Chapter 767: His Fate Was Bad!
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Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The sky was gray, and Qu Tianfang floated in the air with several people, looking at the deep pit ahead with a serious gaze.
With Qu Tianfang’s discerning eyes, it was immediately evident that this pit was created by a single blow.
Moreover, the soil inside the deep pit was not vitrified by high temperatures at the moment, but rather soft, covered with countless dust. This indicated a penetrating force had caused the pit.
The true damage caused by this blow was far more severe than what the deep pit appeared to be.
Only a peak expert of the Mountain Sea Realm could cause such a change in terrain. Qu Tianfang could also perceive the fragments of dozens of Mountain Sea Realm soul imprints within the deep pit.
Clearly, in this single blow, at least a dozen Mountain Sea Realm experts died on the spot, without even a chance to evade or escape.
Qu Tianfang looked into the distance, his eyes flickering with a faint light. Some Mountain Sea Realm powerhouses managed to escape, but their injuries were severe, leaving deep soul imprints lingering in the void.
“What exactly happened here?”
Qu Tianfang pondered, his gaze deep, but he didn’t step into the deep pit. Instead, he turned around and left directly.
Even someone from the Tianyang Sacred Land like him couldn’t help but feel a bit startled by such power. More importantly, if he were to face such a forceful impact, even with the protection of Sacred Land techniques, he would ultimately find it difficult to escape death.
This already far exceeded what could be resisted in the early stages of the Mountain Sea Realm.
“The person who just left the pit might know something. Perhaps he really does.”
Qu Tianfang lifted his head slightly, recalling the explorations many elders in his own Sacred Land were currently undertaking. If even the Feihuang Sect had undergone such changes, then were those explorations too dangerous?
“First, capture that person who just left and get some answers.”
A jade talisman appeared in Qu Tianfang’s sleeve, faintly shimmering.
Thousands of miles away, Ling Shourong’s gaze was cold as he looked ahead.
Using the Roc Talisman, Ling Shourong had initially thought that the three of them could intercept the person ahead in a short time.
But now, after chasing for such a long time, although the distance between them had narrowed, there were still over thirty miles to cross.
Based on their recent experience, to completely erase this distance, they would still need to chase tens of thousands of miles.
Ling Shourong was now somewhat hesitant about whether to continue the pursuit.
After all, the only one who harbors enmity towards the person ahead is just Liao Zhixiu, and it has nothing to do with them.
As for whether they can really intercept and extract some information from the person, it’s also uncertain. Perhaps that person just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and knows nothing at all.
Ling Shourong pondered for a moment, about to speak, when suddenly the Roc Talisman in his sleeve trembled slightly, followed by a message emanating from it.
“What’s wrong?”
Gu Baiquan turned to look at Ling Shourong, also noticing the unusual movement of the Roc Talisman.
“The Sacred One sent a message, asking if we intercepted the person,” Ling Shourong whispered.
Ling Shourong hadn’t expected that Qu Tianfang would still be concerned about this matter. From the information on the Roc Talisman, it was clear that Qu Tianfang wanted them to capture the person.
“It seems that person ahead is in trouble!” Gu Baiquan chuckled softly.
Earlier, Ling Shourong didn’t want to continue the chase, and Gu Baiquan could tell because even he didn’t want to pursue further.
But now, with Qu Tianfang’s orders, even if they didn’t want to chase, they had to continue, unless they didn’t want to maintain a good relationship with Qu Tianfang.
In such a situation, what else could explain the trouble the person ahead was in?
Liao Zhixiu remained silent throughout, but a faint smile had appeared on his face.
The speed of that person’s movement was something Liao Zhixiu hadn’t antic.i.p.ated.
If he couldn’t take revenge this time, then there wouldn’t be much hope in the future. Judging from the opponent’s displayed comprehension of techniques, it wouldn’t be realistic to think about breaking through to the mid-stage of the Mountain Sea Realm to seek revenge in the future.
Several hours later, in a continuous mountain range.
“Boom!”
A loud explosion resounded, as Chen Fei wielded the Changheng Sword to intercept Ling Shourong’s arrows. He used the force to move backward, evading Gu Baiquan’s sword strike and Liao Zhixiu’s knife slash.
Seeing Chen Fei unscathed after intercepting his arrows, Ling Shourong’s eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch slightly. This level of strength was indeed impressive, no wonder he could injure Liao Zhixiu.
“Is it a bit excessive for the three of you to chase me for tens of thousands of miles?”
Chen Fei sensed the three auras locked onto him and looked up at Ling Shourong and the others.
Without the advantage of distance and with his speed slightly inferior, Chen Fei’s clone no longer had the possibility of continuing to flee.
“The Sacred One has requested your presence. If you’re sensible, you’ll seal your cultivation and come with us for some questioning. Naturally, we’ll let you go afterward!” Ling Shourong raised his head slightly, looking at Chen Fei, his voice solemn.
“Your strength is impressive, and in a one-on-one situation, the outcome is uncertain. But now, you have no chance!” Gu Baiquan spoke as if he were being kind.
However, this was just rhetoric. Gu Baiquan preferred to complete the task without bloodshed.
As for how things would proceed after Chen Fei surrendered and bound himself, it would be entirely up to them.
Liao Zhixiu stood to the side, sneering at Chen Fei.
Whether Chen Fei accepted or resisted, he had plenty of ways to deal with him. In the current situation, the advantage was completely on their side.
“The Sacred One?”
Chen Fei’s eyebrows twitched slightly, surprised to find someone from a Sacred Land among the group.
But at the time, they were dozens of miles apart, and both their auras and soul imprints were indistinct.
“What do you want to ask? You can ask now,” Chen Fei spoke softly.
“The Sacred One wants to ask you in person.”
Ling Shourong shook his head, staring directly at Chen Fei, his voice firm. “I’ve already told you what you need to know! Give us an answer now, or don’t blame us for taking action later!”
Ling Shourong’s words started small but grew as they progressed, resonating like the tolling of a great bell, shaking in all directions.
“Don’t make things difficult for yourself!” Gu Baiquan urged.
Chen Fei remained silent, merely raising the Qianyuan Sword slightly.
Sealing his cultivation, and even having Ling Shourong and the others subsequently seal him, would truly be akin to being fish on a chopping block.
“I knew you would resist!”
Seeing Chen Fei’s movement, Liao Zhixiu laughed loudly. His figure flashed, and he was already in front of Chen Fei, swinging his knife.
A roar like a raging wave resounded, and the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth instantly became viscous, as if it were about to seal Chen Fei on the spot.
Ling Shourong drew his bow and nocked an arrow, his fierce aura directly a.s.saulting Chen Fei’s soul. Although the arrow had not yet been released, it felt as if Chen Fei’s soul had been pierced through.
Ling Shourong didn’t shoot the arrow directly, instead aiming it at Chen Fei from a distance.
An arrow not yet fired was the most threatening. With Liao Zhixiu and Gu Baiquan attacking together, as long as Ling Shourong held the arrow like that, it would undoubtedly greatly distract Chen Fei’s concentration.
By then, his strength would inevitably be greatly affected, and Ling Shourong might not even need to shoot the arrow in the end for the battle to be over.
Gu Baiquan leaped upward and abruptly appeared behind Chen Fei, his residual shadow still lingering in front.
The sword in Gu Baiquan’s hand shimmered with faint starlight, each spark containing immense power. A slight touch would trigger a violent explosion.
With Liao Zhixiu in front and Gu Baiquan behind, they completely trapped Chen Fei in place.
Trying to move elsewhere, Chen Fei found Ling Shourong’s arrow completely locked onto his soul. But any movement would result in a lightning strike.
Chen Fei squinted slightly, a dazzling light radiating from his forehead.
Sensing everything in black and white, everything around him began to slow down.
The flow of spiritual energy in the heavens and earth, the surging waves of power on Liao Zhixiu’s blade, the frenzy on Gu Baiquan’s sword behind him, and the sharpness of Ling Shourong’s arrow.
A complete picture, presented from the perspective of a third party, unfolded entirely within Chen Fei’s mind.
It had been a long time since Chen Fei had encountered such a battle, one that required him to utilize every ounce of power within him.
Without doing so, the next moment would result in his destruction.
“Sizzle!”
With a burst of electric buzzing, a purple light illuminated Chen Fei, then spread throughout his entire body.
Chen Fei took a step forward, and the Changheng Sword touched Liao Zhixiu’s Rainstorm Blade. Utilizing the surging power of the rainstorm on Liao Zhixiu’s blade, the Changheng Sword instantly rebounded, blocking the Starwind Sword wielded by Gu Baiquan behind him.
“Clang!”
Although it seemed like two separate clashes, the clash of weapons sounded simultaneously. Chen Fei’s figure traced an arc, breaking free from the encirclement of Liao Zhixiu and Gu Baiquan.
“Chi!”
At that moment, a sharp arrow, aimed directly at Chen Fei’s soul, appeared in front of his forehead.
The arrow was less than three inches away from Chen Fei’s head. With Ling Shourong’s speed in shooting arrows, Chen Fei’s head would burst open in the next instant.
The timing and force of this arrow were perfect.
Chen Fei raised his eyelids slightly, and the next moment, the arrow pierced through his head. His body trembled slightly before dissipating.
Thousand Illusions Sky Travel, this was one of Chen Fei’s illusory bodies.
“Boom!”
The arrow struck the mountain below, breaking it in half, and countless rocks tumbled down, producing a deafening sound.
Ling Shourong narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing that Chen Fei had already shifted dozens of steps to the other side.
He had clearly locked onto Chen Fei’s real body, but at some point, Chen Fei had replaced himself with an illusion. With this ability, if Ling Shourong faced Chen Fei one-on-one, he might be killed instead.
Not to mention, the earlier joint attack by Liao Zhixiu and Gu Baiquan had been completely futile.
Before, he hadn’t quite grasped the extent to which the person in front of him had injured Liao Zhixiu. But after just one move, everything became clear.
This level of combat prowess would make one think he was from a Sacred Land.
He might not be a Sacred Land Prodigy, but he was much stronger than his peers in the same realm.
Chen Fei held the Changheng Sword, its tip pointing diagonally toward the ground, as he looked at Ling Shourong and the others.
In that moment just now, Chen Fei had displayed all the power of his illusion, and even under such pressure, his proficiency with the Purple Sky Heavenly Song Sword had increased slightly.
But now, this was all his illusion could achieve.
Both sides seemed unscathed, but under the combined attack of the three, Chen Fei couldn’t harm any of them, and if he made even the slightest mistake, he would be completely overwhelmed by their attacks.
Facing the joint attack of three peak experts in the early stages of the Mountain Sea Realm was extremely difficult to withstand!