Chapter 117 Only the Lingering Wind Sighs



At the summit of Mount Lao, clouds and mist swirl around the peak, and a fierce wind howls.

Tong Miao suddenly stood up, his eyes burning brightly, his spiritual energy surging, and his sword aura suddenly surged, like a divine weapon unsheathed, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Take another sword strike from me."

He roared, his voice echoing across the land. The Xuan Yue Sword instantly unleashed a dazzling sword light, its blade sweeping across the sky, causing the wind and clouds to change color.

"Xuan Yue, suppress the evil!"

The sword light was as imposing as a mountain, its righteous energy surging forth like the clear will of Heaven, shining brightly to suppress the world, and directly slaying the Cloud Sea Ancestor.

Before it even reached him, its immense sword intent pressed down like a towering mountain, cracking the ground and sending sand and stones flying!

Ancestor Yunhai's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and his heart was filled with shock. He had thought that Tong Miao was already at his limit, but who knew that he was now as blazing as the sun in the sky, with unparalleled sword momentum and an abyss-like pressure!

"Stop them!"

He roared, and his spiritual power surged suddenly. Rolling clouds and mist churned and transformed into a raging torrent, violently sweeping across the scene, attempting to devour the invincible sword light!

However--

"boom!"

The sword light descended like thunder, suppressing everything in its path and instantly cleaving through the clouds with unstoppable force!

"puff!"

His protective spiritual power collapsed instantly. Ancestor Yunhai groaned and flew backward, spitting out blood. His robes were torn to shreds, and he crashed heavily to the ground like tattered cotton!

For a moment, all around was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned, deeply shocked, and unable to recover for a long time.

"Ancestor Yunhai...has been defeated?"

"How could this be?! He was a grandmaster of Laoshan, how could he have been defeated so thoroughly!"

"The power of that sword strike just now was far beyond what someone in the early stages of Qi Refining could unleash! Senior Brother Tongmiao... just what level has he reached?!"

Shock, fear, awe...

Countless complex emotions surged in everyone's hearts, and all eyes turned to Tong Miao, their respect transforming into deep admiration and trembling.

The female cultivators stared intently, and Emei Qingshuang gripped her sword tightly.

At this moment, Liu Feng moved slightly, arrived on the wind, and stood in front of Ancestor Yunhai, his expression indifferent as water.

His gaze fell upon a faint radiance emerging from the tattered robes of the Cloud Sea Ancestor.

Reaching out, a glimmer of light appeared in his palm, and he found himself holding a crystal-clear, shimmering bead.

Yunhaizhu!

The real Yunhaizhu!

Liu Feng gently stroked it, feeling the surge of powerful spiritual energy within. His eyes darkened slightly, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I see……"

Liu Feng murmured softly, already understanding. The reason why Ancestor Yunhai was able to break through to the Qi Refining stage was precisely because of the power of this Yunhai Pearl.

Fan Yao suddenly realized what was happening and exclaimed, "The real Cloud Sea Pearl has always been with Ancestor Cloud Sea! That fake pearl from before was indeed a frame-up!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples all around.

The crowd immediately began to discuss the matter, with various opinions rising and falling.

Some righteous cultivators had extremely complicated expressions. They shook their heads and sighed, "The dignified Laoshan Sect actually resorted to such despicable means. It's truly despicable."

Others with impure motives revealed a greedy glint in their eyes, their gazes flickering as they pondered whether they could take advantage of the chaos to gain some benefits.

Their gazes lingered on the Cloud Sea Pearl in Liu Feng's hand, as they secretly weighed their gains and losses.

Liu Feng held the Cloud Sea Pearl in his hand, his expression calm and composed.

He simply swept his gaze across the room, his eyes like cold glints, sweeping over every face, sending a chill down the spines of those with ill intentions.

Then, he said in a detached tone, "The Laoshan Sect framed me with a fake pearl. Now, the real Yunhai Pearl has fallen into my hands. It seems that it is destined to be mine and should belong to me. Does anyone have any objections?"

A few words, spoken lightly, yet exuding an undeniable air of dominance!

The entire room was completely silent. Who dared to utter a single word of "no"?

Tong Miao's sword strike just now was powerful and unparalleled, its momentum overwhelming. It had already intimidated all the heroes present.

Liu Feng is even more unfathomable. No one has been able to see through his true cultivation level yet, so who would dare to cause trouble?

Liu Feng turned to look at Mo Shengjie, his voice icy: "Mo Shengjie, not only did you frame me, but you also tried to take my wife and cripple my cultivation. Tell me, what should be done?"

Mo Shengjie watched helplessly as his greatest backer was utterly defeated. He was so terrified that his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees with a thud, trembling uncontrollably.

"Liu Feng... no, Senior Liu, I know I was wrong, I was wrong! Please spare my life! If you're willing to let me go, I'm willing to serve you like a slave, and be loyal to you for life..."

"beg for mercy?"

Liu Feng's gaze was icy, like a cold blade. "Have you ever considered what would happen to me and those around me if we were to lose today?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Shengjie felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and his face turned ashen.

He knew that if he were in his shoes, he would not have shown any mercy, and his current pleas for mercy were nothing more than a desperate struggle.

"I can't die—!"

Just then, Ancestor Yunhai struggled to get up from the ground, clutching his chest tightly with both hands. He dragged his weak body and staggered a few steps to Liu Feng.

He pleaded, "Young friend Liu Feng, we were wrong, but please spare him for the sake of my old age and my only grandson. I am willing to give all the resources of the Laoshan Sect in exchange for my grandson's life. Please have mercy..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Feng's eyes turned icy cold. "Are your lives so valuable? When you were acting recklessly, pressing forward step by step, and bullying others to an extreme, did you ever think that this day would come?"

Before he finished speaking, he brought his five fingers together and struck out with both palms in mid-air!

"Bang, bang!"

Mo Shengjie screamed in agony as his dantian shattered instantly, his cultivation completely destroyed, turning him from a genius cultivator into a cripple.

"ah--!"

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, utterly desperate; perhaps death was the best possible end.

At the same time, Ancestor Yunhai also coughed up a mouthful of blood. His cultivation was also destroyed, and his aura instantly weakened. His originally youthful face with white hair aged decades in an instant, like a candle in the wind, which might be extinguished at any moment.

"It's over..."

The Cloud Sea Ancestor muttered to himself with empty eyes, his whole being like a walking corpse, no longer possessing the lofty and arrogant majesty he once had.

Under his leadership, the Laoshan Sect once enjoyed unparalleled prestige in the cultivation world, wielding absolute authority and commanding absolute obedience.

But now, everything has vanished like a bubble.

The square was deathly silent; everyone looked at each other, no one daring to speak.

Today's battle has utterly reduced the Laoshan Sect to a laughingstock. Meanwhile, the name of Wudang will surely shake the world!

Looking at the mess, Liu Feng smiled slightly, then took Yu Jingya's hand, his gaze gentle, and said, "Let's go."

Tong Miao sheathed his Xuan Yue sword, took a deep breath, and followed Liu Feng, with the Wudang group also departing.

At the summit of Jufeng Peak in Laoshan, only the mournful wind howls.

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