Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

Grand Elder Fang made his move, but he was intercepted by a Supreme Elder from the Beiming Sword Sect.

At the same time, Sect Leader Yuan's attack was also blocked by Beiming Huahai, the Sect Leader of the Beiming Sword Sect.

Just like that, there was no one left who could save Ling Fei.

After all, while the Lingyun Sect still had people present, so did the Beiming Sword Sect and the other three sects.

Seeing this, many onlookers thought to themselves with a hint of pity, 'Looks like Ling Fei is going to die here in the Falling Star Mountain Range.'

Ling Fei's earlier attack had been as tyrannical and unmatched as a True Dragon, striking fear into everyone's hearts.

A figure like him was a rare sight even in the entire Southern Wilderness, yet now it seemed he was about to fall.

'Given his abilities, he could very well be an illegitimate son of the Great Tang Emperor. If he dies here, will the Great Tang Emperor come seeking revenge?'

At the same time, others couldn't help but wonder.

Legend had it that the Great Tang Emperor cultivated the Celestial Emperor's Technique and wielded a National Treasure Divine Artifact. If he truly decided to intervene, his power would be no less than that of Beiming Huahai!

"The Great Tang Emperor is strong, but surely not strong enough to challenge the Beiming Sword Sect, right?" someone said. "After all, in the Great Tang Empire, only the Emperor himself possesses top-tier battle strength. The rest are just ordinary cultivators. Any random faction from our Southern Wilderness is stronger than the Clans of Great Tang."

Just as the crowd was murmuring, the three assailants' attacks materialized right before Ling Fei. A violent gale whipped toward him, strong enough to feel like it was scraping the skin from his face.

As the attacks surged toward him, Ling Fei's gaze sharpened. 'Trying to use this chance to kill me?'

He also saw Grand Elder Fang and Sect Leader Yuan in the distance, both trying to save him.

However, members of the Beiming Sword Sect moved one after another to block their rescue attempts.

Ling Fei's eyes narrowed. 'Five Elements Seal, detonate!' A Five Elements Seal appeared in his palm.

The moment the Five Elements Seal appeared, Ling Fei activated it.

VMMMM!

The Five Elements Seal immediately shot forward, and just as it neared the three incoming attacks, it violently exploded.

WHOOSH!

In that instant, a terrifying burst of power erupted, engulfing the three assailants' attacks.

This was a Profound Spirit Treasure, a life-saving item given to Ling Fei by Sect Leader Yuan.

It was a single-use Spirit Seal that, once activated, could unleash a terrifying amount of power.

WHOOSH!

The terrifying power exploded outward, instantly overwhelming the three attacks.

Seizing the opportunity, Ling Fei activated the Gale Boots on his feet.

This was the Spiritual Treasure he had taken from Mo Ziyou.

With the Gale Boots activated, Ling Fei's body moved like the wind, and he shot backward in retreat.

On the mountaintop, the terrifying aftershock of the blast swept outward, forcing the young prodigies from Thousand Lakes Mountain and the other factions to retreat hastily.

The cultivators from the various sects all frowned. 'That guy actually had another trump card like that up his sleeve.'

The elders lurking in the shadows were also crestfallen. 'We still didn't kill him!'

That had been the perfect opportunity to kill Ling Fei. Having missed it, they feared another chance would be hard to come by.

"Kill!" But just as everyone was feeling disappointed, Beichen Feng made his move.

He led the disciples of the Beiming Sword Sect in forming a Sword Array. His long sword sliced through the air, transforming into a massive river of energy that slashed toward Ling Fei.

At that moment, Ling Fei was still flying backward, not yet having had a chance to regain his footing.

Beichen Feng's strike could be described as perfectly timed, seizing the last possible opportunity to kill Ling Fei.

Deep within the mountain range, Beichen Xinghe revealed a satisfied expression. 'Not bad. Feng'er is steady and knows how to seize an opportunity. He is worthy of my guidance.'

However, his expression remained grave, his Heart Spirit Sensing spread out in all directions, ready to intercept the Elders and Peak Masters of the Lingyun Sect at a moment's notice.

SWOOSH!

The Sword River slashed forward, slicing through the clouds and mist that filled the Mountain Abyss ahead.

Seeing this, Ling Fei's brow twitched. 'Damn, he's a persistent one.'

The members of the other Three Great Sects were still reeling in shock from the previous explosion.

Yet Beichen Feng had already gathered his Sword Momentum and launched an attack, demonstrating just how level-headed he was.

'Still, his attack is a good thing. I can use this opportunity to enter the Mountain Abyss,' Ling Fei thought. Despite his perilous situation, he showed no signs of despair.

With a flicker of his will, Sword Intent coalesced around his long sword as he sent it to meet the oncoming Sword River.

SWISH!

He slashed out once, the attack lunging forward like a Sword Dragon.

But it only managed to hold back the Beiming Sword River for a single breath before being shattered.

'Retreat!'

Ling Fei took the chance to retreat rapidly.

Then, the Beiming Sword River crashed into him. Its massive waves of energy sent Ling Fei flying.

Like a kite with its string cut, Ling Fei's body plunged into the misty clouds of the Mountain Abyss behind him.

PTHOO!

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from Ling Fei's lips.

SCREEE!

Just as Ling Fei spat blood, a Golden Eagle appeared, caught him, and flew deeper into the Mountain Abyss.

In a mere instant, the Golden Eagle carried Ling Fei a thousand meters into the abyss.

"Ling Fei is spitting blood!"

"He's badly injured!"

"After him! Go and kill him!" When the cultivators from the various sects saw Ling Fei spitting blood as the Golden Eagle carried him deep into the Mountain Abyss, their eyes lit up with greed.

Ling Fei was clearly grievously injured. If they didn't seize this chance to kill him, when would they ever get another?

"That's right, kill him!" One after another, cultivators activated their Supreme Treasures and flew into the abyss.

"Should we give chase?" the three young men from the Three Great Sects, each holding a Profound Spirit Treasure, asked as they exchanged glances.

They were worried Ling Fei might have other tricks up his sleeve.

"We can," one of them said. "We all just attacked him. How could he possibly have defended against Beichen Feng's sword strike when he was so unprepared?"

This person was Wen Qianhai of Thousand Lakes Mountain.

"He must be seriously injured now," the person next to him agreed with a nod.

Wen Qianhai looked at the other two and said, "It won't be difficult for the three of us to deal with him if we work together."

"Alright, let's do it together," the other two nodded.

And so, the young men from the three sects led the experts from their respective factions forward, intent on killing Ling Fei.

"Young Master, what are your thoughts?" a member of the Beiming Sword Sect asked.

"Our goal is to kill Ling Fei. It doesn't matter who lands the final blow. Treasures are rare, but one's life is more important," Beichen Feng said. "This is the Mist Mountain Abyss. Legend says that even Nascent Soul Realm Powerhouses have perished within. We cannot all rush in recklessly. It's enough to send a few people."

Beichen Feng had no intention of entering himself.

After all, the abyss ahead was a deathtrap, and he had no desire to die in there.

"That's true," the person beside him nodded in agreement.

At that moment, Grand Elder Fang's brow was tightly furrowed. 'Ling Fei has entered the Mist Mountain Abyss.'

The five Peak Masters and two Elders who had come with Sect Leader Yuan were also filled with worry.

It looked like Ling Fei had been gravely wounded by that last strike.

But just as they were about to make a move, Nascent Soul Realm Powerhouses from the Beiming Sword Sect, Dongze Sect, Thousand Lakes Mountain, and Wind Watching Cliff all appeared.

This time, each of those three smaller sects had sent three Nascent Soul Realm Powerhouses.

By the looks of it, they clearly intended to join forces with the Beiming Sword Sect to deal with the Lingyun Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, is your Lingyun Sect trying to break the rules of the Southern Wilderness?" Beiming Huahai's gaze was ice-cold as he walked step by step from the edge of the mountain range. With every step, it was as if a Sword Sea followed behind him, its terrifying aura rolling like a great tide, threatening to engulf the world.

That aura struck immense fear into the hearts of the cultivators on the edge of the Fallen Star Abyss.

"Beiming Huahai, it seems you and the other sects are truly determined to bully my Lingyun Sect," Yuan Huaitian said, his expression cold and severe.

"I wouldn't dare," Beiming Huahai said coldly. "However, any Nascent Soul Realm Powerhouse who dares to interfere in this matter will have to answer to my Beiming Sword Sect first."

"Heh heh. I've heard that your Beiming Swordsmanship dominates the Southern Wilderness. Today, I would like to ask for a lesson," Yuan Huaitian said, his eyes flashing.

At this point, his only option was to fight Beiming Huahai and determine who was stronger.