As expected, it happened just as everyone had predicted. However, this time, the one who killed Liu Zhenchuan was none other than Xiao Qingfang. Instantly, everyone present was stunned, their eyes widening in disbelief. Previously, Jiang Feng and Bai Qingcang had used this strange technique, but who could have imagined that it would now be Xiao Qingfang's turn?
The magical power left by the ancestor of Qingyun Sect was indeed overbearing. Although they were afraid at this moment, there was also a hint of greed in their eyes!
At that moment, Liu Zhenhai's Nascent Soul sped like a flash toward the armless man, his voice piercing with terror, "Please save me!" However, before the man could react, a massive hand, covering the entire sky, suddenly descended from the heavens and grasped Liu Zhenhai's Nascent Soul with lightning speed. Then, with a flick of the hand, Liu Zhenhai's Nascent Soul was instantly tossed into the depths of endless space like an insignificant object, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the once majestic tiger had already suffered a heavy blow. It was smashed to the ground, broken into pieces and dizzy. Its entire body rolled on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
At this moment, a scream was heard, and the white phoenix was shattered by Wang Fan's sword energy and disappeared between heaven and earth!
Just as everyone was in a state of panic, the previously silent Jiang Feng suddenly spoke slowly, "Hmph, since you dared to release this tiger to attack me, today I will take it for myself!" Before he finished speaking, Jiang Feng suddenly waved his arm, and a small pagoda, shimmering with mysterious light, suddenly appeared in mid-air without warning. With the appearance of this small pagoda, a dazzling divine light burst out like a tide, tightly enveloping the Sky-Devouring Tiger.
Under the powerful divine light, the Sky-Swallowing Tiger's massive body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a moment, the once mountain-sized Sky-Swallowing Tiger shrank to the size of a palm, and was ultimately easily sucked into the mysterious tower, completely disappearing.
Witnessing this astonishing scene, the old man couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my God! That pagoda is definitely something extraordinary! It's at least a top-grade immortal artifact!" His voice was filled with shock and greed. Everyone present was dumbfounded, stunned. In their minds, reaching the Mahayana stage and possessing a low-grade immortal artifact was already considered invincible. And a magic weapon of this caliber, not only in the mortal realm, but even in the hands of immortals descended from the celestial realm, was extremely rare!
However, they seem to have overlooked a crucial truth—even if you are lucky enough to obtain it, you must be alive to enjoy it! In this cruel world of cultivation, strength and wisdom are equally important, and neither is indispensable.
The man with the broken arm had originally relied on his spirit pet, intending to run rampant throughout this world. However, just as he was feeling gloating, his spirit pet was forcibly taken away by Jiang Feng. In an instant, the mental connection between him and his spirit pet was ruthlessly severed. An indescribable pain surged through his heart, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering a severe backlash.
How could Jiang Feng, a young talent with extraordinary skills, let this golden opportunity slip away so easily? He moved again, like a ghost, the Nine Dragon Sword raised high in his hand, flashing a dazzling cold light, and slashed at the man. Wherever the sword went, it was unstoppable.
The man was also a veteran of many battles. Seeing the sword coming, he dodged, attempting to avoid the fatal blow. However, just as he dodged, Jiang Feng's life-threatening voice rang out again: "Freeze it for me!!!" This voice seemed to contain some mysterious magic power, causing the man's body to instantly stiffen, unable to move at all.
At this moment, the man's heart was filled with endless regret. He regretted why he had come to Qingyun Sect, why he had become an enemy of Jiang Feng. He had gone through countless years to finally achieve what he had today, but now, it all seemed to be fading into thin air.
Seeing this, Jiang Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light. Without hesitation, he swung the Nine Dragon Sword, instantly splitting the man's body in two. Then, with a gentle grasp, the Nascent Soul fell obediently into his hands. Jiang Feng tossed the Nascent Soul into space, his gaze piercing the mysterious old man.
The old man's previous composure had vanished. He knew Jiang Feng's strength was unfathomable, and if he stayed, he would be in great danger. Thus, he began to consider retreat, secretly plotting a way to escape unscathed. However, he knew that escaping Jiang Feng's grasp would be no easy task. This battle was destined to be a thrilling, life-or-death struggle.
On the battlefield, although everyone on Jiang Feng's side bore some scars, fortunately, no one had died. On the other hand, the remaining enemy forces were only Chi Yan of the Tianxing Sect, Liu Tiandao of the Xuanhai Sect, Murong Wanting of Shengnu Mountain, and the mysterious old man. This scene was truly astonishing! No one had expected that Jiang Feng, a mere Spiritualization Stage cultivator, could single-handedly turn the tide of the battle!
In this brutal battle, the Tyrant Sect undoubtedly suffered the most. Two of their top warriors perished in this battle, a crushing blow to the Tyrant Sect. From then on, the glory of the Tyrant Sect would cease to exist, and the sect was doomed to decline.
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