The Feng Zun Journey
No Need to Throw Words
The white-robed old man immediately panicked and shouted in a hoarse voice,
“Activate!”
His primordial spirit seemed to be burning. The golden talisman that fell down like rain, then condensed into a golden shield that floated eighteen layers in front of him.
The technique unleashed a truly shocking defensive power.
Golden Wave Shield !
This was one of the highest secret inheritance techniques of the Blood Moon Pavilion.
His defensive power was the best, and many immortal cultivators had used it to block divine tribulations.
But unfortunately, Feng Zun's slash was apparently followed by Pan Gu's Sword breath. How could a defensive technique possibly block it?
Bang out!
The three-foot sword qi descended and produced a sky-shaking explosion.
Simultaneously with the explosion, the eighteen-layer golden barrier broke apart, like a pulp. Causing a rain of light that spreads out in all directions.
As for the white-robed elder? A bloody mark had appeared on his forehead. The blood flows down the base of the nose, lips, chin, throat and continues down, which makes a perfectly straight line.
“I would never have guessed that I, Song Yun, would fall in the hands of an early immortal cultivator ..”
The white-robed old man sighed.
A slash!
As his voice was still echoing in the air, the white-robed old man's primordial spirit suddenly split into two halves, and then produced into a rain of light in the sky..
In one slash of his sword, Feng Zun had slashed the primordial spirit avatar of an Immortal peak demon cultivator!
This domineering and unstoppable brutal scene left Tang Mingzhen and Liyan Yun completely stunned.
Both jerked.
All this happened too fast!
They would have never expected that Feng Zun, despite having been surrounded by danger from all sides, had suddenly turned the tables and killed the white-robed elder in just one strike!
This left them both flabbergasted.
"It… "
What kind of terrifying Dao power must one possess to reach this step?
How could an ordinary young man possibly possess such strength?
If it used its original cultivation, for Feng Zun, to kill the white-robed elder was no more difficult than clearing dust from his clothes.
He didn't stop there.
Furthermore, he set his sights on Tang Mingzhen.
"Dead!"
As those light words were spoken, Feng Zun swung his sword once more.
It was still a simple slash like before.
However, Tang Mingzhen could immediately feel that this seemed to look very bad for her.
So that he did not dare to hesitate anymore and immediately turned around to escape.
Tang Lingzhen's death was probably due to a recklessness, and it wasn't enough to instill fear in Tang Mingzhen's heart.
However, the death of the white-robed elder made him completely aware of how great the danger was. How could he dare to stay?
"Can you run away?"
Feng Zun's eyes shone with contempt.
Swoshis!
A small blue sword shot out from his forehead, then disappeared into thin air.
The God Killing Soul Sword!
He shouted in panic and waved his short spear in full force into the air.
Bang out!
It struck the God Killing Soul Sword, and made the spear tear apart and shatter into pieces.
But before Tang Mingzhen could sigh in relief, the blue sword slid back towards her!
The death threat that came to him made himself seem almost insane.
He immediately circulated his entire cultivation base, pouring everything he had into his other pair of spears.
A slash! A slash!
Both of them were divine weapons, but under Feng Zun's milk blue sword, it seemed as if it looked weak as paper. The sword slashed at them both easily.
The blue sword blade emitted a glittering light as it pierced through Tang Mingzhen's throat.
Feng Zun then did one round of the wrist and...
Bang out!
Tang Mingzhen's primordial spirit avatar was destroyed, and her soul fragments scattered in all directions, like a rain of light.
Until now, the existence of the two primordial spirit existences of the peak Immortal Realm had been wiped out!
When he saw this, Liyan Yun suddenly stopped all of his attacks and froze in the air. He suddenly did not dare to go any further.
His skin paled as all the blood in his body was centered onto his face. His eyes widened in astonishment and disbelief, he felt like he had fallen into an endless abyss of ice!
"It's a shame,"
Feng Zun put on a sad face as he looked at Tang Mingzhen's primordial spirit avatar, disappearing into nothingness.
Those two primordial spirits were quite good grindstones. If you can fight one-on-one, then this can be a more satisfying, fast-paced, and sat-set battle.
But it doesn't matter.
He still had to save his true essence, since he had come here for another plan, so he could only kill them and make a quick decision.
Then, Feng Zun turned around and looked at Liyan Yun in the distance.
When he sensed Feng Zun's gaze, Liyan Yun's expression immediately stiffened, and the corners of his lips twitched. He sighed then said, “Is it too late to admit defeat?”
His tone was filled with bitterness and deep disappointment.
Previously, this demon descendant from the ancient times known as the 'Switch', had adopted an aura of superiority and high confidence, as if Feng Zun was nothing.
When he spoke, his tone was always filled with ridicule and humiliation.
Yet now, he seemed to be overwhelmed with shock, and his heart seemed as if it was drowning in despair.
It was not easy for him to re-imagine how terrifying all the scenes he had just witnessed were.
After Feng Zun thought for a moment, he recalled Liyan Yun's words back then, then said,
“We are not exchanging one or two moves about the Sword Dao, there is no determination of victory and defeat here, there is only your life and death. But I can give you a chance to kill yourself.”
Liyan Yun's already terrified expression gradually darkened.
A moment later, he took a deep breath, as if preparing to take out everything he had.
His decision disappeared, and he said with firm conviction,
"As a sword cultivator, I prefer to ..."
Before he could finish his words, Feng Zun's sword had split open his body.
A slash!
Liyan Yun's head fell to the ground, and fresh blood spurted from the sky.
In the seconds before his death, his face was filled with astonishment and bitterness, as if he had never believed that Feng Zun had even killed him, without giving him a chance to speak ...
“After all you cannot escape death, so why bother to waste words? What good is that to you?”
Feng Zun shook his head.