He never expected that this seemingly ordinary young man would possess such astonishing strength.
The Ninth Elder's lips twitched slightly as he looked at Xiao Feng.
He suppressed his regret and annoyance and slowly said, "Xiao Feng, I didn't expect you to have a dragon soul protecting you, which caused my immortal power to rebound on myself."
Xiao Feng remained calm, simply looking at the Ninth Elder and waiting for him to continue.
The Ninth Elder gave a bitter smile, his tone tinged with emotion: "If you had attacked just now, I would have been dead without a doubt. But you didn't take advantage of my vulnerability; that makes you a true gentleman."
At this point, the Ninth Elder gave Xiao Feng a deep look, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
He slowly exhaled: "I lost this match."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Ninth Elder's figure swayed slightly and slowly landed on the ground.
His face was pale, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
Upon seeing this, the members of the immortal sect rushed towards the Ninth Elder.
"Ninth Elder!"
"Elder, are you alright?"
Everyone asked questions at once, their faces filled with worry.
However, the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect turned their anger entirely on Xiao Feng.
"You despicable scoundrel!"
"How dare you injure an elder of my Immortal Cloud Sect!"
"Shameless thing!"
They pointed at Xiao Feng, glaring angrily.
Just then, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out: "Heh, you bunch of blind fools, are your ears broken too?"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Su Xueqing walking slowly towards them, her eyes filled with mockery.
She coldly surveyed the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect and continued, "The Ninth Elder just admitted defeat himself and said that Xiao Feng is a true gentleman. What, are you trying to say that the Ninth Elder is lying?"
The disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect were speechless after hearing these words, and for a moment they did not know how to refute them.
Su Xueqing curled her lips into a cold smile and said, "Besides, if Xiao Feng hadn't shown mercy, your Ninth Elder would have been annihilated long ago. Instead of kneeling down to express his gratitude, he's shouting here. He really doesn't know what's good for him."
These words made the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect blush with shame.
They looked at each other, then reluctantly shut their mouths.
Xiao Feng felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at Su Xueqing, who stood up to defend him.
He smiled slightly and nodded to Su Xueqing to express his gratitude.
Just then, the Ninth Elder suddenly spoke up: "Xiao Feng, your strength has indeed exceeded my expectations. In this competition, my Immortal Cloud Sect has lost."
The Ninth Elder took a deep breath and scanned the surrounding disciples of the immortal sect.
His voice was somewhat hoarse: "That's enough for today. My Immortal Cloud Sect has lost and will no longer attack the Ming Cult."
As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples of Huayun Sect looked at each other in bewilderment.
The Ninth Elder didn't give them a chance to object, waving his hand, "Let's go!"
The members of Huayun Sect followed the Ninth Elder dejectedly and slowly left.
Their backs looked particularly forlorn, like a group of defeated roosters with their tails drooping.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Feng immediately strode toward Zhao Yuwei, who was lying on the stretcher.
He carefully picked her up, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a fragile flower.
Zhao Yuwei's pale face rested against Xiao Feng's strong chest, making her look exceptionally delicate.
Xiao Feng carried Zhao Yuwei to Su Xueqing's side and said softly, "Xueqing, please take Yuwei inside to rest first. I'll handle things here."
Su Xueqing nodded and took Zhao Yuwei's hand.
Just then, the leading disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect turned around, his eyes burning with hatred: "The Ming Cult slaughtered so many of my fellow disciples! Even if we die today, we will never retreat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the other disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect echoed his sentiments.
"That's right! We must avenge our fallen brothers and sisters!"
"The Ming Cult owes us a blood debt, and we must collect it today!"
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect gritted their teeth, wishing they could rush up and fight Xiao Feng to the death.
Suddenly, the leading disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sect shouted, "Immortal Cloud Sect, activate the formation!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect moved swiftly, forming a complex array around Xiao Feng.
They made hand seals and chanted incantations, and streams of immortal power intertwined in the air, forming a huge light shield that trapped Xiao Feng inside.
The formation emitted a dazzling blue light, like an inverted galaxy.
Xiao Feng was trapped in this galaxy, surrounded by fierce immortal power, like countless sharp swords aimed at him.
The disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect had a fanatical glint in their eyes as they shouted in unison, "Kill Xiao Feng first, and establish the prestige of our Immortal Cloud Sect!"
However, at this critical moment, Xiao Feng revealed a strange smile.
He suddenly felt a strange resonance between the dragon soul within his body and the formation, as if he had found the essence of the formation.
Xiao Feng closed his eyes and began to fully circulate his internal energy.
The immortal power within the formation seemed to have found an outlet, surging wildly towards Xiao Feng's body.
The immortal power that had originally threatened him had now become his nourishment!
The disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect stared in disbelief at this scene, their expressions shifting from fervor to shock, and then to disbelief.
"This...how is this possible?"
"He's absorbing our divine power!"
"My God, what kind of sorcery is this?"
Xiao Feng opened his eyes, which gleamed with the light of the dragon soul.
His momentum was rising steadily, as if a true dragon was about to emerge from its cocoon.
The disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect watched this scene in horror, finally realizing what a terrifying existence they had provoked.
Xiao Feng's pores opened up, like a giant vortex, greedily devouring the surrounding immortal power.
Those forces that once threatened his life have now become his best tonic.
Immortal power surged within him, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, converging into a mighty torrent.
He could feel every inch of his flesh and blood rejoicing, and every meridian greedily absorbing this power.
The dragon soul roared within him, like a true dragon about to emerge from its cocoon.
The leader of the Immortal Cloud Sect disciples turned deathly pale upon seeing this scene.
He pointed at Xiao Feng, his voice trembling as he shouted, "Monster! You monster who drains people's immortal power!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng's lips curled into a mocking smile.
He shook his head and said in a slightly mocking tone, "It's monsters to resort to insults when you can't win. Your Immortal Cloud Sect is no better than that. If you ask me, you self-proclaimed righteous immortal sects may not be any better."
This sarcastic remark, tinged with the air of a spoiled brat, further enraged the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect.
The leading disciple, his eyes bloodshot, roared ferociously, "Use our blood essence to consecrate the formation! Today, we will make these Ming Cult demons suffer a terrible death!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sect bit their fingers, and blood gushed out, splashing onto the great formation.
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