Chapter 907: Ming Sha

Black mist diffused, and white light rippled.

Fei Qingyi rose on the wind, sword in hand, pausing amidst the clouds. The black-clad youth before him barely glanced at him, his gaze lightly sweeping past to settle on Cui Jueyin. With a flick of his sword, he handled the three opponents as if it were a game.

This was not unexpected. From the lake to Mount Tangdao, Fei Qingyi had encountered cultivators from both the Purple Smoke Sect and the Grand Owl-Sunflower Monastery, and all had looked down on him. Even rogue cultivators who had achieved Foundation Establishment still showed him some respect, but a guest elder of the Solar Dao Sect could treat him like a joke.

But today was different. The opponent's sword strikes were aimed squarely at An Siwei, causing the elder immense suffering. Though seemingly indifferent to Fei Qingyi, the opponent was subtly holding back.

Yet, the gourd below was raised high. How long could the lake endure?

As expected, the demonic cultivator was uncontrolled. Even Qi Refinement cultivators had to brave it. The first to block the red light were naturally the Fei family's Qi Refinement cultivators. One was swept by a sleeve, instantly turning into white bones.

He burst into laughter, then immediately turned. Unexpectedly, an old man arrived swiftly on the wind, shouting sternly:

"How dare you be so presumptuous!"

The demonic cultivator glanced over, seeing an old man in grey robes, a Qi Refinement cultivator, holding a sword. He immediately sneered:

"What are you?!"

At this moment, everyone collectively gasped. Chen Yang in the sky, in particular, changed expression dramatically:

"Lord, no!"

This person was precisely Chen Donghe!

Chen Yang disregarded the demonic cultivator's blade and sword, sweeping out a wave of sword light, attempting to intercept the demonic cultivator on the ground. Immediately, cultivators to his left and right also flew up. An Zheyin soared into the air, blocking in front of him. However, the red light in the sky didn't appear. Instead, a figure had already arrived, riding fire.

This person had a smile on his face, holding a golden hammer, stepping on raging apricot-colored flames. Who could it be but Li Jiangqian?

At this moment, the golden hammer, having long accumulated power, surged with raging flames and smashed towards the opponent. Before the magical artifact even arrived, a wave of fire rushed forth, causing the demonic cultivator's expression to change:

'Good Li Fire!'

So he tried to draw a blade from his sleeve, but saw the man before him move his throat and directly spit out apricot-yellow flames, heading straight for his face.

The Great Li Scripture's fighting techniques were quite strong, and its flames were even more ferocious. The demonic cultivator had no choice but to activate a spell to resist the Li Fire. With a chaotic clang, black smoke erupted in the sky. The gourd, like a bird with broken wings, its black smoke scorched by the Li Fire, spiraled erratically downwards.

His spell was hastily cast, and he hadn't expected the flames before him to be so fierce and powerful. He only managed to neutralize a small portion, with the remaining large portion scattering over his body, scorching him pale.

Li Jiangqian rarely made a move, and now that he had broken through to the Mid Foundation Establishment Stage, his sudden appearance and the flames brightened everyone's eyes. The previously tense atmosphere eased, and Fei Qingyi even called out:

"Family Head is mighty."

Li Jiangqian's golden hammer moved forward again. He turned his face and gave Fei Qingyi a smile. Although it was a smile, his eyes were very cold, even carrying a hint of mockery.

'Family Head… this must undoubtedly be a direct descendant of the Li family!'

Although the demonic disciple before him was scorched by the flames and looked terrible, he was secretly overjoyed.

After dozens of rounds, the two in the sky could no longer contain Cui Jueyin. Li Jiangqian fought even more fiercely, layers of apricot flames accumulating on his opponent, causing him to shriek. His heart grew ruthless:

'Good, good, good… To this extent, only one is willing to come out… Truly cautious!'

But before he could finish his ruthless thoughts, he saw the young man before him lightly shake his sleeve. From it flew out a painted screen, which instantly swept away all the black mist in the air. Then a golden blade shot out from it, heading straight for his face.

He was instantly startled and alarmed, slapping out a talisman and activating his immortal foundation. With a clang, he blocked the golden blade. He was originally the weakest, sent down as bait to kill mortals. How could he withstand a sudden ancient magical artifact? All the black mist was restrained by the screen, leaving him powerless to resist, and a great hammer was already swinging towards him!

"Boom!"

A black cloud instantly erupted in the sky. His entire chest collapsed, burning with raging Li Fire. Terrified, he immediately crushed the jade pendant in his sleeve.

Everyone on the field was startled, but Fei Qingyi could no longer wait. His expression was anxious, and a chill ran through his heart:

'What are they still waiting for… It seems no one else will come out…'

But in that moment of distraction, he felt a warmth at the back of his head, and suddenly alarmed, he turned around, only to find that the youth with the golden hammer had appeared behind him at some unknown point, looking at him with a cold smile.

Fei Qingyi's heart instantly plummeted to rock bottom, as if soaked in cold snow, and he whispered:

"Fa… Family Head…"

Li Jiangqian was unhurried, barely moving. His eyes, which Fei Qingyi had always been afraid to meet, looked at him with mockery:

"Lord Fei, who are you waiting for?"

This sentence, filled with cold sarcasm, made his heart sink deep into the ice and snow. As his mind reeled, names gradually surfaced in his thoughts:

'Did that True Man deceive me? Has Li Ximing returned… or is there another Purple Mansion expert by the lake?'

Bai Jiangxi.

Helian Wumeng was clad in armor, holding a long-handled oar-blade. His armor gleamed faintly silver in the shadows. He looked quite leisurely, watching the south like an onlooker, occasionally clicking his tongue in admiration.

Only when the apricot-colored Li Fire erupted did he chuckle softly, stepping forward and saying with a smile:

"The rigid ones are easy to deal with; kill a few people, and they can't sit still!"

But after only two steps forward, he narrowed his eyes slightly and halted.

The black mist in the clouds before him dispersed, revealing a man standing silently.

This man was clad in golden armor, gleaming platinum, forming fine, dense scales. He was tall, with a calm expression. Most peculiar were his eyes, which glowed with intricate dark gold in the darkness.

Rolling white qi whistled out from beneath his feet, transforming into a bright white ocean that rapidly spread, taking on various forms: sometimes white cicadas chirping, sometimes qilin-beasts pouncing. It completely dissolved the black smoke and malevolent energy pervading the sky.

Now, having revealed himself, he simply stood still. The darkness in the sky swiftly dissipated, receding northward like a tide, shrinking until it was behind Helian Wumeng, forming a small patch of black sky on the northern horizon, confronting the brightness of the south.

The smile on Helian Wumeng's face gradually stiffened.

'Mingyang… not Li Ximing… The Li clan has more trump cards…'

His gaze gradually turned cold. He was neither angry nor annoyed, merely sneering:

"May I ask which fellow Daoist this is?"

The golden-eyed, scale-armored man looked up slightly, and saw the clouds in the sky transforming into a qilin-beast made of white qi and colorful clouds. It descended from the heavens, holding a long, shaped weapon, circled him once, and then delivered it into his hand.

It was a long halberd, with a crescent-moon-like curve at its center, enveloped in pervasive spiritual energy. Amidst the rolling white qi, it emitted streaks of bright light, each seeming to solidify, piercing through the clouds, appearing and disappearing.

He inverted the halberd, pointing it directly at Helian Wumeng. Its cold tip gleamed, and his voice was deep:

"Moon-Gazing Lake, Ming Huang."

Helian Wumeng was a direct descendant of the Tiefo Kingdom, a prodigy who had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the northern desert. There was no hesitation in his expression; instead, a surge of excitement appeared in his eyes. He glanced at Ming Huang with a smile:

"I've been fighting in the northern desert for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered such a person!"

He flicked his long-handled oar-blade upwards. His armor plates glowed one by one, and the eighteen glazed pearls on his waist shimmered. A fierce wind whistled past, lifting his black hair and revealing the white bone necklace on his neck. He said coldly:

"Tiefo Kingdom, Helian Wumeng."

Before his words finished, the sky brightened. A halberd had already swept across the sky, rapidly enlarging in his vision, reflecting brilliant white light. Its cold edge rushed towards him, causing his pupils to dilate rapidly.

"Clang!"

The colorful light and fiery sparks from the clash of divine abilities mixed together, creating vast ripples in the air. The long-handled oar-blade was held true, already parrying in front of him. The Great Sheng Halberd, pure white as snow, with its branch-like tip covered in scale-like patterns, was barely an inch from his face.

"Good!"

To Helian Wumeng's surprise, a hint of delight flashed in his eyes. Rolling malevolent energy had long surged up his body, turning into dark, empowering light. But in that brief instant, the magical artifact parried by his long-handled oar-blade had vanished, transforming from a sweep to a chop, descending from the sky with rolling white light!

"Boom!"

White smoke shot into the sky. Helian Wumeng righted his long-handled oar-blade, planted it on the ground, and exhaled with a laugh. The golden-eyed youth opposite him, his scale armor shimmering under the sunlight, held his halberd pointed towards the ground. Helian Wumeng narrowed his eyes, his figure already vanishing from his spot.

"Clang!"

However, the youth before him held the halberd with both hands, raising it level, and with a clang, blocked the descending oar-blade, which was neither quite a spear nor a blade. The dark clouds in the sky were immediately dispersed by the soaring colorful light of divine abilities. Following that were increasingly fierce clashing sounds. They fought for dozens of rounds. Although Helian Wumeng was burning hot, he felt immensely exhilarated. The demonic light of his long-handled oar-blade grew more majestic with each accumulation, like a dragon piercing the sea, bringing black light through.

Li Zhouwei immediately retracted his halberd, inverted its shaft, and moved sideways. The scales of his armor bristled under the malevolent light, emitting a harsh buzzing sound.

"Ding!"

The halberd flicked and jabbed. Its crescent-moon-like branch hooked the long-handled oar-blade, tapping it gently like a dragonfly touching water. While the main body avoided the blow, the divine abilities collided, transmitting a force like a mountain collapse and a tsunami into the man's hands, making him laugh as he released his deflected spiritual artifact.

Rolling white smoke shot into the sky, and the spiritual artifact suddenly vanished, followed by the arrogant laughter of the Northern Di man:

"Good, good, good! Southerners only excel at swords; the rest are not refined. It's rare to meet someone who fights so openly and is a worthy opponent! Let's fight!"

Rolling malevolent energy surged up his armor. Two vertical marks slowly appeared on either side of the man's face, each opening into a blood-red eye. In an instant, he transformed into a general from the netherworld, taking the flying long-handled oar-blade from the void again and charging forward as a streak of malevolent light.

On the other side, Li Zhouwei rose on golden light, his divine abilities swiftly re-enveloping the magical artifact in his hand. He glanced at it, seeing that the crescent-moon-like branch on the artifact was buzzing as if struck by lightning, seemingly having suffered minor damage.

After all, the Great Sheng was merely an ancient magical artifact. Even if he protected it with divine abilities at every turn, how could it compare to someone else's spiritual artifact?!

"Whoosh…"

A strong wind assailed his face. The person before him had already charged forward on the wind, bringing with him a sea of malevolent energy. Li Zhouwei's eyes slightly narrowed, his brow shining brightly, erupting with a pillar of light that pierced through the sea of malevolence, causing the clouds in the sky to solidify and black mist to diffuse:

Upper Radiance Suppressing Light!

Li Ximing's Upper Radiance Suppressing Light had only begun to be refined when he reached the divine ability stage, while Li Zhouwei had already cultivated it for over twenty years! At the same time, his Grand Palace Court shone brightly, and a golden dot emerged.

Purple Mansion Solar Spirit Item – Subduing Golden Ray!

Dense golden light pierced through the clouds. Helian Wumeng's expression was icy, the malevolent light on his body seeming to solidify into dripping water splashes. His long-handled oar-blade pointed forward! He confronted the beam of light head-on!

"Boom!"

Rolling white instantly surged into the sky, brightening the heavens. The evening dusk almost transformed into the light of dawn. The long-handled oar-blade instantly froze in the golden light, as if seizing, and began to vibrate slightly left and right. Then, suddenly, the long halberd shot out from the void.

"Clang!"

The crescent-moon-like branch emitted dazzling white light, firmly hooking onto the spear handle. It produced a harsh clash of sparks, generating immense force:

'How bold! Trying to seize my weapon!'

Helian Wumeng's ancestors had connections, and he had heard of Li Ximing's divine abilities. How could he not know that Mingyang's divine ability was skilled at suppression? How could he let go? But before he could react, the golden-eyed man surprisingly let go first, and a beam of heavenly light carrying divine ability struck towards his face.

The opponent had fought his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but Li Zhouwei had decades of combat experience, having defended against Mi Fan for ten years. How could he lack in fighting experience? If his magical artifact was inferior to the opponent's, it was only natural to use his shortcomings to counter the enemy's strengths!

Helian Wumeng sneered inwardly. The two eyes on his cheeks suddenly rolled, transforming into two red lights that gathered before him, causing the opponent's divine ability to seem as if it had sunk into a swamp. His long-handled oar-blade immediately tried to deflect and retract:

'Want to trade my strengths? I won't even give your weapon back!'

A hint of appreciation flashed in Helian Wumeng's eyes. Surging black flames had already ignited on Li Zhouwei's body, and astonishingly, four slender arms, golden and white, broke out from his dharma body, each holding an item!

In the upper left was a pure white ivory jade fan, rolling out raging Profound Qi flames. Below it was a small flag adorned with flying birds, releasing five kinds of boiling Li Fire. In the upper right was a white jade mountain with flying cranes, and in the lower right was a surging black flame halberd, its power astonishing.

All four burst forth with brilliance, falling simultaneously upon Helian Wumeng!

Sixty-Year Cycle Soul-Forging Halberd Art!

Yet, it was far from over. Behind the man clad in white and gold scale armor, a magnificent heavenly gate ascended through the clouds, soaring into the boundless firmament. Dragon-phoenixes circled around it, and its two white gateposts had already aligned, poised to suppress in an instant!

But Helian Wumeng's gaze remained fixed on the surging black flames. The exhilarating joy of battle he had felt previously halted, and his pupils suddenly dilated:

'Profound Qi? Daliang? The Tuoba family?!'

But this hesitation lasted only an instant. Without the slightest hesitation, he still refused to release the spiritual artifact in his hand. He lifted his long-handled oar-blade slightly, resting its tail across his chest. Grand malevolent energy also surged from his chest, as if opening the gates of the netherworld, spewing forth an endless torrent of demonic and malevolent qi:

'Thousand Bodies!'

Characters appearing in this chapter:

Li Jianglong, Gate-Venerating Heavenly Gate, Early Foundation Establishment StageLi Quewan, Awaiting Divine Uniqueness, Mid Foundation Establishment StageHelian Wumeng, Early Purple Mansion StageFei Qingyi, Early Foundation Establishment StageLi Zhouwei, Early Purple Mansion Stage