Chapter 799: Flying Wing to Wing

Ouyang Feng tumbled down, his wings closed, spinning and contorting in mid-air like a diver as he plummeted towards the ground.

"What a foolish bird!" Pulin squinted, commenting. Yet, he was highly alert, raising his hand to take out his great bow, ready to personally shoot down the black swan.

In mid-air, Ouyang Feng was so enraged his nose almost crooked. He really wanted to curse, "Grandson, who are you calling foolish?!"

"Young Marquis, this is precisely what's known as a 'bird startled by a bowstring'," a master archer beside him explained to Pulin with a smile. "Young Marquis, please observe. There's a wound on its body, still bloody, clearly pierced by an arrow or some other sharp object. Now, seeing itself aimed at by a bow and arrow again, it's clearly panicked."

Ouyang Feng really wanted to say, "What the hell 'bird startled by a bowstring'?! That wound was inflicted by my soul light when I took over this body, alright?"

Upon hearing this, Pulin burst out laughing. "So, there really are 'birds startled by a bowstring' in this world!" he exclaimed. "This black swan is so comically stupid, it's adorable. Never mind, I won't shoot it down. Let's take another break. Have it plucked, cleaned, and roasted for us. We'll have something to eat!"

Ouyang Feng was utterly furious. He closed his eyes, for the distance was not great, and he feared the murderous glint in his eyes would startle them. He was forcibly restraining himself. Nevertheless, his body trembled with rage, quivering uncontrollably.

A knight chuckled, saying, "Young Marquis, look how terrified this 'bird startled by a bowstring' is. It's shaking uncontrollably in mid-air like chaff. Hmm, generally, the meat of such poultry is more delicious because it's extremely tense, its muscles are taut, and it's very chewy when roasted."

Ouyang Feng's trembling intensified. His face was so dark it looked like water was about to drip from it, and his entire body of feathers stood on end. Damn it, this was unbearable!

Another knight laughed, "Young Marquis, this is what 'hair-raising terror' looks like. This black swan is so frightened it's forgotten everything else, its wing feathers bristling. Hmm, I estimate it might even lose control of its bladder and bowels soon, perhaps even pass out from fright."

"The foolish bird is here," Pulin chuckled.

Ouyang Feng tumbled down and landed nearby, his rage so intense it made his liver ache. He instantly erupted, violently spreading his wings, using them like arms, even wanting to clench them into fists. But he tried, and they could only be used as palms!

Full of pent-up fury, he swung his wings, using them as large palms, and slapped them straight out. He held nothing back, activating his divine beast martial arts.

This was the legendary Roc Spreading Wings technique!

An adult divine Roc, once its wings were spread, could soar 90,000 li, causing heaven and earth to collapse. Space itself would be torn open by its golden wings, its power shaking the world. At such close range, he launched a sudden attack, striking like a black lightning bolt!

It must be said, Pulin was exceptionally talented and reacted swiftly, leaving an afterimage behind as he rapidly retreated.

One knight was struck by Ouyang Feng's wing, unleashing a blinding, thunderous light, accompanied by the sound of breaking bones and tearing tendons. The knight flew sideways, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood, clearly on the verge of death. This was primarily because Ouyang Feng not only used physical strength but also channeled soul light, projecting it through the knight's body to directly shatter his soul. Ultimately, the person disintegrated the moment he hit the ground.

"Boom!"

After his first successful strike, Ouyang Feng did not stop. He spun in mid-air and blasted towards another knight who had mocked him earlier, soul light flying out through his wings! This was no simple strike; it was a divine beast-level mental martial art, something Ying Xiaoxiao had told him about. Furthermore, he also had this inheritance within his own blood and soul.

"Kill him!" Pulin roared.

The sudden turn of events made his face as dark as water. He ordered everyone to act and immediately annihilate the black swan. That knight was formidable, but when faced with a true divine technique—the renowned soul light attack of the Golden-winged Roc clan—he couldn't defend at all. Because it was too sudden, at such close range, it was too late for him to dodge. He was struck by a beam of soul light that blasted through his forehead, piercing his skull.

"Ah..."

With a tragic cry, he fell backward onto the ground, dying instantly.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, a bowstring twanged. A master archer nearby decisively drew his bow, aimed at Ouyang Feng, and released a brilliant blue arrow. A blinding blue light erupted, burning fiercely, and shot towards Ouyang Feng. It didn't look like an arrow; it was more like a blue volcano crashing down. With a rumble, the blue light boiled.

"Damn it, you thought I was a soft persimmon to be bullied?! Your grandpa just upgraded to your ancestor!" Ouyang Feng yelled. He dodged to the side with a whoosh, not attempting to take the hit head-on. He was very excited and thrilled; this time, the spiritual arrow, imbued with masculine energy, didn't make him feel his soul was about to collapse. As long as he avoided it, he would be unharmed. A few days ago, when facing this arrow, even a slight graze had set him ablaze, leaving him in a rather miserable state.

Ouyang Feng swung his wings again, both vibrating in unison. Two dazzling and enchanting soul lights shot diagonally outwards, blasting towards the master archer. After all, he was a master archer of the Golden Body realm, a powerhouse among tens of thousands of elite soldiers, with extraordinary strength. He instantly dodged the soul light, then continuously drew his bow, firing several arrows at once.

At this moment, the others finally reacted and joined the fray. Under their very noses, this black swan had killed two of their quasi-Golden Body realm knights, enraging the entire group. Among them were formidable individuals of the true Golden Body realm. They roared, charging towards Ouyang Feng, their swinging fists unleashing turbulent energy that caused the barren plain to explode!

"Good, come on! Your Grandpa Ouyang, the Divine King, loves slaughtering arrogant Golden Bodies like you!" Ouyang Feng yelled. In fact, his eyes darted towards mid-air, checking where Chu Feng and the others were. He himself felt a little nervous.

"It's you, Jun Tuo's son?!"

At this moment, Pulin finally sensed a familiar aura. Combining it with Ouyang Feng's words, he instantly exploded, flames practically shooting from his eyes, his face covered in dark lines, his killing intent soaring. Because he recognized it: this was the strange bird with the black turtle shell on its back. Now it actually had a physical body?!

Ouyang Feng also instantly bristled, enraged. He roared, "Bullshit Young Marquis! Grandson, get over here! What the hell Jun Tuo, *you're* his grandson! I'll beat you to death!" He dodged a Golden Body realm cultivator and swooped towards Young Marquis Pulin, his wings fluttering. That was a partial martial art of the Phoenix Clan, spewing forth astonishing firelight as he blasted forward.

"Idiots, lowly ghost slaves! I've finally found you! None of you will escape, I'll shoot you all dead!" Pulin roared. He already knew that these people had consumed sacred medicine. Otherwise, how would they dare occupy fleshly bodies brimming with vital energy? This was a sign that they had cleansed themselves of their Yin energy.

Pulin's heart bled, and his vision darkened. He had pursued them for so long, yet he was still a step too late. These people's efficiency was simply too high. If they were ordinary Yin spirits, it would have been impossible for them to achieve this in less than half a month.

"I'll tear you all to pieces!"

Pulin roared, and from his mouth, a small golden banner shot out. It then unfurled in the wind, rapidly expanding, fluttering noisily, and obscuring the sky and sun.

"Kill!"

Ouyang Feng was horrified, for the golden banner's power was too astonishing. It made his body tense, all his feathers involuntarily bristled, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Boom!"

Indeed, once the large golden banner was in Pulin's hand, it displayed terrifying might, even more formidable than the killing moves of Golden Body realm experts. As the banner swung, a thousand-meter-high mountain in front instantly exploded and vanished from its spot, struck by the golden mist surging from the banner's surface. With just one strike, the mountain was reduced to ashes! If Ouyang Feng had been even a fraction of a second slower in dodging, he would certainly have been killed!

"This damned Young Marquis has a really powerful weapon! Hurry and act!" Ouyang Feng yelled, calling out to Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian. The power unleashed by this large banner was not necessarily inferior to that of a Golden Body Great Perfection expert. It could absolutely slaughter a large number of powerful individuals; it was a terrifying secret treasure!

Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian swooped down, but several master archers targeted them. Arrows flew out one after another, making the sky incredibly vibrant. Violent energy impacts erupted as if dozens of volcanoes were erupting, causing the sky to tremble. This was the might of master archers; every arrow was terrifying.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Red, blue, silver, purple, and gold arrows intertwined, sealing off heaven and earth. These arrows were horrifying; each one was enough to kill a Golden Body realm expert! Now, five master archers attacked together. In an instant, more than thirty arrows soared into the sky, creating a terrifying spectacle. The turbulent energy was enough to overturn dozens of large mountains. The sky itself trembled, with rumbling thunderclaps one after another. Energy light surged, almost overturning this world. Most terrifying of all, these arrows were imbued with a wisp of the master archer's soul light, capable of pursuing their enemies relentlessly until they were killed! Therefore, for those at the Golden Body realm, being enveloped by this net of arrows meant certain death!

Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian exchanged glances. Without hesitation, during their descent, they stuck close together, flying side-by-side, and simultaneously activated the Radiant Seven Treasures Technique. In an instant, the world was filled with brilliant, multicolored light, engulfing the space in front of them. All incoming arrows were covered, becoming silent and still, then shattered inch by inch. With a boom, all thirty-plus arrows were reduced to dust.

Then, the brilliant multicolored light swept downwards, instantly hitting three master archers, turning them into blood mist and utterly annihilating their forms and spirits on the spot. The other two master archers dodged quickly, but four people near them couldn't escape and were immediately melted by the colorful light, disappearing without a trace. As soon as this power was unleashed, the remaining people below gasped in chilling awe.

Ouyang Feng seized this opportunity to avoid Pulin and attack the others, eliminating two distracted knights. Pulin was both shocked and enraged. He had come to hunt down these people, yet in just one encounter, he had suffered heavy losses: three of his five master archers were killed, and eight knights had fallen. More than half of the dozen or so people he brought were gone.

"You ghost slaves, I'll kill you all!" Pulin's face was grim, his eyes chilling. He frantically activated the large golden banner in his hand, pursuing Ouyang Feng, while also warily watching Chu Feng and the other person swooping down from mid-air.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The large banner swayed several times, and Ouyang Feng shrieked. He was truly startled; as the banner's surface expanded, it covered the sky and earth, making it difficult to dodge. It instantly engulfed a hilltop in front, leaving behind only a pile of ashes.

"Pfft!"

Finally, Ouyang Feng exploded, his flesh and blood scattering. More precisely, his physical body disintegrated; the battle process was too intense, and this body was not suitable for his soul. His soul body escaped, using the physical body to block the subsequent attacks.

Pulin said coldly, "Yin spirits, you ghost slaves all die!" This banner was refined by his father; its power was comparable to a full-strength attack from a Golden Body late-stage evolutionist. One step further and it would touch the Sub-Saint realm. He glared fiercely at Ouyang Feng, pursuing him while also scanning Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian in mid-air.

"Kill!"

Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian arrived instantly. Seeing Ouyang Feng's physical body destroyed in an instant sent a cold sweat down their backs. They hadn't expected Young Marquis Pulin to possess such a terrifying weapon. They realized that they couldn't underestimate anyone!

"Ghost slaves, come here and die!" Pulin reprimanded. He abandoned Ouyang Feng and directly soared into the air to blast Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian. With this large golden banner in hand, coupled with some life-saving methods, he was confident facing anyone within the Golden Body realm. As long as no special old monster appeared, he could kill all his opponents.

*Swish! Swish!*

The large golden banner unfurled, instantly stirring up wind and clouds. Cloud mist obscured the sky, forming corrosive energy that threatened to engulf Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian.

"Let go of that!" Chu Feng roared.

His white wings merged with Ying Zhixian's, flying side-by-side, soaring across the sky. They activated their marvelous technique once more. This time, Chu Feng set his sights on the large golden banner, preparing to take it. Unfortunately, their coordination was not perfect this time. He used the "Sweeping Down All Things" technique, aiming to seize the banner, while Ying Zhixian employed an attacking technique, intending to blast the opponent into dust. This caused the marvelous technique to fail. As the large banner swept forth, there was truly rolling thunder, churning yellow mist, and astonishing corrosive energy, nearly engulfing both of them.

As they rapidly retreated, each unleashing Yin-Yang light and five-colored divine light, the banner's surface swept towards them. They narrowly avoided it but were still affected, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood and flying backward. The two white swans were stained with blood, almost turning into red swans, their blood-stained feathers falling. Even their souls were trembling. Fortunately, at the critical moment, they each activated Yin-Yang qi and five-colored soul light for self-preservation, otherwise they might have exploded. Beneath them, a magnificent mountain was shattered by the golden banner, rocks flying everywhere, creating a truly horrifying scene.

"What were you thinking at such a crucial moment?" Ying Zhixian asked Chu Feng.

"Didn't I just take a liking to his weapon? First seize the treasure, then blast him!" Chu Feng replied.

The two teamed up again, their blood-stained swan wings merging, their soul lights resonating and connecting. Then they unleashed an astonishing marvelous technique. A vibrant, small tree appeared in their soul light, then with a *swish*, a seven-colored divine light shot out, instantly enveloping the large golden banner.

"Huh? Come back!" Pulin roared. He was truly shocked because the large banner in his hand was no longer obeying him; it was directly drawn away and flew off.

"Haha..." Chu Feng laughed loudly, taking it.

"Lowly foreign Yin spirits, how dare you steal my secret treasure? Explode!" Pulin growled, his face incredibly grim.

On the large banner in Chu Feng's hand, a wisp of an imprint instantly revived, emitting a terrifying aura, clearly left by a formidable expert.

"Swish!"

In an instant, Chu Feng and Ying Zhixian's hair stood on end. This was absolutely an imprint left by a master they couldn't afford to provoke. Fortunately, it wasn't the true body or a remnant soul, just an imprint.

"Boom!" They acted decisively, attacking together and reactivating the Radiant Seven Treasures Technique. After the brilliant multicolored light swept through, the wisp of imprint was instantly stripped away and hurled into the distance. One could see that the void where the imprint had been exploded, revealing a terrifying black crack that sank the entire barren plain it covered, raising immense dust for dozens of miles around! They gasped in cold air; if their reaction had been even slightly slower, they would have been in grave danger!

Pulin and the knights behind him were astonished. That was the imprint of Pulin's father, Marquis Lingwei, and it had actually been stripped away! How astonishingly powerful must the marvelous technique of those two be? To be able to separate an imprint from a secret treasure made Pulin and the others unable to believe their eyes.

"Pulin, who did you call a ghost slave? Today, I'll make *you* a ghost slave!" Chu Feng roared.

Then, he and Ying Zhixian attacked again. A beam of seven-colored light shot down. Pulin couldn't dodge it at all. With a boom, he exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"Ah..." he screamed, his soul fragments reorganizing. He possessed a divine talisman, also bestowed by his father, which saved his life.

"Excellent. It's perfect to learn some information from you. Ghost slave Pulin, why aren't you kneeling?!" Chu Feng roared.