noffsinger Chapter 100 Acting
Chapter 100 Acting
At this moment, Zhao Zheng on the battlefield was continuously channeling magical power into the magic weapon above his head to resist Sun Li's attacks from outside.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, as if locked by some invisible and terrifying force, his body stiffened uncontrollably for a moment.
The magical power that was originally flowing smoothly and continuously into the Seven Star Bottle within his body was abruptly interrupted by this sudden stiffness.
In a battle between masters, half a breath can determine life or death.
The Seven Star Treasure Bottle, which was about ten feet in size, above Zhao Zheng's head suddenly lost its magical support, and the dazzling starlight it cast flickered violently for half a breath, revealing a fatal flaw.
"Hahaha! Star Palace's lackey, your death is nigh!"
Although Sun Li on the other side did not know why Zhao Zheng suddenly acted stupidly, how could a demonic cultivator who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood let go of such a golden opportunity?
Sun Li's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly made a hand seal.
The black demon banner, billowing wildly in the wind, let out a piercing ghostly howl. The gloomy winds instantly condensed into a hideous skull about ten feet in size, which opened its blood-red maw and bit down hard on the protective spiritual light that Zhao Zheng had hastily activated through the gap in the light barrier.
"Snap!"
With a sickening cracking sound, Zhao Zheng's protective aura was torn apart as easily as paper.
The violent demonic energy carried by the skull slammed into his chest.
"puff!"
Zhao Zheng coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard black rocks of Black Reef Island, creating a large crater.
His hair was disheveled, his face was ashen, several ribs were broken, and his breath was extremely weak.
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
On the other side, Fu Bai, who was struggling to hold on within the formation, was terrified when he saw this. His already shaky black bone shield showed several more flaws, and his body was also hit by the evil formation, leaving wounds.
"Stop struggling, just hand over the storage bag obediently, and I might let you go!"
Sun Li arrived through the air, looking down at Zhao Zheng, who was coughing up blood in the pit, his eyes filled with greed and mockery.
Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.
He never imagined that he, a special envoy of the Star Palace and an elder of the Wonderful Sound Sect, would actually capsize in this ditch.
But sensing the undisguised, chilling killing intent emanating from Sun Li, he knew that if he didn't yield, he would truly be annihilated today.
Just as his hand trembled as he reached for the storage bag in his robes, intending to hand over the newly acquired resources to save his life—
"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"
A clear, indifferent voice, yet carrying an unquestionable air, suddenly drifted from mid-air.
The sound, though seemingly soft, resonated like a grand bell, clearly reaching everyone's ears and even causing the surrounding churning demonic energy to momentarily freeze.
Immediately afterwards, a dazzling crimson-gold streak of light, like a meteor falling from the heavens, tore through the clouds at an incredible speed and descended from the sky!
"boom--!"
The golden rainbow landed in the center of the battlefield, unleashing an incomparably powerful surge of spiritual energy.
The violent crimson-gold energy wave swept outwards like a tsunami. The chain of evil formations set up by the four pseudo-core cultivators melted and shattered instantly under the impact of this energy wave, just like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun!
The four pseudo-core cultivators groaned in unison, forced to retreat repeatedly by the shock.
The formation collapsed on its own, and Fu Bai, who had been trapped by it, took the opportunity to escape in a sorry state and reunite with Zhao Zheng.
As the golden light faded, a tall, slender figure slowly floated in mid-air.
The newcomer wore a jet-black robe, the hem of which fluttered in the sea breeze.
After the group recognized the newcomer, Zhao Zheng and Fu Bai exclaimed in unison, "Mu Chunfeng!"
Although they had never met Mu Chunfeng in person, as elders of the Miaoyin Sect, they had naturally seen his portrait and recognized him at a glance.
However, what is even more shocking is that his body is engulfed in crimson-gold flames.
The flames were pure and intense, faintly outlining the phantom images of budding fire lotuses around him.
A strong, domineering masculine energy, like the sun in the sky, forcefully pushed back the dense demonic energy and yin winds that were originally above Black Reef Island by several feet.
"Such domineering yang energy!"
Sun Li's pupils contracted slightly.
He sensed the intense yang energy emanating from the other person, which was subtly suppressing his demonic energy, and his expression instantly turned serious.
"Who are you? How dare you interfere in my affairs!"
Sun Liqiang suppressed his apprehension and shouted sternly.
Meanwhile, his left hand was secretly holding a magical artifact, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
Mu Chunfeng hovered in mid-air, slightly tilting her head, her gaze sweeping over Sun Li indifferently, and said calmly:
"I am Mu Chunfeng, an elder of the Miaoyin Sect. These two are my colleagues. I hope this fellow Daoist will give me face and let this matter rest?"
"The Gate of Wonderful Sounds? Bathed in Spring Breeze?"
Sun Li's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly remembered Zi Ling's plan. The person in front of him was clearly the "ominous bird that would interfere" that Zi Ling had mentioned.
Sun Li pretended not to know, and shouted sternly:
"What arrogance! A mere early-stage Core Formation cultivator dares to lecture me? Since you want to be the first to stick your neck out, then try taking one of my moves!"
Before he could finish speaking, Sun Li suddenly flicked his sleeve, and a white bone throwing knife, gleaming with a ghostly green poisonous light, transformed into a ghastly green lightning bolt, slashing straight toward Mu Chunfeng's face with a piercing whistling sound.
Faced with this fierce attack, Mu Chunfeng didn't even use his magic weapon.
He simply raised his right hand slowly and waved it casually.
"call--"
A burst of intensely refined crimson-gold flame erupted from his palm, transforming into a short, foot-long flaming blade that struck the bone throwing knife with pinpoint accuracy.
"clang!"
A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.
The seemingly unstoppable white bone throwing knife was actually cleaved in two by this seemingly casual flaming short blade, its spiritual light shattered, and it flew backward, embedding itself deeply into the distant reef. Even the eerie green poisonous light on the white bone throwing knife was instantly burned away by the Yang fire.
"Such pure yang fire!"
Sun Li was startled. Although he had not used his full strength, the intensity of the flames and the degree of control over the mana displayed by the opponent's casual strike were far beyond what an ordinary early-stage Core Formation cultivator could achieve.
"It seems you're not willing to give me that kind of face, fellow Daoist."
Mu Chunfeng slowly withdrew his hand, his voice still indifferent, but the crimson-gold flames around him suddenly surged several times over.
He reached out and touched it, and a precious ancient feather fan, entirely blue and shimmering with iridescent light, appeared in his hand.
This treasure is called "Azure Wind Feather," which he obtained from that tribulation cultivator named Elder Feng several years ago.
Mu Chunfeng poured his magical power into the feather, and it instantly shone with spiritual light.
He held the fan handle in one hand and casually waved it at the four pseudo-core cultivators below who were preparing to re-form their array.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh-!"
Several cyan wind blades, barely visible to the naked eye, flew out instantly at extreme speed.
The four pseudo-core cultivators had no time to react. They felt an irresistible force strike them and were blasted away by the wind blades. They coughed up blood in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the sea, creating splashes several meters high.
"You're asking for it!"
Upon seeing this, Sun Li was "enraged" and pushed the black demon banner with both hands. The banner transformed into a sky full of black clouds, mixed with countless wailing skulls, which swept towards Mu Chunfeng.
Mu Chunfeng neither dodged nor avoided, and once again fiercely fanned out the Azure Wind Feather in her hand.
"Boom—!"
A fierce wind howled, and a huge blue hurricane, several meters in diameter, formed out of thin air.
This hurricane was formed by thousands of fine, sharp blue wind blades interwoven together. The hurricane spun and emitted a chilling cutting sound, directly shredding the oncoming black clouds and skulls into powder.
Immediately afterwards, he slammed his left hand down, and the Yang Lotus Flame surrounding him transformed into streams of fire that instantly merged into the massive azure hurricane.
The next second, a visually striking scene appeared.
The cyan wind blades and crimson-gold flames merged perfectly, transforming into a "fire dragon storm" that stretched for more than ten feet and was interwoven with cyan and gold.
This fiery storm, carrying scorching heat that could burn mountains and boil seas and raging winds that could tear everything apart, roared toward Sun Li. Wherever it passed, even the air was scorched and distorted, and the seawater on the surface was instantly evaporated into a large white mist.
"Holy crap, isn't this a bit too much noise...?"
Mu Chunfeng muttered to himself.
This move, "Wind and Fire Connecting the City," looks impressive and seems capable of destroying the world, but in reality, he used 70% of his spiritual power to create visual and auditory effects, making it a typical case of "all bark and no bite."
Although Sun Li had received instructions from Zi Ling beforehand and knew that this was just a "performance," he still couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine as he looked at the roaring fire dragon storm and felt the terrifying yang energy that seemed to burn him and his soul to ashes.
There was no way around it; Mu Chunfeng's Yang Fire was simply too strong in its innate ability to restrain his demonic arts!
"That woman Ziling didn't say the people coming would be this fierce! What happened to it being just a formality? What if this kid loses control and it actually happens?"
Sun Li cursed inwardly, not daring to be the slightest bit overconfident.
He frantically made hand seals, waving the demon banner so tightly that it was impenetrable, while simultaneously condensing several thick barriers of demonic energy in front of him, adopting a defensive stance.
It wasn't that he wanted to retaliate, but rather that he was afraid Mu Chunfeng would take the act too seriously and accidentally kill him.
"boom--!"
The fire dragon storm slammed into the demonic energy barrier, unleashing a deafening roar.
The blinding light and violent shockwaves pulverized all the rocks within a radius of several dozen feet into dust.
It took a full half-incense stick's time for the shockwave to dissipate completely, and Sun Li looked somewhat disheveled at that moment.
His gray robe was mostly charred, and a trace of "realistic" blood even spilled from the corner of his mouth. His eyes revealed a look of shock, anger, and fear.
"What domineering yang fire! What an amazing ancient treasure!"
Sun Li stared intently at Mu Chunfeng in mid-air, uttering a classic harsh remark: "You, surnamed Mu, you've got some serious consequences today! I, Sun Li, will remember this debt. We'll meet again someday. Let's go!"
Having said that, he didn't give Mu Chunfeng a chance to continue "showing his power." With a wave of his sleeve, he swept up the four injured disciples who were actually at the False Core stage, and they transformed into several streaks of gray-black light, fleeing in a sorry state without looking back.