288: The flawed jade is the king (27).

The moment the Little Sage learned of Wang Yun's identity, the Yu Family Venerable notified their Heavenly Venerable through a secret technique. Knowing that this child must be kept here today, the Heavenly Venerable Yu Family immediately contacted the Heavenly Venerable powerhouses from two other ancient clans at a great cost.

Thus, this situation arose.

On the left stood a person wearing a gold robe, with raging golden flames burning around his body, warping and distorting even the space around him.

This was the Heavenly Venerable Old Ancestor of the Golden Crow Ancient Clan.

On the right stood a person with purple Qi coming from the east, but the purple Qi behind him was not an omen of good fortune; rather, it was a purple sun, emitting a destructive Aura.

He was the Supreme Sect Master of the Ziyang Divine Sect.

In the center stood a person with an aged face and sinister eyes; it was none other than the long-slumbering Heavenly Venerable remote ancestor of the Yu Family.

Three Heavenly Venerables.

The Heavenly Venerable Yu Family took a step forward, and a massive hand formed of Law reached directly toward Wang Yun on the terrace.

"Old Ghost Yu, I haven't seen you in thousands of years, and your skin has only grown thicker."

A cold, clear sound of a sword ringing resonated across the fields.

Li Chunfeng moved.

Though his figure remained still, the ancient sword on his back had already been unsheathed.

Clang!

A cyan Sword Qi shot into the sky, as if drawing an insurmountable chasm between heaven and earth.

Li Chunfeng took a step, blocking in front of Wang Yun.

Alone with his sword, facing the three Heavenly Venerables in the firmament, his clothes fluttered, and his expression was indifferent.

"You want to touch him?"

"Have you asked the sword in my hand?"

The Heavenly Venerable Yu Family's face darkened:

"Li Chunfeng, are you willing to make an enemy of my Immortal Yu Family, and even the entire top power of the Eastern Region, for the sake of an outsider?"

The Golden Crow Old Ancestor also sneered:

"Venerable Beihong, although your swordsmanship is divine, today all three of our families have arrived. Do you think you can protect him all by yourself?"

"Whether I can protect him or not, we shall see after we try."

Li Chunfeng said no more.

The long sword in his hand gave a slight tremor.

Hum!

An extremely sharp Sword Intent instantly spread out with him at the center.

Under the influence of this Sword Intent, the surrounding Void Realm actually transformed into a Domain of swords.

Every wisp of wind and every speck of dust turned into sharp Sword Qi.

"Arrogant!"

The Ziyang Sect Master was furious; the purple sun behind him crashed down, carrying terrifying high temperatures, smashing toward Li Chunfeng.

At the same time, the Golden Crow Old Ancestor and the Heavenly Venerable Yu Family also attacked.

The three Heavenly Venerables used three completely different powers of Law to seal this space.

Such a formation was enough to obliterate any powerhouse of the same rank.

"Sword, rise."

Li Chunfeng shouted softly.

He swung the long sword in his hand.

The sword shadows filling the sky were like a Dragon, forcefully tearing open a gap in the Law seal of the three Heavenly Venerables.

With his own strength, he fought the three Venerables alone.

Sword Qi rampaged for ninety thousand miles, a single sword flash chilling nineteen provinces.

The Cultivators around Guantai Terrace had long since fled in a panic, fearing they would be caught in the aftermath of this terror.

High in the firmament, the battle shattered the heavens and the earth.

The sword in Li Chunfeng's hand was exceptionally agile; at times like a violent storm, at times like a trickling stream, it managed to neutralize all of the three Heavenly Venerables' attacks.

"Damn it! Li Chunfeng's Dao of the sword has actually improved to this point!"

The Heavenly Venerable Yu Family became more and more alarmed as they fought.

The three of them had joined forces, yet they couldn't take down Li Chunfeng in a short time?

"Don't entangle with him! Kill the little one first!"

The Golden Crow Old Ancestor's eyes turned ruthless.

Their purpose for this trip was to strangle Wang Yun, not to determine who was superior compared to Li Chunfeng.

"Do it!"

The three looked at each other and instantly reached a tacit understanding.

The Ziyang Sect Master and the Heavenly Venerable Yu Family attacked with all their might, sparing no cost to their Origin to hold back Li Chunfeng's sword momentum.

The Golden Crow Old Ancestor seized the gap, his figure flickering as he turned into a golden stream of light, bypassing Li Chunfeng's defensive line.

His target was Wang Yun.

"Little beast, die!"

The Golden Crow Old Ancestor sneered, a sharp claw burning with the True Fire of the Sun, carrying the momentum to tear the Void Realm, clawing toward the top of Wang Yun's head.

This strike was swift and unparalleled, impossible to avoid.

"Despicable!"

Li Chunfeng shouted in anger.

He wanted to return to aid, but was dragged down by the other two fighting for their lives.

Ignoring the two Law attacks coming from behind, he forcibly twisted his sword momentum, using his Physical Body to withstand a heavy blow from the Ziyang Sect Master.

"Pfft!"

Li Chunfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his back a bloody mess.

But using this thrust, his speed surged, and the long sword in his hand turned into a meteor, arriving after the strike but hitting first.

Swish!

The sword light accurately slashed onto the Golden Crow Old Ancestor's wrist.

"Ah!"

The Golden Crow Old Ancestor screamed; the palm that was reaching for Wang Yun was severed at the root.

Li Chunfeng landed, grabbed Wang Yun by the shoulder, and shielded him behind his back.

"Senior!"

Wang Yun looked at Li Chunfeng's blood-stained back, his heart shaken.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Li Chunfeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes still cold and stern, but his breath was already slightly disordered.

"These three old guys have no shame. If we drag this out, we will both be left here."

He glanced at the space around them, which had been completely sealed.

Conventional escape methods had already failed.

"It seems we can only use that move."

Li Chunfeng took a deep breath, his eyes becoming resolute.

The Sword Qi in his body began to burn rapidly, and the ancient sword in his hand let out bursts of mournful cries, as if it could not withstand that massive power.

"One Step to the End of the World!"

Accompanied by a low shout.

Li Chunfeng's sword slashed fiercely at the Void Realm in front of him.

This sword was no longer meant to strike a person.

It was to strike the sky, strike the earth, and sever the shackles of this space.

Rumble!

A loud noise spread across the fields.

The originally rock-solid spatial barrier was actually forcibly split open by this sword, creating a huge crack.

Inside the crack was the turbulence of the Void Realm.

"Go!"

Li Chunfeng did not hesitate at all; he swept up Wang Yun and plunged headlong into that crack.

"Stop him!"

The Heavenly Venerable Yu Family roared.

The three attacked simultaneously, blasting toward that crack.

But the Sword Qi erupted, and the remaining Sword Intent formed a barrier, blocking their attacks.

When the smoke and dust dispersed.

The crack had already slowly closed.

The figures of Li Chunfeng and Wang Yun had long since disappeared.

"Damn it! Let them run!"

The Golden Crow Old Ancestor clutched his severed wrist, his face extremely ugly.

The Heavenly Venerable Yu Family's eyes were filled with malice, "Pursue! Follow the spatial fluctuations and pursue! That direction is... the Northern Plains!"

...

The Northern Plains, Demon Court.

This massive palace complex floating above the ice sheet symbolized the supreme power of the Northern Plains Yao Race.

Today, outside the Demon Court, an uninvited guest had arrived.

A middle-aged man.

He wore a shabby gray robe, his hair was gray, and a hideous scar ran across his face, extending from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, ruining his originally resolute face.

He stood alone in front of the Demon Court's magnificent mountain gate.

Although his figure was slightly hunched, standing there, his Aura was like a mountain.

In his hand, he held a sword.

That was no ordinary sword.

The sword body was entirely purple-gold, with Primordial Qi flowing over it, emitting an ancient and noble Saintly might.

If Wang Yun were here, he would surely recognize it at a glance.

This was the hongmeng sword.

It was the Saintly weapon he had exhausted his heart and blood to forge for his Family before he died in his previous life.

"Loaches of the Demon Court."

The middle-aged man spoke.

His voice was hoarse and low, yet it rolled over the Demon Court like muffled thunder, shaking the wind and snow backward.

"Get out here!"

Boom!

With his roar, the hongmeng sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed.

A purple-gold Sword Qi spanned the sky, slashing fiercely onto the Demon Court's Mountain-Protecting Formation.

Thud!

The entire Demon Court trembled violently, and countless Yao Race members looked up in terror.

"Return the Saint's purple Qi to my Family!"