The Feng Zun Journey
Unmoving
"Can't be?"
Feng Zun asked coldly. “About two months ago, that evil sword had tried to break through to the ruins of the Eternal Dragon Palace, and escaped after sustaining severe injuries. In my opinion, he won't dare to return anytime soon."
The unnatural gaze of the white-haired woman was instantly solemn.
After a moment of silence, he said with disdain, “Given the strength of Qing Ruo, even a late stage Immortal cultivator, will not be able to be his match. So how could he possibly get hurt?”
Although Chuyu's heart was full of fear upon seeing the woman, she couldn't help but say, “It doesn't matter whether you will believe it or not. The sword was actually wounded and escaped, whereas the 'Qing Ruo' you spoke of had been killed!"
"Qing Ruo is dead?" The white haired woman laughed coldly. “This statement of yours contradicts your previous words. If Qing Ruo really ran away like you said, how could she possibly be killed?"
Chuyu could only be astonished, but Feng Zun immediately understood. “So, the Primordial Spirit that was inside that evil sword, called himself Qing Ruo.”
In other words, 'Heavenly Catastrophe' was the name of that evil sword. The Ruler Sword was a nickname, as he could rule over its owner. Whereas Qing Ruo was the name of the Primordial Spirit within!
“No wonder if someone who has become a sword slave, just remember that they are named Qing Ruo, after their memories were erased. Clearly the power of that sword had affected them.” Feng Zun finally understood.
Then, he looked at the lantern hovering above the palm of the white-haired woman, then said, saying,
“If I'm not mistaken, when you and Qing Ruo worked together to kill Bai Chen, you were also severely injured, and you were sealed inside that lantern, so you can't escape... Am I right?"
The white-haired lady said coldly, "I didn't kill Bai Chen!"
Feng Zun laughed. “Bai Chen was killed, when you were sealed inside that lantern. When the Primordial Spirit of the Heavenly Calamity Sword, Qing Ruo, escaped, he must have promised to return soon for you. I am sure that he has promised to free you from the lantern, and take you away from this desolate Last Rest ... Is this also true?"
The white-haired woman said nothing.
However, Chuyu noticed that the woman's left hand shook as Feng Zun said this.
Naturally this is a subtle hint, which is unquestionable that the woman, is not as calm as it looks on the surface!
"Young Master, didn't you say that with his strength, he could have left this place a long time ago?" ask Chuyu.
"Leaving doesn't mean he can escape from confinement" Feng Zun said. “Did you see the lantern in his hand? If I am not mistaken, it is the Immortal God Soul Shackling Lantern. With the power of that lantern, unless someone helped him, there was no way he could escape his shackles.”
The moment he heard this, the white-haired woman's expression finally changed, and her aura became much fiercer. "Even if I'm locked up, I'm strong enough to kill you both!"
Feng Zun's gaze shone with a hint of contempt. "If you really can do that, why did you wait this long to attack me?"
"So you really insist on seeking death?" A cold killing intent appeared on the beautiful face of the woman, and she waved her hand.
Swoshis!
A dazzling snow-white sword qi shot out from his palm that was like white jade. That sword qi emitted a wisp of unnaturally deep red luster.
Chuyu's body instantly stiffened, and he felt a piercing pain all over his body!
Feng Zun stepped leisurely, towards the white-haired lady and he said, “I asked all these things, just out of curiosity for the truth. Do you really think, that I can't handle a little sword spirit like you?"
His tall figure suddenly exploded with shocking force, and his deep eyes remained as calm and indifferent as ever.
Every breath he exhaled, even becoming completely different from before, caused his aura to show as if he was not the same person.
The white-haired woman's pupils suddenly shrank.
At this moment, in his field of vision,
The golden-white-robed youth took a step towards him casually, but as each step he took, his aura grew higher and higher.
The closer he got, the more intense and boundless the pressure of his aura, as if giving the impression, that he was like an immortal being from heaven with a power capable of withstanding the sun, moon, and moon, and intimidate the whole realm of eternity.
The indescribably imposing sword aura weighed down his body and soul viciously.
In a daze, he was like looking at a Supreme Dao Sword that was heading towards him. The sword appeared out of nowhere, tearing apart the void, piercing through space and time. His unimaginable strength, seemed to be able to overturn heaven and earth.
In the face of this terrifying sword slash, he felt small and insignificant like an ant. Even he could not think of a resistance, he even felt a strong urge, for him to drop himself to the ground and submit ...
The snow-white sword qi emitted a faint red glow as it surged out from his palm, but when it was in the presence of Feng Zun's aura that was like an immortal being, it suddenly roared, it just disintegrates and disappears.
Immediately after, the delicate body of the white-haired woman trembled violently, and her face grew even more pale.
His gaze became blank, his expression extremely frightened, helpless, and overwhelmed with despair.
"Kneel."
A calm voice echoed within his mind.
The voice echoed like the chiming of heaven's bells, and roared ruthlessly like thunder.
In the end, the white-haired woman could not last much longer.
His knees were thumping limp to the ground, followed by his white hair that descended like a waterfall.
Feng Zun was now standing only three feet away from him, both of his hands were behind his back.
Chuyu was stunned, his eyes widened in disbelief and his mind became blank. Such a terrifying existence was actually made to kneel? Justjust like?
Kneeling in front of an opponent is a very embarrassing way to lose.
Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Feng Zun was not once seen moving.
He had only relied on his imposing aura, to force the white-haired woman to fall to the ground.