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Chapter 169: The Dual Surname Dugu
The Dust Whisk was a Ninth-Grade Treasure, unleashed by the Elder Steward of Qingyun Sect, demonstrating the full might of a Ninth-Grade Treasure.
Countless Dust Threads filled the air, embodying an overwhelming force of Vital Energy that caused the void to shatter. The Dust Threads spread out like a blanket, directly enveloping the Refined Man and the mighty eagle.
Some of the Dust Threads failed to stop before the Refined Man, piercing into the ground.
Clang, clang...
The sound of countless metal clashes echoed. These fine threads surpassed the power of a Sharp Sword, penetrating deep into the earth. At this moment, the Dust Whisk possessed a power far beyond that which had bound Lin Feng in a previous attack.
If Lin Feng had been struck by this blow, he would undoubtedly have been pierced through like the ground beneath him, left riddled with holes and dead.
"This damned Dust Whisk injured my junior brother; it must be destroyed."
The Refined Man raised his head, hands clasped behind his back, quietly observing the innumerable Dust Threads rushing toward him. Yet, just a yard away from him, they all came to a halt.
"What is happening?"
The Elder Steward of Qingyun Sect felt perplexed and immediately continued to form seals, channeling even greater magical power. He suddenly thrust his hand forward. The countless Dust Threads responded to his gesture, first retracting backward and then lunging forward with ferocity.
At that moment, the Refined Man extended one hand, forming a fist from palm to knuckles. An indescribably terrifying force of devouring surged forth. Countless Dust Threads all flowed into the heart of his fist.
Then, the Elder Steward of Qingyun Sect felt an unprecedented immense force pulling at him, rendering him unable to hold onto the Dust Whisk.
Whoosh...
The Dust Whisk shot out like a bolt of lightning from his grasp and landed in the hands of the Refined Man.
The Refined Man held the Dust Whisk in his left hand and then drew out his right hand from behind him. With both hands working together, he crushed the Dust Whisk into dust.
"You...?"
The Elder Steward of Qingyun Sect was left speechless. A powerful Ninth-Grade Treasure had been easily crushed by his bare hands? How was this possible? What level of Foundation had he reached?
"Junior Brother, step back."
Helan Mountain said in a deep voice, then turned to the refined man and asked, "Who are you?"
"My surname is Dugu, and my given name is Po," the refined man replied slowly.
"Is it him? The biggest dark horse of Lin Bai's generation at the Jiu Zhou Gathering. Back then, even Lin Bai was defeated by him. How could he appear here? Who exactly is he?"
The appearance of Dugu Po caused a stir, with all the elder-level figures discussing among themselves.
"So it's you."
Helan Mountain finally recalled that stunning youth from years ago. He never expected that decades later, he would have reached such heights. Truly, the younger generation is formidable.
"What is your true identity?" Helan Mountain asked again.
At Lin Bai's Jiu Zhou Gathering, this person had no sect or affiliation and participated as a Lone Cultivator Disciple. How could such a powerful cultivator possibly be without a sect?
Rumors suggested he came from one of the four great hidden realms of the world.
"Just a Loose Cultivator. And this person is my junior brother," Dugu Po said, not revealing his true identity or background.
In the shadows, Xiao Mi trembled upon hearing the name Dugu Po, unable to suppress her soft whisper, "So it is him."
The First Demon General sighed as well, "He left us just to join the Divine Ruins."
"What kind of sect is Divine Ruins that allows his cultivation to reach such heights?" Xiao Mi mused. She had once longed to join Divine Ruins herself. She had heard that only the one who claimed first place at the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference could earn the recognition of Divine Ruins and have a chance to enter. After securing the top spot in all three categories of the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference, her anticipation grew for the day when a disciple of Divine Ruins would come.
Unfortunately, until now, no one from Divine Ruins had appeared. Xiao Mi knew that her hopes of joining Divine Ruins were futile.
If Dugu Po was a disciple of Divine Ruins, then today’s victor of the three categories, Lin Feng, would also be considered a disciple of Divine Ruins? Xiao Mi couldn't help but wonder: Why? Why could Lin Feng achieve this today while she, having also secured first place in the past, could not?
Helan Mountain looked at Dugu Po and said, "Back then, it was rumored that you were the Son of the Demon Lord, infiltrating our Azure Cloud Sect to participate in the Jiuzhou Gathering Conference. So you truly come from the Demon Clan?"
Dugu Po replied with an indifferent expression, "Isn't this place yours? Why ask more?"
Helan Mountain suppressed his inner fury and turned to Martial Emperor beside him, saying, "Martial Emperor, how should we deal with this person?"
Without hesitation, Martial Emperor responded, "This is your Azure Cloud Sect's territory. I am merely a spectator today and cannot intervene."
Hearing this, Helan Mountain felt even angrier. When it came to seizing Shoushan Copper, you were eager; now that we face a formidable opponent, you’ve turned into a coward?
Bang...
A loud explosion echoed from the back mountain of Azure Cloud Sect, followed by a beam of white light shining forth. In an instant, this white light reached everyone’s eyes—it was a White-Haired Elder.
Upon seeing this person, Elder Steward of Qingyun Sect immediately displayed an expression of utmost respect and said, "Disciple pays respects to Master Uncle."
"Disciple pays respects to the Grand Elder."
The disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect saw this person and all respectfully knelt in greeting.
The old man appeared indifferent, yet there was a hint of arrogance in his demeanor. He looked at Dugu Po and sneered, "A mere child dares to cause trouble in my Azure Cloud Sect."
"Please enlighten me, senior." Facing such an elder, Dugu Po held a deep respect.
"I am curious to see what extraordinary abilities you possess."
A battle beyond the Master Realm was about to erupt. Both had reached the Cave Profound Realm, figures of legend.
When great figures clashed, even without displaying Divine Abilities, their every movement would cause significant changes in Earth Qi.
Above the old man's head, boundless Vital Energy surged into the Void, causing the white clouds above to shatter into countless layers without dissipating, resembling terraced fields.
Meanwhile, behind Dugu Po, dense Vital Energy gathered, creating a rift in the void as if he were about to tear it apart.
In the Azure Cloud Sect, all the young disciples retreated thousands of feet away to watch. Even elder-level figures had to withdraw to a distance of a thousand feet. Very few remained close.
Lin Feng still lay unconscious on the wings of the eagle. His Blood Devouring Cauldron rolled beside him.
At this moment, with the Elder Steward of Qingyun Sect's Dust Whisk shattered, Lin Miaomiao was freed from her restraints and returned to the arena. She looked at the towering eagle with fear in her heart.
However, for Lin Feng's sake, Lin Miaomiao steeled herself with a determination to die. Holding her Purple Twilight Sword, she directly unleashed the Azure Cloud Sect's Manifestation of Divine Powers. With a single strike of Lone Smoke, she concentrated Zimo's might and thrust it toward the eagle.
"Beast, return Lin Feng's life to me!"
The eagle watched as Lin Miaomiao flew in rapidly, standing still. Lin Miaomiao thrust her sword into the eagle's feathers, feeling as if she had pierced through impenetrable steel, and was sent flying backward.
Lin Miaomiao got up, hurriedly wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. Then, wielding the Purple Twilight Sword, she made a second attempt to strike.
The eagle called out a few times, trying to alert Lin Miaomiao. It seemed that this human was a bit slow on the uptake and couldn't comprehend its words at all.
At the moment Lin Miaomiao aimed to stab the eagle again, it spread its wings and swiftly wrapped around her, pinning her down against its feathers, side by side with Lin Feng.
"Foolish human, you should understand now that we are on the same side," thought the eagle.
"Lin Feng, wake up! It's me, Miaomiao."
As Lin Miaomiao approached Lin Feng, all her thoughts were focused on him, ignoring the powerful eagle.
Meanwhile, two formidable warriors from the Foundation were engaged in battle.
"Watch closely."
The elder spoke with a cold and arrogant tone, as if teaching a lesson to a junior. After finishing his words, he formed a Sword Point with his hand and thrust it toward the void ahead.
A straight and thick white sword light shot out from his fingers, piercing directly at Dugu Po's chest.
The initial strike was simple and ordinary but carried an indescribable aura of destruction. It was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stones. The straight sword energy condensed a massive amount of Vital Energy, making this strike even more terrifying.
Dugu Po formed a strange and complex gesture with both hands. At that moment, Earth Qi trembled violently, causing a bizarre disruption in the flow of energy beneath them. Then Dugu Po's figure suddenly vanished.
When he reappeared, Dugu Po stood behind the elder.
The spectators watching from a distance couldn't help but gasp at the extraordinary scene unfolding before them. The disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect felt a wave of anxiety for the Grand Elder, their hearts heavy with concern.
The old man seemed completely oblivious to Dugu Po, stepping forward as if nothing had happened, and thrusting his sword once more.
This sword was entirely black, simple yet ancient in design. It was a Ninth-Rank Sword. As the old man thrust it forward, a Light Spot appeared at the tip of the blade. This Light Spot grew larger, rapidly absorbing the power of Earth Qi at a terrifying pace.
Then, with both man and sword, the old man passed through the enormous White Light Spot.
At the very moment he stepped across the Light Spot, a sound like the earth shattering erupted.
Boom...
The White Light Spot exploded, unleashing countless terrifying sword energies that surged wildly toward Dugu Po.
"Excellent!"
The disciples of Azure Cloud Sect were invigorated, unable to contain their cheers and applause.
This strike was indeed remarkable.
Dugu Po remained calm and composed. At some point, a staff that reached his eyebrows appeared in his hand. He gripped it with both hands and accurately struck at the incoming sword energies with precise blows.
Void—countless sword energies surged forth.
In an instant, Dugu Po unleashed an uncountable number of strikes with his staff.
What kind of speed did this require? It was beyond words to describe.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of countless explosions echoed in the air, resembling fireworks bursting into the sky. Sticks and sword energies clashed, igniting into blazing flames.
Under the immense power of the countless sparks, a tremendous pressure enveloped Azure Cloud Peak, causing it to tremble slightly.
In this exchange, both parties were evenly matched. They were merely testing each other and had not yet revealed their full strength.
"Good sword," Dugu Po praised sincerely.
"Good staff technique," the old man had to admit.
Just as the old man spoke, a massive shadow fell from the sky. Its speed was beyond description. Dugu Po's Eyebrow-Height Staff was no longer in his hands.
The shadow descending from above was a staff as tall as a mountain peak. This enormous staff pulsed with Vital Energy, shining brilliantly and illuminating Gaojing, overshadowing the light of the sun and moon.
It reminded one of Lin Bai's sword that had recently soared into the skies of Gaojing. One couldn't help but wonder who was stronger, Lin Bai's sword or this person's staff? (To be continued...)
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