Chapter 464: Chapter 462: Clash of Titans

In mid-air, a figure stood, radiant and graceful. Her waterfall-like strands of ebony hair draped down to her waist. Clad in a long, red dress, it perfectly accentuated her alluring curves—breathtaking, possessing a charm that made one’s heart race.

So it is her…

Upon seeing Yang Wanyi hovering in mid-air, Luo Feng wore an expression devoid of much surprise.

Earlier, he had already detected Yang Wanyi’s presence.

“Yang Wanyi, the ’Fire Proud Sun’! So it’s you!”

Xuekui looked up at Yang Wanyi, the corners of his eyes twitching fiercely. Coldly, he scoffed, “Last time at the Red Flame Desert, you managed to escape. I didn’t expect you to dare show up before me again! Unfortunately, you’re not my target today. I’ll give you one chance: disappear from my sight immediately, and you might save your life.”

At his words, Yang Wanyi’s gaze shifted from Luo Feng to Xuekui, her alluring red lips curving into a seductive smile. “Spare my life? Xuekui, you seem a bit too self-confident. Do you really think my strength is the same as it was three months ago?”

Three months ago, Yang Wanyi had encountered Xuekui in the Red Flame Desert. She had just broken through to the Spiritual Rotation Realm and, knowing herself to be no match for him, she did not engage in battle and left the desert.

“Hahaha… I am now at the second level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. Do you think your strength could catch up to mine in just three short months? It’s always said that you ladies from Linglong Hall are all arrogant and conceited. Today, it seems, that’s certainly true,” Xuekui burst out laughing, his gaze filled with disdain.

As his laughter ceased, Xuekui’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a fierce green light erupted from them. Coldly, he asked, “I’ll ask you one more time, are you sure you want to save this boy?”

Yang Wanyi pursed her red lips and looked towards Luo Feng, her captivating, slender, liquid eyes glinting as she blinked her long lashes. “TEE HEE… he is my fiancé. It seems I don’t really have another choice, do I? Isn’t that right, Luo Feng?”

This enchantress…

Luo Feng suppressed the flirtatious thoughts in his mind and touched his nose. Getting the better of Yang Wanyi in a verbal spar was truly a Herculean task.

At the same time, he was somewhat puzzled. Why had Yang Wanyi suddenly appeared here? Could it be that she actually came to rescue me?

“It seems you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin! Fine then, I’ll send you both on your way together. Let you become a pair of ill-fated lovers!”

With a cold huff, Xuekui stomped on the ground. His dark figure rose into the air, hovering to face Yang Wanyi.

A faint smile lingered on Yang Wanyi’s lovely face. A wisp of flame danced on her slender, jade-like fingers, making her eyes gleam as she looked at Xuekui. “Since you’re so confident, make your move. Let’s see whether your Azure Blood Senro Saber will prevail, or my Tianluo Flame Shine Art is superior.”

Azure Blood Senro Saber Technique, Tianluo Flame Shine Art…

Hearing them name their respective arts, Luo Feng’s eyes flickered.

He had heard of both these Cultivation Techniques. The Azure Blood Senro Saber was a Saber Technique of the Blood Demon Sect, renowned for being incredibly lethal. It was said that the resentment of those killed by this Saber Technique would cling to the blade, increasing its power with every kill! This resentment could even form an effect similar to killing intent, suppressing a person’s spirit.

As for the Tianluo Flame Shine Art that Yang Wanyi cultivated, Luo Feng only knew it to be one of Linglong Hall’s Martial Arts.

“Hmph, that’s just what I intended! I’ll use you to christen my blade first, then I’ll kill that boy!”

Xuekui’s pupils turned an eerie green, and clusters of cyan mist emerged behind him. The moonlight shining on them seemed to be swallowed, an incredibly eerie sight.

Luo Feng frowned slightly, bracing himself. He might not be able to intervene in a clash between experts of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, but if an opportunity presented itself, he could still be of some use.

“Yang Wanyi, take this strike!”

Xuekui let out a long howl, a burst of bright green light flashed in his eyes. Gripping his curved blade with both hands, he slashed straight down, unleashing a cyan blade light.

SWISH!

The blade light, seemingly slow, was actually incredibly fast. On the cyan blade light, layers of cyan light continuously twisted into skull shapes, with dense ghostly shadows, giving off a grim and murderous aura.

What a peculiar Saber Technique.

Looking at the blade light, Luo Feng felt an icy chill wash over him.

This intense cold was not a physical sensation, but a sensation in the soul.

Xuekui’s blade light could suppress a person’s soul. An ordinary person would likely be scared to death by a single glance!

“Split!”

Yang Wanyi’s daimei furrowed slightly as she formed hand seals with her delicate, jade-like fingers. Drawing upon the void, dozens of Yuan Qi flames from her surroundings merged, forming a pillar of fire several meters thick that roared outwards.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

As soon as the pillar of fire appeared, it instantly dispelled the all-pervasive, sinister cold.

The next moment, a powerful flash of light exploded, illuminating the entire night sky as if it were daytime. The thunderous sound, like a bolt from the blue, sent shockwaves that blasted nearby trees to smithereens.

Under the impact, Luo Feng felt a little unsteady. He quickly circulated his Yuan Qi, watching the two figures confronting each other in mid-air, his heart trembling slightly.

Although this wasn’t the first time he had witnessed a duel between Spiritual Rotation Realm masters, each time was just as astounding. Forget facing them directly; even the aftershocks of their clash made his heart palpitate.

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. My current strength is just too weak. A peak Martial Artist of the Ninth Heavenly Court Realm, though considered top-tier in the four major academies, is merely a bottom-rung outer disciple in the Twelve Golden Palaces.

“You actually managed to block my strike!”

Xuekui didn’t continue his attack. His gaze on Yang Wanyi became serious, tinged with faint surprise.

He was already a Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Level master. How could she, who had only entered the Spiritual Rotation Realm three months ago, completely withstand his attack?

Yang Wanyi stood her ground, flames flickering in her eyes. Her red lips parted slightly as she chuckled, “Xuekui, you don’t think you’re the only one at the second level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, do you?”

As she spoke, the flames on Yang Wanyi’s body grew increasingly brighter, gleaming brilliantly. Her aura had more than doubled from before.

“Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Level!”

Xuekui’s low voice rumbled, his eyes fixed on Yang Wanyi. “In just three short months, you broke through a level. The ’Fire Proud Sun,’ one of Linglong Hall’s Shuang Jiaoyang—you truly live up to your name!”

Luo Feng wasn’t surprised by this; he had already discerned that Yang Wanyi’s cultivation was nearly on par with Xuekui’s.

“However, no matter how much you struggle today, you will undoubtedly die!”

A wicked smirk appeared on Xuekui’s face. The green light on his body surged skyward. His curved blade trembled nonstop, emitting a low, mournful sound, as if weeping or complaining. “Burning Soul Green Light Slash!”

With a cold snort, Xuekui took a step forward, his body enveloped in seething green light, bright and dazzling, as he launched an aerial slash towards Yang Wanyi.

WHINE! WHINE! WHINE! WHINE!

The green saber light, five meters tall, effortlessly split the air as it slashed towards Yang Wanyi. Within the blade light, numerous ghostly figures writhed, baring fangs and brandishing claws, as if wanting to pick someone to devour. It was as though a scene from hell had manifested in the mortal realm—utterly terrifying.

So this is the Azure Blood Senro Saber…

Luo Feng watched the blade light, his brow furrowed. He held his breath, staring intently at the saber light, as if trying to burn this momentary image into his soul.

Xuekui was a master Saber man in the Spiritual Rotation Realm; his Saber Technique proficiency was unfathomable. Luo Feng wanted to memorize their exchange to study it later, as it would surely aid his own Saber Technique practice.

If anyone knew what Luo Feng was thinking at this moment, they would surely curse him for a madman.

Two great Spiritual Rotation Realm masters were clashing; ordinary people would be scrambling to get away, who would be thinking about cultivation?

“Tianluo Burning Field!”

Yang Wanyi’s daimei slightly furrowed, her beautiful eyes becoming sharp, with faint flames flickering within. In an instant, the Yuan Qi flames around her swelled dramatically, soaring upwards. They formed numerous colossal pillars of fire, each four to five meters in diameter, creating a fiery space that rotated rapidly, guarding her on all sides.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The green saber light ruthlessly struck the pillars of fire, the explosions deafening. Blinding flames shot across the sky as one fiery pillar after another was cleaved apart by the saber light.

“Hahahaha… I’ve slaughtered over ten thousand people; my Azure Blood Senro Saber reached Small Success long ago! You think you can block me with your half-baked Tianluo Flame Shine Art? Truly delusional!”

Xuekui laughed arrogantly. Yang Wanyi also being a Spiritual Rotation Realm Second Level master had indeed surprised him somewhat. However, a Martial Artist’s strength wasn’t determined solely by cultivation level; Martial Arts mastery and combat experience were equally important.

Even if their cultivation was the same, he was confident that his Martial Arts mastery and experience far surpassed Yang Wanyi’s.

“Xuekui, aren’t you celebrating a bit too soon?”

Facing the massive, whistling saber light, Yang Wanyi’s delicate face still bore her usual smile. She pointed a slender finger into the air, her red lips parting slightly as she coldly spat out a single word.

“Explode!”

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

One column of fire after another continuously exploded near the green saber light. Scalding hot flames shot into the sky, dyeing it an intense red. After thirteen explosions, cracks appeared in the green saber light, which finally burst apart and dissipated into nothing.

“Damn it! Die!”

Xuekui’s face turned ashen. He roared, his entire body flooded with Yuan Qi. The green light on his curved saber intensified, blanketing half the sky as waves of frigid, menacing energy spread out.

“Asura Slash!”

Gripping his saber with both hands, Xuekui’s figure suddenly split into more than a dozen green lights in mid-air. Each light twisted into a saber-wielding skeleton, like Asuras crawling out of hell, shrieking as they rushed forward.

This is… Split Image!

Luo Feng watched the dozen or so green figures, his brow slightly furrowed.

His Soul Power was strong, allowing him to perceive clearly that these green figures were all formed from Yuan Qi, and each Asura possessed half of Xuekui’s strength!

Thus, Yang Wanyi was no longer facing just one Xuekui, but Xuekui and over a dozen Spiritual Rotation Realm First Level masters!

Following closely behind the green Asuras, Xuekui looked at Yang Wanyi and laughed triumphantly, “My Azure Blood Senro Saber has already reached the Small Success realm and can manifest these Purgatory Asuras! Yang Wanyi, accept your defeat!”

“That remains to be seen.”

Yang Wanyi’s bright eyes became solemn for the first time, though her tone remained as calm as ever. As she spoke, her long black hair danced in the wind, and she pushed her Yuan Qi to its absolute limit.

The next moment, the Yuan Qi flames surrounding her blazed with intensified light. From a distance, the massive pillars of fire looked as if they connected to the stars in the sky.

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