then, a golden light pressed down from afar.
The golden ship passed under the ancient bridge and stopped above the ruins.
At the bow of the ship, Mi Bao held up a glass lamp, with all the cultivators of the Eternal Life lineage standing in formation behind him.
Mi Bao spoke calmly, "This sword is destined to be with my lineage of eternal life."
These words surprised everyone.
They all knew Mi Bao's identity. Although top-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasures were precious, they wouldn't be worth Mi Bao's attention.
It's no exaggeration to say that...
Even the most ordinary treasures on Mi Bao's body are probably top-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasures.
Not to mention, her Daoist partner is Fang Han, the Lord of Immortality!
That's the most top-tier existence in the entire Infinite Continent!
Everyone knew the answer.
Mi Bao's true intentions were not the treasure itself, but rather to find an excuse to attack Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng remained expressionless, looked at Mi Bao, and scoffed, "Fate?"
Mi Bao remained calm. "This sword was left behind by a powerful figure from my Eternal World when he explored the Chaos Sea. I am simply retrieving it now."
Zhao Feng laughed heartily, "What if I refuse?"
The flame of the glass lamp in Mi Bao's hand flickered.
Inside the ship behind her, layers of auspicious light unfolded.
The energy of countless magical treasures awakened simultaneously.
Bell, umbrella, mirror, tower, bead, sword, banner, stove.
Each and every one of them was an absolute masterpiece of Primordial Spiritual Treasure!
The precious light spread across the ruins, pushing out the chaotic air currents.
The cultivators of the Immortal lineage all breathed a sigh of relief.
This is what makes Mi Bao truly terrifying.
She doesn't rely on a single treasure to intimidate others.
She relied on Wanbao Qidong.
Mi Bao raised her hand.
An ancient mirror flew out and reflected Zhao Feng.
The space around Zhao Feng instantly froze.
Immediately afterwards, a large golden bell fell.
Before the bell even touched the ground, a deep circular crater had already been created in the ground.
Mi Bao's voice rang out, "Then I'll kill you first, then take the sword."
The golden bell fell.
The land beneath Zhao Feng's feet collapsed, and rubble was swept into the black water.
The space fixed by the ancient mirror pressed against his body, causing the indestructible armor patterns to flash continuously.
Mi Bao did not hold back.
She was Fang Han's Daoist partner and had long heard of Zhao Feng's name, knowing that he was ruthless and decisive.
For this kind of person, either do nothing, or if you do, kill them in one fell swoop, leaving them no chance to fight back.
On the golden ship, cultivators of the Eternal Life lineage simultaneously activated array patterns.
The ship shone brightly with auspicious light, and dozens of magical treasures swirled around Zhao Feng.
A pair of silver scissors slashed towards Zhao Feng's shoulders.
A red rope wrapped around his wrist.
A precious pearl hung down with its weight, suppressing the sharpness of the crimson sword.
Another jade seal came crashing in from the side, aiming straight for Zhao Feng's back.
The onlookers retreated again and again.
Under the weight of countless treasures, Zhao Feng finally made his move.
Zhao Feng took a step, and the earth trembled.
The space where the ancient mirror had been fixed was cracked by his foot.
A golden bell pressed down on his head, its mouth only a few feet away from him. The symbols of immortality on the bell kept lighting up, and the suppressive power fell layer upon layer.
Zhao Feng's shoulders slumped slightly, and the indestructible armor pattern burst forth with dense points of light.
The silver scissors were already close to her shoulders.
The red rope wrapped around his right wrist.
The weight of the falling pearl pressed down on the broken red sword.
The jade seal came crashing down from the side, aiming straight for his back.
Mi Bao stood at the bow of the golden ship, with a glass lamp hanging above her palm.
Her expression was calm, but her actions were ruthless.
The onlookers felt their scalps tingle.
Xing Zhan retreated to the edge of the ruined land and couldn't help but say, "As expected of the Daoist partner of the Lord of Immortality, they are truly wealthy!"
The man with the blue scales sat inside the ancient carriage, unable to help but frown.
He has given up the fight for the Crimson Sword.
Mi Bao's addition completely disrupted the balance.
This tactic is disgusting.
The center of the battlefield.
Zhao Feng grasped the crimson sword with his right hand.
He glanced down at the rope on his wrist. "Trying to tie me up?"
With a thought, he activated the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Force.
The world of 840 million microparticles trembled simultaneously.
Sparks flew from the surface of the red rope, which Zhao Feng had forcefully straightened. Mi Bao twitched her fingertips.
The red rope immediately split into nine thin threads, which wrapped around Zhao Feng's fingers and arm bones.
At the same time, the silver scissors snapped shut.
Two cuts were made in the nail guards on Zhao Feng's shoulders, his robes were torn, and bloodstains appeared on his skin.
But as soon as the blood seeped out, it was suppressed by the body's vitality.
Zhao Feng raised his left arm, and the Heavenly Emperor Seal struck the silver scissors.
The imperial emblem struck the scissor blade.
The silver scissors were jolted and sent flying backward, but only a small nick appeared.
Mi Bao gently pointed towards the void.
A small white jade bottle flipped over, and golden sand sprayed out from its mouth.
The quicksand fell at Zhao Feng's feet, instantly turning into a heavy sea of sand that buried his legs.
Just as Zhao Feng was about to step out, golden spikes rose from the sand sea, piercing towards his kneecap.
The golden bell fell down.
boom!
Zhong's mask covered half of Zhao Feng's body.
The bells rang out from within.
The ground within millions of miles of the remnant land was shattered, the black water surged back, and a large section of the chaotic mist was torn apart.
Zhao Feng grunted.
The sound of the bell entered his body, making his internal organs churn.
His legs were still held back by the golden quicksand, the weight of the precious pearl pressed down on the crimson sword, and the ancient mirror sealed off the space in front of him.
Mi Bao's Myriad Treasures Formation doesn't give anyone a chance to make a complete move.
Upon seeing this, the cultivators of the Immortal lineage immediately spoke up.
“With Miss Mi Bao making a move, Zhao Feng won’t be able to hold out for long.”
“Xuan Lei died unjustly. If Miss Mi Bao had arrived half an hour earlier, he wouldn’t even have been allowed to enter.”
"Those who kill my lineage of immortality shall pay with their lives today."
Zhao Feng's expression remained unchanged upon hearing these sounds.
Mi Bao's methods are indeed formidable; not only does she possess numerous magical treasures, but her own strength is also unfathomable.
She was arguably the strongest enemy he had ever encountered.
Far surpassing even Moro!
A thought struck him.
The Primordial Chaos Boundary Bell surged up from behind him, crashing directly into the golden bell pressing down on him.
The two bells struck each other.
A ring of cracks appeared on the outer wall of the golden bell.
Zhao Feng seized the opportunity and unleashed the Seven Steps Against Heaven.
Step 4.
Collapse Enemy Technique.
The golden sand beneath their feet instantly dispersed, and the golden spikes within the sand snapped off one by one.
The gravity of the falling pearl was also shaken off by half.
Zhao Feng raised his crimson sword in his right hand.
The sword's edge cleaved the red rope into nine thin lines.
He burst forth from beneath the bell, his spear appearing out of thin air in his left hand, its tip pointing directly at the golden warship.
The Great Destruction Primordial Spear pierced through a hundred feet of void, its gray-white power breaking through the obstructing light.
The glass lamp in Mi Bao's hand flew up, and the flame transformed into a ring of light.
The spear pierced the light shield.
The light shield dented three feet deep, and the lights flickered wildly, but it firmly blocked the spear.
Mi Bao remained expressionless as a jade ruyi scepter flew out from her sleeve.
Ruyi gently taps the glass lamp.
The lights suddenly flared up, transforming into three fire dragons that surged towards Zhao Feng along with the spear.
Zhao Feng released his spear and slashed forward repeatedly with his crimson sword.
Two of the three fire dragons were severed.
The last one struck his chest, causing a section of his indestructible armor to collapse, and he slid backward dozens of feet.
Mi Bao didn't stop.
From the depths of the ship behind her came the sound of stones grinding together.
Everyone looked up at the same time.
The auspicious light above the ship cracked, revealing the edge of an ancient rock.
The rock formation wasn't large, but it caused all the magical artifacts surrounding the ruined land to hum softly at the same time.
Su Wuce's jade pen trembled slightly, his expression changed, and he exclaimed, "The Treasure Dividing Rock!"
Xing Zhan's gaze sharpened. "You even brought this thing in?"
The man with the blue scales gripped the armrest of the ancient carriage tightly, "A supreme primordial treasure."
Mi Bao raised her hand and lifted the rock.
Once the Treasure Dividing Rock appeared, the energy of all treasures immediately converged in one place.
The mirror, clock, scissors, rope, bead, seal, bottle, and umbrella that were previously flying in the air all began to rotate around the Treasure Dividing Rock.
The magic weapon spun faster and faster.
With each turn, the pressure on Zhao Feng increased.
Mi Bao finally spoke, "Zhao Feng, hand over the sword, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."
Zhao Feng raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, his crimson sword hanging at his side.
He stood amidst the collapsed ruins, black water churning beneath his feet, and the echoing golden bell of the Primordial Chaos Town Bell still resonating behind him.
"As I said before, what I obtain is beyond the reach of anyone else."
Mi Bao lightly raised her palm, "Then I'll shatter your physical body and refine your soul."
The treasure-dividing rock pressed down.
The center of the remaining landmass was directly sunken into a pit.
Zhao Feng's body was pressed down, and his bones made a series of cracking sounds.
His internal microscopic world was frantically consuming chaotic energy, yet this supreme treasure still suppressed his vital energy.
Mi Bao flashed and was already above him.
The glass lamp is in front, and the treasure-dividing rock is behind.
She pointed her fingertip at Zhao Feng's brow.
Before the finger even landed, Zhao Feng felt a sharp pain in his mind.
This is a soul-stealing technique.
The onlookers held their breath.
If this attack succeeds, no matter how strong Zhao Feng is, he will be killed by Wan Baozhen.
But Zhao Feng remained calm.
He raised his hand and grabbed, and the crimson sword disappeared, replaced by another sword.
The Primordial Divine Sword!
Zhao Feng gripped the sword hilt tightly with his five fingers, and the veins on his entire arm bulged.
The Primordial Divine Sword slashed across the sky.
Mi Bao's finger, which had been pointing, stopped in mid-air.
The glass lamp was cleaved in two by the sword's edge.
The suppressive force of the falling treasure rock was also forcefully resisted by this sword.
Above the ruins, all the precious lights exploded simultaneously.
Mi Bao's sleeve was torn in half by the sword energy, and she was forced to retreat several feet.
She stared in shock at the cracked lampshade on the glass lamp, "A Primordial Artifact! How could you possibly possess such a treasure?"
Zhao Feng drew his sword and stepped forward, "Nothing is impossible! You've managed to force me to use this treasure; you should be proud of yourself!"
Without hesitation, he slashed out with his sword, striking the precious light hanging from the Treasure Dividing Rock.
clang!
The precious light cracked open by half a foot, but was then forcibly repaired by the Treasure Dividing Rock.
Mi Bao raised her hand and summoned nine precious pearls from the golden ship.
Nine beads lined up in a row, blocking her way.
The second strike of the Primordial Divine Sword fell.
The foremost jewel exploded into powder.
The second jewel was split open, leaving a deep mark.
The surface of the third jewel was dull.
With a flick of her sleeve, Mi Bao sent the remaining six precious pearls back to the Treasure Dividing Rock, where they transformed into six halos of light.
Her expression was grave.
Zhao Feng was stronger than she had anticipated.
But she couldn't back down.
The Immortal Lineage has already lost face at the entrance to the Chaos Sea. If Zhao Feng were to suppress them now, what would people outside say about Fang Han?
Mi Bao flipped her palm over.
A seven-colored umbrella was opened.
The umbrella rotated, casting down hundreds of rays of light, each connected to a phantom image of a magical artifact.
The Treasure-Dividing Rock hung above the umbrella, and the myriad treasures' energy converged once more.
As soon as Zhao Feng rushed out, a gold and silver chessboard appeared beneath his feet.
The chessboard has intersecting horizontal and vertical lines, dividing his position into hundreds of small squares.
Each small compartment contains a different treasure for suppression.
Blade flashes, sword shadows, thunderbolts, furnaces, ice rings, poison banners, bronze beasts.
Zhao Feng stood in the grid, surrounded by murderous intent from all sides.
Mi Bao gave a low shout, "Fall."
Hundreds of small squares on the chessboard erupted simultaneously.
Zhao Feng's figure was swallowed up by the light of the magic weapon.
The cultivators in the distance retreated in unison, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
The next moment, a loud thud echoed from the chessboard.
Boom!
Boom!
*Thump!* (End of Chapter)