79: Chapter 79 Tiger in front, wolf behind
Whoosh!
A figure in a white robe shot towards the flowing light boat at high speed. His face was deathly pale, his Aura was weak and listless, and even his white robe bore scorch marks.
The moment Ning Yuan heard the furious roar, he knew exactly who had come. He hadn't expected the old man to be so tenacious, to actually survive the heavenly lightning.
"Old man, you were lucky enough to survive, yet you still come here seeking death!"
Ning Yuan smiled faintly, but there was not a trace of mirth in his eyes. Now that his path was blocked, if he didn't deal with him, the Yin Souls would surely catch up before long.
"Little Beast! Until I kill you, I won't be able to rest in peace even in death!"
He Feng spat out the words through gritted teeth, his eyes brimming with intense, venomous hatred. That bout of heavenly lightning had completely exhausted the accumulations of his hundreds of years of cultivation; otherwise, he wouldn't have survived.
Even so, he had paid a terrible price. His cultivation would never advance another step in this lifetime. Severing a person's path of cultivation was akin to killing their parents.
With such a deep-seated hatred, how could He Feng possibly let Ning Yuan go? If he didn't kill Ning Yuan, it would be just as he said—he would die with eyes wide open.
"This old bastard!"
Ning Yuan was seething with rage inwardly, his face darkening to the extreme. If it weren't for this man, he would have escaped long ago. His hatred was so intense he could hardly bear it, so why waste more words?
"Jiaojiao, go! Finish this quickly! Since he's looking for death, let's grant his wish."
"Yes, Master!"
As soon as the words fell, Du Jiaojiao, standing beside him, erupted with a dense killing intent. She then stomped her small foot and transformed into a streak of purple light, shooting forth violently.
"A mere Soul Transformation Early Stage Cultivator dares to come kill this old man? How presumptuous!" He Feng watched the approaching figure. Though his words were dismissive, his eyes were filled with gravity, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.
He knew his own condition well. In his current state, he truly might not be a match. But he couldn't afford to care about that now. If he didn't deal with Ning Yuan here, he might never get another chance. He had to gamble, no matter what.
A terrifying surge of Spiritual Qi erupted from He Feng's body. Bare-handed, he charged to meet Du Jiaojiao, and they collided violently. A life-and-death battle instantly erupted.
Seeing the fierce battle erupt between the two, Ning Yuan grew increasingly uneasy, his brow furrowed tightly as if a sense of danger was gradually closing in.
Whoosh!
Soon, Ning Yuan's premonition came true. Merely a few breaths later, a patch of black mist arrived behind the flowing light boat. The mist then condensed, revealing a burly, muscular man:
"Human, your time of death has come! You summoned the heavenly lightning, slaughtering countless Yin Souls, and you think you can just walk away?"
Ning Yuan's heart sank to the bottom. Speak of the devil! He had just been worried the Yin Souls would catch up, and here one was, arriving in the blink of an eye. Couldn't it be a little slower?
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Ning Yuan let out a soft sound of surprise, noticing something amiss. This Yin Soul's cultivation had actually been damaged; the Aura around it was only around the Golden Core level, and it still carried the lingering scent of heavenly lightning.
"Heh heh..."
Upon this discovery, Ning Yuan immediately laughed. This Yin Soul was truly confident. Even with its cultivation fallen, it still dared to pursue him.
Hearing Ning Yuan's soft chuckle and feeling looked down upon, the Yin Soul's face twisted with brutality:
"Human, are you underestimating me? Or are you relying on that half-dead woman beside you?"
"Against your level of strength, I alone am more than enough!" Ning Yuan sneered. Then, with a flick of his wrist, 'Yuan Zhi' appeared in his hand, and a vast Sword Intent soared into the sky.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he swung 'Yuan Zhi'. Countless dazzling Sword Rays enveloped the Yin Soul, mixed with fierce gusts of wind, creating a rather imposing spectacle.
"How arrogant, human! Not only do you not obediently await death, but you dare to strike first! Truly ignorant of life and death!" The Yin Soul roared angrily, its face full of rage. Did this human really think that just because its Realm had fallen, its strength was lacking? What a huge joke.
Boom!
It then drew a large saber, two *zhang* long, and brandished it fiercely. Innumerable saber rays, like raindrops, streaked across the sky, violently colliding with the Sword Rays.
"Look after yourself!"
Ning Yuan instructed Tao Yao without turning his head. His figure then transformed into a streak of sword light, pouncing towards that Yin Soul, leaving only a faint echo of his voice lingering in Tao Yao's ears.
Tao Yao watched his departing back and immediately realized her own precarious situation. Now she was alone. If anything unexpected happened, she would undoubtedly die.
She then flipped her jade-like hand, and a golden, shining Talisman appeared in her palm. Channeling a trace of spiritual power, she activated the Talisman. Immediately, layers upon layers of golden armor plates materialized, covering her alluring figure.
After doing this, the enchanting expression on Tao Yao's face eased slightly. It was fortunate she hadn't used the Golden Armor Talisman given to her earlier; otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do now.
"I didn't expect his strength to be quite decent!"
Tao Yao's beautiful eyes turned towards Ning Yuan, who was now locked in combat with the Yin Soul. Her luscious, crimson lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself.
She had originally thought Ning Yuan was just a useless fool who only relied on external objects. She hadn't expected his strength among Cultivators of the same Realm to be far from weak.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
At this moment, Sword Intent surged around Ning Yuan. The constant metallic clashes between 'Yuan Zhi' in his hand and the large saber sent sparks flying in all directions, while Sword Rays and saber rays continuously shot off in every direction.
"Human, is this your confidence? If you have no other skills, then die here!"
The Yin Soul growled lowly, its disdain evident. Ning Yuan's strength might be decent among those of the same Realm, but compared to itself, he was still far inferior!
Before its Realm fell, it was a genuine Soul Transformation Realm expert. Even with a fallen Realm, it was not someone Ning Yuan could compare to.
"Leveling the Heavens!"
As soon as the words left its mouth, an extremely powerful Sword Qi suddenly appeared before its eyes. Its heart filled with shock and terror, and its body hastily shifted to the side, barely dodging the strike.
Ning Yuan sighed inwardly in regret. Such a good opportunity, and he still hadn't hit his opponent. It seemed that even with its cultivation fallen, it wasn't so easy to deal with.
Feeling the residual scorching heat in the air, the Yin Soul broke out in a cold sweat. Luckily, it had reacted in time. Otherwise, even if it wasn't cleaved in two, it would have been burned to ashes by those flames.
"What kind of fire is that?" The Yin Soul's face paled a few shades as it asked, still shaken. It seemed this person had some tricks up his sleeve; it would have to be careful from now on.
"The kind that can burn you to death!" Ning Yuan sneered. Although the Extreme Yang Fire countered Yin Souls, it still had to hit its target. It seemed he needed to change tactics.
A trace of gray light flashed in the depths of Ning Yuan's eyes. The Fire of Divine Sense was unleashed. Instantly, a gray light flashed before the Yin Soul's eyes. Its mind felt as if it were being scorched by raging flames, and its body staggered back a step in pain.
"Divine Sense attack?"
The Yin Soul's eyes revealed shock and gravity, its face contorting in pain. After calming the agony in its mind, it asked warily, "A Divine Sense attack?"
"That's right. Seems you have some knowledge after all!" Ning Yuan said calmly, but inwardly frowned. The Fire of Divine Sense hadn't managed a one-hit kill as he'd hoped. It seemed its cultivation had merely fallen; other aspects probably hadn't been damaged too severely.
However, it wasn't completely unaffected. As long as he seized the opportunity, it wasn't impossible to finish it off.