Chapter 413: Golden-Winged Great Sage: This Seat Shall Shatter Your Final Illusion
With just one glance, Blood Wentian and the Blood Nether Dragon Emperor both perceived the other's hidden thoughts.
Blood Wentian instantly understood the Golden-Winged Great Sage spoke the truth, but with the Blood Nether Dragon Emperor as his only reliance, he naturally couldn't expose it.
"Hmph!"
He snorted coldly: "Senior, cease your shallow attempts at sowing discord. If you possess true skill, fight His Majesty the Dragon Emperor directly. Let our hands determine the truth."
The Blood Nether Dragon Emperor also knew this battle was unavoidable. It locked its gaze upon the man before it, disliking the aura he exuded for reasons unknown.
"Junior, This Emperor shall see just what abilities you possess to act so arrogantly before me."
"Hehe."
The Golden-Winged Great Sage chuckled: "Very well, This Seat shall shatter your final illusion then."
As his words fell, golden Buddhist light enveloped him, followed by his transformation into his true form.
"Golden-Winged Great Eagle!"
Upon seeing his opponent's true form, the Blood Nether Dragon Emperor's expression twisted, especially repulsed by the Buddhist light radiating from him.
"Roar!"
It unleashed a roar, its immense dragon might instantly enveloping the entire cavern.
A colossal soul form slowly emerged from the Blood Pool.
It was a tailless Saint-Rank Dragon Soul.
Wang Baole and the others instinctively retreated several steps before steadying themselves.
The Golden-Winged Great Sage merely stepped forward to block the dragon's might. In that single breath's time.
Wang Baole and Ye Beixuan already had pale faces, foreheads beaded with cold sweat.
Only one thought remained in their minds: they must comprehend the Great Dao's true meaning sooner. Otherwise, against such beings, they wouldn't even qualify to strike back.
"Trapped Dragon Emerges from Abyss!"
The Blood Nether Dragon Emperor bellowed, its claws swiping toward the Golden-Winged Great Sage.
Instantly, a massive blood dragon manifestation appeared in the cavern.
"So this foolish dragon of yours was missing a tail."
The Golden-Winged Great Sage mocked before flapping his wings to meet the claw.
Just as the claw was about to strike, he executed a ninety-degree turn mid-air, extending his own claw for a direct collision.
Rumble!
After a deafening crash.
The blood dragon manifestation dissipated.
The Golden-Winged Great Sage stood there unharmed.
The Blood Nether Dragon Emperor stared at him in disbelief, muttering: "You... you actually comprehended a Divine Ability? How... how is this possible? You clearly haven't evolved into a Golden-Winged Great Roc."
"Merely a Divine Ability—not something comprehensible with brains alone."
The Golden-Winged Great Sage replied extremely Versailles-like. Seeing the Blood Nether Dragon pause, he continued: "Enough. The game ends now. Time to witness the might of my Divine Ability."
"Chirp!"
With an eagle's cry, the Golden-Winged Great Sage's figure vanished instantly.
His speed was too swift for even the Blood Nether Dragon Emperor to track.
When his figure reappeared, his claws had already landed upon the Blood Nether Dragon Emperor's soul form's head.
"NO!!!"
The Blood Nether Dragon Emperor's hysterical shriek echoed for dozens of miles around.
All living creatures hearing this scream trembled within their dens, shivering in fear.
Though the aura wasn't directed at them, it was a terror they had never experienced.
In the cavern, as the Golden-Winged Great Sage retracted his claws, he reverted to human form, now holding a glittering Saint-Rank Soul Crystal.
The Blood Nether Dragon Emperor before him slowly dissipated into nothingness.
"This... it's already over?"
Qin Yun sat on the ground, staring in disbelief at the Golden-Winged Great Sage's majestic back.
"Did you expect otherwise?"
The Golden-Winged Great Sage turned to glance at Qin Yun: "That fellow was merely a remnant soul possessing only Saint-Rank pressure. Did you expect me to battle it for three hundred rounds? If word spread, how could This Seat maintain face?"
Qin Yun: "..."
The Golden-Winged Great Sage fixed his gaze on Ye Beixuan: "Why are you still standing there? Must This Seat personally capture that youth?"
"As Uncle-Master says."
Ye Beixuan replied, turning his gaze toward Blood Wentian, who stood dazed in the Blood Pool. Holding the Hongmeng Mirror, he stated flatly: "To die beneath the Hongmeng Mirror is your honor."
Hearing this, Blood Wentian slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.
"Suppress!"
Ye Beixuan granted him no chance, slowly raising the Hongmeng Mirror in his hand and shining its light upon Blood Wentian.
As death descended, Blood Wentian instinctively tried to flee, but wherever the Hongmeng Mirror's light touched formed a world unto itself.
Even burning his essence blood, Blood Wentian could not escape the world created by the Hongmeng Mirror's radiance.
Moments later, Blood Wentian dissolved into bloody water, his soul extinguished.
Ye Beixuan made a grasping motion, retrieving several storage rings from the Blood Pool. He casually tossed them into the air.
"Choose among yourselves. Leave the last one for me."
"Thank you, Master. Thank you, Sir."
Soon, everyone selected a storage ring.
Ye Beixuan and Wang Baole paid no attention to the contents of their rings, instead turning their gaze toward the Blood Pool.
The Golden-Winged Great Sage asked: "Surely you two don't intend to cultivate using this Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Blood?"
"The thought has occurred."
Ye Beixuan replied.
"Very well. This Seat shall make an exception and guard you once."
The Golden-Winged Great Sage said, then sat cross-legged without another word.
Meanwhile, Ye Beixuan and Wang Baole had already leaped into the Blood Pool and begun cultivating.
...
On Zhongbei Mountain.
The sun had risen.
Yet Chu Feng still slumbered while various forces hurried toward the Spirit Tomb Sect.
At noon, Chu Feng stretched lazily and rose from his bed. He limbered up before heading outside.
"Master, you're awake?"
Shi Xuan saw Chu Feng exit and immediately approached.
Chu Feng said: "If there's nothing else, let's depart."
"As you command."
Shi Xuan acknowledged, then packed their belongings and headed toward the Spirit Tomb Sect's territory.
The trio traveled with unusual leisure, giving the impression they were on an outing rather than competing for treasures.
Chu Feng rode his Wind-Chasing Steed, chatting idly with Liang Yi.
"Xiao Yi, I never took you for a young man with a story."
Liang Yi gave an awkward yet polite wry smile: "Senior, please don't mock this junior. I am but a failure who lost to a branch family member."
"I love hearing stories. As it happens, I have wine. Let's drink and talk."
Chu Feng spoke, retrieving a small flask from his storage ring and tossing it to Liang Yi.
"Thank you, Senior."
Liang Yi caught the flask, opened it, and took a hearty swig.
As the fine wine flowed down his throat, Liang Yi froze for an instant.
Gulp.
He swallowed the wine in one gulp, then asked: "Senior, this wine is...?"
Chu Feng smiled: "How is it?"
"Never in my life have I tasted such fine wine."
Liang Yi answered truthfully.
Chu Feng took a sip himself: "Now, will you share your story?"
"I will."
Liang Yi paused, took another drink, and slowly began his tale.
"It all started with my father's concubine-born son..."
Much later, with bleary drunken eyes, Liang Yi finished his story—a rather cliché tale.
He had once been one of the three great prodigies of the全镇 Sword Sect, a renowned genius in the Boundary Establishment Mountains, with a breathtakingly beautiful fiancée.
But everything changed three months ago during the sect competition. In the semifinals, he lost to his half-brother Liang Wuxin, who even deciphered his secret technique.
Initially, this defeat didn't greatly impact him—until that night when he visited his fiancée and discovered the two had long been entangled.
At the time, Liang Wuxin had glared at him resentfully, declaring that Xiao Yu had always been his lover, that Liang Yi had stolen her away, and that day's defeat was entirely Liang Yi's own doing.
Hearing these words, Liang Yi's dao heart shattered. He left in a daze.
Had he not been the Liang Family's direct heir, he would likely have been abandoned by now.
After hearing this story, Chu Feng turned his gaze to Shi Xuan beside him.
"Xiao Xuan, this youth shares a destiny with you."
Shi Xuan nodded: "Indeed. His story mirrors my own. Unfortunately, I cannot take disciples, otherwise I'd truly want him as my apprentice."
The moment these words were spoken, Liang Yi instantly sobered up, excitement flashing in his eyes. He leaped down from his Green Lion and bowed respectfully: "Senior, please accept me as your disciple!"
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