"I knew you wouldn't just sit and wait for death!" Qiu Feng revealed a cold expression, facing the Daoist Skills and various killing techniques that seemed to cover the sky and descend upon him. Even he felt a long-lost pressure.

"Qingqiu Fushu, I didn't expect that even in death, you would oppose the Abyss!" Qiu Feng looked at the familiar old face in the distance, his face even colder.

Qingqiu Fushu, the most talented Clan Leader of the Qingqiu fox clan, was the person who led the Qingqiu Clan to its peak during the First Epoch, his cunning almost demonic.

During the multiple-front wars of the First Epoch against the Demon Clan in the Abyss, Qingqiu Fushu served as the military advisor for the Demon Clan. With brute bodily strength and refined intellect, they managed to hold off their assaults and even had the strength to counterattack, inflicting huge losses upon them!

However, this guy, despite being almost demonically talented, wasn't cold-hearted; one could say he was a demon who valued relationships greatly.

Even though he heavily protected his own weaknesses—his family members—they still found opportunities to capture them. They used this as leverage to force Qingqiu Fushu to surrender.

But Qingqiu Fushu was no fool; surrendering would mean not only his life, his family members' lives, but also the lives of millions in the Demon Clan would be lost.

Therefore, he made an agreement with the Abyss army, to go alone to a place and fight a life-and-death battle with an Abyss Envoy. If Qingqiu Fushu won, he could take his family away, but if he lost, he would have to accept the baptism of the Abyss and become an Abyss Cultivator!

And the one Qinqiu Fushu dueled, was Qiu Feng!

But what Qiu Feng didn't expect was that Qingqiu Fushu, who always presented himself as a wise figure, turned out to be a Ninth Realm Cultivator—and among the best!

This misjudgment directly caused Qiu Feng's downfall on the spot, returning him to the embrace of the Abyss. But Qiu Feng, possessing a trace of eternal characteristics, wasn't that easy to kill. At the time, Qingqiu Fushu also didn't have the luxury of time to keep grappling with Qiu Feng.

Because no matter the outcome, the Abyss had no intention of letting Qingqiu Fushu leave alive.

Although, in the end, his family was safely sent away, Qingqiu Fushu himself, outnumbered, managed to kill an Abyss Envoy and severely injure three others as his battlefield achievements, falling regretfully in that canyon.

It took Qiu Feng a long time to revive himself, but his strength hasn't recovered to its peak even now.

And during the time he was asleep, his position in the Abyss significantly declined, and even after coming back to life, he couldn't reclaim his status.

So Qiu Feng truly hated Qingqiu Fushu down to his bones, but the guy chose to self-destruct his Divine Soul to avoid falling into the hands of the Abyss, dying without a trace, leaving Qiu Feng with no chance for revenge.

"Just right, then I will kill you once more here, to rid myself of this hatred in my heart!" Qiu Feng clapped his hands together violently, and a hurricane began to wreak havoc.

Abyss Wind Breath is an offensive technique, naturally, it can also serve as a defensive one.

The rapidly spinning storm diverted the torrent of Daoist Skills around it, then with the Abyss Wind Breath's properties, it obliterated the Daoist Skill!

As the two sides were deadlocked, a blood-red True Dragon roared and appeared within the torrent of Daoist Skills, biting down on Qiu Feng's mouth, holding him firm, unable to escape. A burst of cold light followed closely, stabbing directly toward Qiu Feng's heart.

Qiu Feng clenched his teeth tightly, extending his somewhat illusory right hand, splitting off a fierce raptor that tore towards the long spear.

This raptor was no stranger to the crowd, it was the ancient fearsome beast, the Great Wind!

After all, the Blood Dragon was only a residual soul of a True Dragon, its strength far less than at its peak. Though it managed to bite Qiu Feng by surprise, it was now slowly being pried open, seeking to break free.

But in that moment, a majestic and boundless Fist Intent descended from the skies, smashing a punch onto Qiu Feng's forehead, and the Qiu Feng showing signs of escape was smashed back.

Taking this punch head-on, Qiu Feng had a deep fist print on his forehead, his illusory body momentarily flickered, showing signs of dissipating, but in the end, he still managed to stabilize himself.

"Trivial tricks!" Qiu Feng grunted softly.

Although the punch was astonishing, it didn't cause him much damage. The Sixth Realm is, after all, the Sixth Realm, with a chasm-like gap between him and it.

Even though his current available strength isn't much—merely about the early stage of the Eighth Realm—this is still the Eighth Realm. With the Abyss Wind Breath as his innate Divine Artifact, his body bolstered by the Wind Law, he would forever not be something a Sixth Realm Cultivator could provoke!

But within Zhou Zuixi's punch lay the unyielding imperial energy of the Immortal Dynasty, combined with the intricate willing power of all living creatures, which penetrated directly into his body wreaking havoc.

The unyielding and fierce imperial energy of the Immortal Dynasty, peerless under the heavens, like a decree issued by an emperor, carried an unwavering authority – if it willed you dead, there was no living.

And the intricate willing power of all creatures, born to protect the mortals, was naturally the sworn enemy of the chaotic and corrupting Abyss Power, exerting an extremely evident restraining force against it.

With these two wildly different forces running rampant inside his body, even Qiu Feng was facing a predicament.

He looked at the young man who, despite being gravely injured and falling, still did not forget to sneer at him – he truly had not anticipated that this person could master the power of the Immortal Dynasty and the willing power to such an extent. He was indeed not to be underestimated.

"Over to you..." Zhou Zuixi closed his eyes, allowing gravity to pull him towards the ground without resistance.

He knew his body well – presently, he couldn't even muster his Spiritual Power, let alone lift a little finger.

However, the robustness of his Body Cultivation was there for all to see; even if he fell from this height of ten thousand meters, it would be no big deal. Thus, he simply took a swig of wine midair and fell asleep.

Either Liang Yi and the others would kill that guy, and he'd wake to nothing amiss; or if that guy won, he'd just lie there waiting for death.

Drunk, let the torrents rage – with his eyes closed, the mundane dust of the world had nothing to do with him.

Looking at Qiu Feng, immobilized by the Blood Dragon's restraints and hammered into rigidity by Zhou Zuixi's punch, both Liang Yi and Su Youyi naturally would not miss this excellent opportunity.

Liang Yi's body was already extremely weakened, now even more so. If the previous two strikes had emptied him, this strike he was about to unleash was a complete overextension.

Although this strike was still dazzling, it truly could not reach the heights of the previous two strikes.

Su Youyi could clearly sense her senior brother's physical condition; her eyes were full of distress, but she could not stop her senior brother. So they could only agree that this time she would take the lead, and her senior brother would assist from the side.

Although Liang Yi had no choice but to concede to his junior sister's determined gaze, he obediently took his place behind her.

Su Youyi stood with the Lovesick Sword vertically before her, and a golden light orb emanated from her forehead, making her whole body radiate golden brilliance!

The pale golden light cast Su Youyi in an incredibly holy aura, her black waterfall-like hair gently lifting, edges entwined in gold light, adding layers of mystery and majesty.

Now, Su Youyi had taken on the hues of spring dew and autumn frost, her Sword Intent vigorous and lush, with mysterious rings encircling her body, giving her an ethereal and dreamlike appearance.

The gold light orb floated up from Su Youyi's forehead to the top of her head, the gold light vanished, and a magnificent Emperor's Crown settled stably upon her head.

Liang Yi's heart uncontrollably thumped hard. Although the timing wasn't right, his junior sister was genuinely stirring his heart beyond measure.

"A mortal fairy?" The term arose in Liang Yi's mind, but he immediately shook his head to cast it aside.

His junior sister was far more valiant and dashing than any fairy. If one had to describe her, his junior sister deserved the title "Female Sword Immortal".

Liang Yi could not discern what that pale gold crown was, but he felt its contained imperial majesty, like that of a sword-wielding emperor, very profoundly.

Both the untainted sword heart within him and the Cliff Sword Intent were exuberantly responsive at this moment, even sending out a thread of Sword Intent to merge into the crown, rendering it even more resplendent!

With a twang—

Su Youyi flicked the body of her sword with her index finger, the crystal-clear sound of the sword ringing out, spreading in all directions, reaching beyond the Secret Realm!

At the heart of the Secret Realm, a sword-shaped stone stood implanted in a boulder. After countless years of passing time, the sword stone had already crumbled.

Yet now, hearing this sword ring that filled the entire Secret Realm, the boulder quietly trembled.

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