130: Fall

A mass of pitch-black demonic light suddenly erupted from Chen Liufeng's body, and countless runes were faintly flickering within the demonic light.

That mass of demonic light collided with the spatial confinement set up by "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint," and it actually burned a gap into the confinement like hot oil pouring onto snow.

Chen Liufeng violently broke free from the restraints, and the precious sword in his hand lit up again, but this time, the light on the sword was no longer silver-white, but had turned deep purple, with the faint sound of thunder emanating from the sword's body.

"Hum!"

The sound of the sword ringing resonated throughout the world, and an aura far exceeding the previous one erupted from the sword.

Chen Liufeng could no longer hold onto the sword handle with both hands, and he let out a muffled groan, flying backwards and falling into the distance, while the Flying Sword itself still slashed fiercely towards "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint."

This sword strike had no flashy special effects, but it carried a heart-palpitating pressure, as if even space itself would be severed by this strike.

"Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint's" countenance changed drastically.

He could feel that the Dao Concept contained within this sword strike was not the least bit weaker than his own — it was an overbearingly peerless Sword Dao, as if it wanted to use the sword to break through all obstacles in the world.

"Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" felt regret in his heart; he had only just recovered thirty percent of his magic power, and if he had been given a few more breaths of time, the situation might have been vastly different, but it was clear that the will attached to this sword was equally aware and did not give him that time.

Facing this sword strike, "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" did not dare to be the slightest bit careless.

He abruptly stopped absorbing Spiritual Qi, his hands quickly formed seals, ripples appeared in the space around him, and countless transparent spatial fragments swirled around him, forming a sturdy barrier.

"Bang!"

The sword collided with the barrier, emitting a deafeningly loud noise.

The spatial fragments disintegrated one after another, "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" was shaken into retreating repeatedly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't expect you old thing to still have some skills, but this will be the end for you."

At this moment, Chen Liufeng crawled up from the ruins, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of excitement.

Just at this moment, the Flying Sword stood in the void, and an aged voice actually emanated from the sword: ""Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint"? A mere Soul Transformation Peak cultivation dares to call himself a Saint, what a boast."

"Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint's" pupils contracted sharply: "Who are you?"

The voice in the sword carried a hint of mockery, "Guess, if you guess correctly, this seat might spare your life!"

"Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" remained silent.

This person knew a great deal about him, yet he had failed to see through this person's identity. Now, his condition was weakening with every breath, and he could not afford to delay any longer.

"There is no use in talking more, let's fight!"

A trace of determination flashed in "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint's" eyes.

He abruptly raised his hands, the space around him began to fluctuate violently, and countless tiny spatial cracks appeared beside him.

He took a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of golden blood essence; that was the essence of his lifelong cultivation.

"Burn my Dao, stabilize this universe!"

The blood essence fell into the air, instantly turning into light spots filling the sky, merging into the surrounding spatial cracks.

Those spatial cracks suddenly expanded, then violently closed, forming a huge spatial Domain.

In this Domain, everyone could feel that their movements had become sluggish, and even the flow of Spiritual Qi had slowed down.

This was "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint's" trump card!

Burning the spatial Dao he had comprehended in exchange for a brief period of Peak combat power.

The consciousness in the sword felt this aura and became a bit more solemn: "I didn't expect you to be willing to burn even your own Dao. You have some courage, so let this seat measure how well you have cultivated your Dao!"

"With me here today, I will not allow any demonic Cultivator to run rampant and bully my clansmen!"

"Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" knew what kind of terrifying existence the will in this sword was, so he made up his mind in his heart that he must destroy this strand of Divine Sense here, otherwise, it would be an endless disaster!

The man and the sword instantly fought together, and Chen Liufeng also retreated to the side of the field. His heart was filled with terror; with his Nascent Soul Peak cultivation, any ripple from this battle could bring him a fatal disaster.

Spatial blades and Sword Qi constantly collided, destroying the surrounding palaces and city walls one after another.

Yang Kai and the others had long since retreated outside the imperial city, watching from afar.

They could see that the battle between "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" and this mysterious Flying Sword was becoming increasingly intense; space was constantly disintegrating and reforming, and the turbulent Spiritual Qi swept across the entire field like a tsunami.

Occasionally, the aftershocks of the battle would spread outside the city, making Yang Kai and the others terrified.

"Is this the battle of high Realm Cultivators?"

Yang Kai muttered to himself, his heart full of shock.

He had previously thought that Nascent Soul Cultivators were already the pinnacle of the world; only today did he realize that what he had seen was merely a corner of the cultivation world.

The battle only lasted for the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

"Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint's" aura was getting weaker and weaker; the combat power he had gained by burning his Dao was, after all, short-lived.

"Pfft!"

"Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" was hit by the sword again, and this time, he could no longer maintain the spatial Domain, falling heavily to the ground.

He looked at the slowly approaching sword shadow, his eyes full of bitterness and unwillingness.

The voice in the sword spoke in a flat tone: "Your comprehension of the Dao is passable, but it's a pity you took the wrong path. Dying under this seat's sword is not a disgrace to you."

As he spoke, the Flying Sword stabbed towards "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint."

With one sword strike.

The last trace of light in "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint's" eyes dissipated, and his body gradually turned into light spots filling the sky, vanishing into the air.

This first generation Old Ancestor of the Du Pang Dynasty had ultimately fallen today.

Once "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" died, the spatial confinement he had set up disappeared completely.

The demonic Cultivators, like wild horses breaking free from their reins, launched an attack on the remaining forces of the Du Pang Dynasty again.

Several Nascent Soul Ancestors, seeing that the situation was bad, had long since fled the scene; the garrison in the city seemed to have lost their backbone and soon collapsed.

Meng Jingyi, escorted by a few guards, fled towards the outside of the imperial city, though it was unknown whether he could escape alive.

Yang Kai and the others looked at the tragic scene before them, their hearts heavy.

They had originally thought that after "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" awakened, the battle situation would take a turn for the better, but they hadn't expected that they would lose in the end.

"Let's go!"

Yang Kai said to Zi Ning and the others, "Elder Xuanqing's reinforcements have been late to arrive; if we stay any longer, I'm afraid there will be danger. Let's return to the Flowing Cloud Sect first and then discuss it further."

Zi Ning nodded; she also knew that staying in the imperial city right now would only mean throwing their lives away in vain.

The group did not hesitate any longer and fled in the direction of the Flowing Cloud Sect.

However, they hadn't gone far when a cold voice came from behind them: "Want to leave? It's not that easy!"

Yang Kai and the others turned back and saw Chen Liufeng standing not far away, pointing the sword that had killed "Xu Ji, Unrestrained Saint" at them.

Beside him, countless Clones had appeared out of nowhere, each holding a long sword identical to the zhanlu sword, with an aura exactly the same as Chen Liufeng himself.

"Isn't your Flowing Cloud Sect a major sect of the Righteous Path? What, now you only know how to run?"

Chen Liufeng sneered, his words full of hatred, "Today, I will let you Righteous Path Cultivators taste what it feels like to be slaughtered!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and countless Clones rushed towards Yang Kai and the others.

Each Clone was executing a different sword technique; some were fierce and overbearing, others were sinister and tricky, completely blocking the retreat of Yang Kai and the others.