The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

At that moment, Feng Fu, pierced by a myriad of swords, let out a booming laugh. "Did you think you, Li Mo, were the only one with such talent and strength? You sorely underestimate others!"

He then roared, "Behold my technique—Nirvana Rebirth: Heavenly Fire Incarnation!"

Feng Fu's body instantly disintegrated, leaving only a tiny spark of fire. The spark flickered, and a deluge of flames erupted, forming a pillar of fire that connected heaven and earth. The pillar then fanned out, and Feng Fu, too, transformed into a colossal phantom to confront Li Mo.

The morale of the Qixia Sect surged. "His body has become the technique, the Dao itself flows from his will! The Sect Leader's cultivation is also approaching the Divinity Transformation Stage!"

Wei Yanlan let out a long breath. "Feng Fu was the one who was truly hiding his strength. To think that neither you nor I ever knew!"

Feng Qing smiled and shook his head. "Hah, and to think we were saying the Saint's plan had failed. I was already prepared to flee back to the Qixia Sect!"

At the same time, the two kept a close watch on the Wangyou Sect's two Supreme Elders, ready to prevent any interference.

Feng Fu, now a crimson phantom, did not linger. He took the form of a True Phoenix and, with a heaven-shattering cry, charged toward Li Mo.

Li Mo snorted. "Even if our cultivation is on par, you're still no match for me! Wangyou Dao Realm—devour!"

The massive phantom expanded once more, becoming like a boundless maw seeking to swallow the Fire Phoenix whole.

The great maw and the Fire Phoenix collided.

A clash of Dao against Dao.

They dissolved and seared one another away. The great maw and the Fire Phoenix visibly dwindled, shrinking before their eyes.

At this, Li Mo's Heaven-Praying Daoist Art could no longer be sustained. The afterglow of the twin suns slowly began to shine down upon the battlefield once more.

As the great maw and the Fire Phoenix faded into nothingness, two figures began to emerge from the dissipating phantoms—first their hairlines, then their temples…

The Supreme Elders on both sides knew this was the moment their leaders were most vulnerable. Enraged, they charged forward, each intending to slay the opposing Sect Leader. With identical intentions, they furiously unleashed attacks on one another, and in an instant, the Supreme Elders were locked in combat.

Seeing his chance, the Daoist of the Wangyou Sect, Li Zhixuan, immediately sent a command via voice transmission. He activated the Golden Core Battle Array and charged toward the two figures materializing in the sky.

At the same time, the Qixia Sect deployed their own Battle Array, striving to hold Li Zhixuan back.

The grand battle between the two sides erupted once more.

The upper halves of Li Mo's and Feng Fu's faces had materialized. Li Mo's brow was furrowed in shock; he couldn't believe Feng Fu possessed strength equal to his own.

Feng Fu, however, wore the cunning, triumphant smirk of a successful schemer.

Li Mo's heart lurched at the sight of that smile. 'Could it be…?'

Feng Fu's half-materialized face spoke softly, "Today is the day you, Li Mo, will fall!"

As his voice faded, the eclipse of the twin suns ended completely, their light shining down upon the floating clouds above.

'Clouds?'

Li Mo's face went pale, his once imperious eyes constricting in terror.

'In a battle between Late-stage Nascent Soul experts, how could there still be clouds in the sky? Any ordinary clouds, no matter how durable, would have been instantly scattered by the force of their Daoist arts.'

'These clouds… they're anything but ordinary!'

A flash of killing intent emanated from the clouds. Li Mo let out a furious roar, "Liucheng Sect! May you all die a miserable death!"

Two elderly figures shot out from the clouds. One wielded a hook, the other a halberd. They were none other than the two Supreme Elders of the Liucheng Sect.

This was Feng Fu's final trump card. He'd had the Liucheng Sect hold their defensive array at all costs in their fight against the Black Dragon Sect, freeing up two Nascent Soul cultivators to deliver the decisive blow at the critical moment.

The hook and halberd flew as one, trailing a crimson killing intent. They struck out in eight directions, forming a deadly assassination array that trapped Li Mo, whose body was still only half-materialized.

In a flash, Li Mo, a master of the Late-stage Nascent Soul, was reduced to dust.

They hadn't made a move until now, but when they did, it was a guaranteed kill. They had hidden for so long, waiting for this very moment. With Li Mo's Daoist art depleted and his physical body not yet fully formed, he had no power to retaliate. Trapped within the assassination array, not even his Nascent Soul could escape.

Seeing this, the two Supreme Elders of the Wangyou Sect immediately used a Secret Technique to flee.

The Golden Core Battle Array under Li Zhixuan's command also fell apart as many of the Golden Core Cultivators within abandoned the formation to save their own skins.

The turn of events was so sudden that Feng Qing and Wei Yanlan barely had time to react, let alone the disciples of the Qixia Sect.

Feng Fu, his body now fully materialized, spoke in a grave voice. "Elder Feng Qing, remain here and eliminate the Wangyou Sect remnants! The rest of us will give chase. Don't let them escape back to the Wangyou Sect—if they activate their grand sect array, we'll be in trouble!" With that, he transformed into a crimson streak and shot off in pursuit.

Wei Yanlan and the two Supreme Elders from the Liucheng Sect immediately followed.

And so, the Wangyou Sect's forces routed in an instant. Even the most die-hard disciples lost all will to fight.

Feng You, the Daoist of the Qixia Sect, was overcome with emotion. Li Zhixuan had completely suppressed him at the start of the battle; now was his chance to wash away the shame. His position as Daoist had always been a point of contention among the sect's Cultivators. Rumors constantly swirled that his cultivation was lacking, his talent was insufficient, and he was unworthy of the title. To make matters worse, a Saintess had recently emerged within the sect—one who had even comprehended five arts from the Dragon and Phoenix Treasure Manual, which only further fueled his frustration.

'If I can defeat—or even kill—Li Zhixuan, the strongest of all the Daoists, no one will ever question my right to this position again!'

Coordinating with the Golden Core Battle Array, he began a frenzied assault on Li Zhixuan and his broken formation. When he saw Feng Qing approaching to help, he immediately shouted, "Supreme Elder, stay your hand! This one is mine!"

Seeing that Li Zhixuan's defeat was a foregone conclusion, Feng Qing turned to pursue other Golden Core cultivators.

The Golden Core cultivators remaining in Li Zhixuan's broken array were all loyalists. At this point, they held no hope of survival; their only thought was to protect their Daoist's life so that he might one day avenge them.

And so, they fought a desperate battle as they retreated.