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"Believe it or not, I'm just stating a fact. As long as I, Ye Feng, am here, you won't step foot into the great hall!" Ye Feng crossed his arms over his chest and said nonchalantly.
Unexpectedly, this Ye Feng was even more arrogant than he was. Zhou Jun snorted coldly, feeling a struggle within. In the past, he would never have tolerated someone of his generation acting so recklessly in front of him; he would have rushed forward without hesitation to battle. However, with the Exotic Treasure possibly right in front of him in this great hall and countless others rushing in from behind, there was no need to waste time on this person.
"I want to see how you stop me!" A fierce glint flashed in Zhou Jun's eyes as he strode forward, ignoring him.
The secret of the Ancient Demon Lord was not something everyone could handle. Ye Feng sighed helplessly and activated his Wind Treading Step again, quickly closing the distance to Zhou Jun.
Zhou Jun did not want to get entangled with Ye Feng. He pushed off the ground, causing a loud rumble as cracks spread like spider webs beneath him. His figure darted forward like a willow leaf, leaping dozens of meters toward the Lunar Palace.
"Xiao Bing, stop him!" Ye Feng's expression changed slightly. Although his Wind Treading Step was fast, it couldn't catch up to Zhou Jun in time. He could only rely on Xiao Bing by the stone tablet for assistance.
Xiao Bing was already prepared. Her small hands moved like flowers blooming, unleashing dozens of palm shadows that filled the air with a surge of coldness, creating beautiful ice flowers that crystallized in the atmosphere.
Zhou Jun, surrounded by the palm shadows, did not share her view. He felt the temperature around him drop suddenly, layers of frost covering his body. Before the palm shadows reached him, the icy aura had already invaded, leaving him greatly astonished.
"This little girl is surprisingly strong!" Zhou Jun had already noticed the two young girls by the stone tablet. He recognized Ning Ruoxue, who was sitting cross-legged and seemed to be healing; she posed no threat. As for the other girl, she appeared younger and lacked any strong Elemental Wave within her body, so he didn't take her seriously.
In a moment of carelessness, Zhou Jun found himself surrounded by dozens of palm shadows. Coupled with the chilling effect, the golden flames on his body dimmed significantly, and even his Vital Energy seemed to stagnate.
"Break for me!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhou Jun shouted angrily as the golden flames on his body surged violently. He swung his Golden Ring Blade with great force; the blade's momentum was like wind—extremely domineering—as he slashed down with a blade light that felt heavier than a thousand pounds, layered upon itself like a waterfall before the palm shadows.
"Heavenly Gang Blade Technique Second Form: Breaking the Void and Slashing the Waves!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ice-like shadow of the palm shattered immediately, scattering ice shards everywhere. However, under the control of Little Ice, these ice shards did not fly far; instead, they paused in mid-air, turned around, and transformed into about a hundred ice needles, shooting straight at Zhou Jun.
"Heavenly Gang Blade Technique, Sixth Form: Endless Mountain of Blades!"
Facing Little Ice's relentless assault, Zhou Jun advanced instead of retreating. He stepped forward with his right foot, shattering the Stone Steps in front of the Lunar Palace, as golden flames blazed on his blade like boiling water.
With a low growl, Zhou Jun flicked his wrist and instantly unleashed hundreds of blade shadows, suppressing his opponent like a mountain of blades.
Clang! Clang!
Watching the ice needles being shredded by Zhou Jun's blade mountain Phantom one by one, Little Ice's expression changed slightly. She did not expect her opponent to be so difficult to deal with. Instinctively, she took a step back, her face unusually serious.
"I am angry!!"
When she opened her eyes again, Little Ice had a blank expression. She muttered incantations under her breath, and it seemed as if two tiny whirlwinds of cold ice were swirling in her pupils. Around her body, a fierce wind spread out from her center in an instant.
At this moment, the blade mountain Phantom had completely shredded all the ice needles and continued its momentum towards Little Ice.
As the blade mountain passed through, the air was sliced open with explosive sounds like firecrackers. Zhou Jun was truly enraged this time; all his Vital Energy was poured into this move "Endless Mountain of Blades." The blade mountain Phantom surged forward without any sign of dissipating; instead, it became even more solidified, as if a massive mountain made of countless long blades was pressing down upon him.
Little Ice's gaze turned exceptionally cold. She stomped her foot, causing the ground to tremble as the icy whirlwind surrounding her expanded continuously. Crystal-clear icy wings sprouted from her back.
"What kind of Martial Technique is this that can form wings?" Zhou Jun's pupils constricted. He did not know Little Ice's true identity; he only knew that she was extremely powerful and that he had to exert all his strength to have any chance of victory.
"Heavenly Gang Blade Technique, Seventh Form: Mountain of Blades!" Zhou Jun raised both hands high and struck again with the Golden Ring Blade, creating a second layer of blade mountain!
The double-layered blade mountain was already Zhou Jun's limit!
Xiao Bing's black hair danced wildly, her long skirt fluttering as she suddenly spread her arms wide.
"Ice Phoenix Divine Technique, Extreme Cold Domain!"
Whoosh!
A terrifying storm erupted from the ground, centered on Xiao Bing, surging forward. Snowflakes swirled in the storm, and the howling wind made it impossible for Ye Feng to see what was happening inside.
After a moment, the storm began to subside, and Xiao Bing's chest heaved as she breathed heavily.
The scene before Ye Feng left him speechless.
Within a fan-shaped area about ten meters in front of Xiao Bing lay a thick layer of snow nearly half a meter deep, and in the midst of it stood a human-shaped ice sculpture with arms raised above its head, striking the pose of executing the second level of the Blade Mountain technique.
"I didn't expect Xiao Bing to unleash such a powerful Martial Technique without transforming into her true form. No, this shouldn't be called a Martial Technique; it's more like a divine skill of a mythical beast!" Ye Feng's mouth twitched as he realized just how terrifying Xiao Bing's combat power truly was.
"Fortunately, I eliminated the trace of Soul Thought left by Tianyi Daoist in Xiao Bing's Nirvana Palace earlier. Otherwise, if Xiao Bing had been controlled by Tianyi Daoist and turned against me, it would have been quite troublesome!"
Zhou Jun was completely encased in ice, his fate unknown. Xiao Bing brushed off the snowflakes from her body and smiled at Ye Feng from a distance.
Ye Feng forced a bitter smile and shook his head. Who would have thought that the earlier scene was caused by this seemingly innocent girl?
"What happened up ahead?"
"That ice sculpture looks like Zhou Jun from Fengyu Holy Institute!"
"Impossible! Zhou Jun is an exceptional master on the verge of entering the Gangwu Realm. How could he be frozen here?"
A murmur of discussion arose behind him, and Ye Feng frowned, knowing that trouble was inevitable.
Turning around, he saw dozens of Trial Disciples in Hanbaiyu Square. From their attire, Ye Feng recognized that these individuals were disciples from Flowing Cloud Villa, Fengyu Holy Institute, and Dragon Tiger Sect.
"Quick, let's go take a look. If something happened to Senior Brother Zhou, we won't have a good explanation for the Sect Leader when we return!" said one of the disciples from Flowing Cloud Villa. They were uncertain if the ice sculpture ahead was Zhou Jun, but they couldn't contain their eagerness to confirm their suspicions.
Ye Feng sneered and raised his hand to stop them.
"It is indeed Zhou Jun ahead. If you don't want to end up like him as an ice sculpture, it's best to behave yourselves!"
"Shut up! Who do you think you are? How dare you oppose us from Fengyu Holy Institute!" A Round-Faced Disciple stepped forward, arrogantly reprimanding him.
"Why waste words on him? He’s just a stray fish from outside; we should just kill him!"
Ye Feng raised the Azure Dragon Sword, blocking it in front of everyone, his Vital Energy circulating at its peak, exuding a powerful aura.
"I know your intentions; you want to gain some benefits here. Unfortunately for you, I’m afraid you'll be disappointed. There are no treasures here, only a sealed Ancient Demon Lord. If he gets out, we will all perish!"
"Ninth Level of Yuanwu Realm! This guy has such high cultivation!" the Round-Faced Disciple exclaimed in shock, stepping back in disbelief. He never expected that besides Zhao Xiner and Senior Brother Zhou Jun, another expert at Yuanwu Ninth Level would appear among the younger generation of Northern Border Nine Sects!
"I remember now; he is Ye Feng, the newly rising Ye Feng from Dragon Tiger Sect!" A disciple from Fengyu Holy Institute slapped his forehead as if recalling something important.
The disciples of Fengyu Holy Institute fell silent; most of their cultivation levels were around the fifth or sixth layer of Origin Martial Realm and were far from being Ye Feng's opponents.
"Ye Feng, it really is you!" A familiar voice called out. Ye Feng focused his gaze and saw someone wearing similar attire to his own, except with an embroidered azure dragon on the chest—Li Chengce, a disciple from Dragon Tiger Sect's Azure Dragon Hall, who had clashed with him during the Outer Sect Grand Competition.
"Azure Dragon Hall colluding with outsiders to harm fellow disciples; I, Ye Feng, will settle this score with you sooner or later!" Ye Feng's eyes flashed with intensity as killing intent surged forth.
"Such arrogance! No matter how powerful you are, can you really withstand the siege from all of us?"
Another familiar face appeared, a disciple from White Tiger Hall, Ginger Chen.
One by one, nearly all the Trial Disciples in the Qiu Yang Secret Realm had arrived. Seeing their side outnumbering the opponent, the Round-Faced Disciple from Fengyu Holy Institute grew bolder and was about to charge toward the main hall.
"Seeking death!" Ye Feng snorted coldly, swinging the Azure Dragon Sword in his hand.
Swish!
As the sword light passed, blood splattered everywhere. The Round-Faced Disciple's left leg, which had just stepped forward, was abruptly severed by a sudden flash of sword light, leaving him with no chance to retaliate.
"Ah!! Help me!!" The Round-Faced Disciple let out a scream akin to a slaughtered pig as he was hastily dragged back into the crowd by his fellow disciples from Fengyu Holy Institute.
The sword light did not cease; it carved a ten-meter-long scar into the ground, creating a barrier between him and the crowd.
"Anyone who dares to cross this line will be killed without mercy!"
With the Azure Dragon Sword held across his chest, Ye Feng's face was as cold as ice, exuding an overwhelming killing intent!
"The Immortal Sect seniors sacrificed their Divine Soul to seal the Shura Demon King Lu Tong. As long as I, Ye Feng, still draw breath, I will not allow anyone to dare disrupt the Ritual Array!"
Ye Feng's formidable aura stunned everyone present. Ginger Chen and Li Chengce exchanged glances, contemplating inciting the crowd to advance. Yuan Yun occasionally glanced at the distant stone tablet, his eyes sparkling with excitement that he could not conceal.
"What are we afraid of? He just wants to monopolize the treasures inside the hall. We’ve come all this way; are we really going to watch as ancient Exotic Treasures fall into this kid's hands?"
"Brother Li is right! So what if he is at Yuanwu Ninth Level? I don’t believe that we can’t defeat him if we join forces!"
"That's right, everyone don't be afraid, let's go together!"
Soon, someone was encouraged by the two and crossed the sword mark.
"Tide Sound Sword Technique!"
The sword light flashed by, like countless tides rising from the ground, surging forward. The three Trial Disciples who had just run a few steps past the sword mark suddenly felt a chill at their necks, and after a brief moment, a trace of blood appeared before they lost consciousness.
Three heads rolled on the Ground, while their bodies continued to run three steps before finally collapsing to the ground.
Hiss!
Everyone gasped in shock; Ye Feng's speed with the sword had exceeded their imagination.
No one dared to take a second step! Instead, they all retreated, fearing being caught in the overwhelming tide of sword light.
However, the tidal wave of sword light abruptly stopped at the sword mark. Ye Feng sheathed his sword, his eyes slightly closed, standing before everyone like an insurmountable mountain!
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