Summit of the Old Gods

Beifeng couldn't care about much, and suddenly lifted his right hand, slapping the side of his head!

It seemed he wanted to squash the annoying little bug into pulp.

A crisp "snap" sound!

Yan Shuangzi flickered to Beifeng's back, gripping Beifeng's right wrist fiercely with her right hand.

The howling gale indeed restricted Beifeng's performance.

In the previous battles, whenever Yan Shuangzi flickered over, Beifeng could always sense the Divine Power fluctuations in advance and dodge rapidly.

But this time, whether it was due to being disturbed by the storm or by Lu Ran, his right hand was firmly caught by Yan Shuangzi!

Both parties were moving very fast!

Beifeng was fighting for his life, while Yan Shuangzi was fighting for her master's life.

She couldn't care less about the Prisoner Demon's Lock anymore, relying solely on physical combat in a moment of desperation, which instead better matched the role of Greedy Wolf-Evil Dog, unleashing her battle prowess.

With quick reactions, she fiercely grabbed Beifeng's left arm with her left hand, firmly restraining him from behind.

As a deity with a complete Divine Position, Yan Shuangzi's physical strength and overall attributes far surpassed Beifeng's.

"Ah ah ah!" Beifeng exploded with an astonishing desire to survive.

He struggled frantically, desperately trying to remold the Divine Technique·Shattering Wind Armor, shaking his head wildly again.

"Oh, damn..." Lu Ran swayed left and right, not to mention deploying the Divine Weapon Domain, he was almost flung away entirely.

The Smoke and Mist Silk worked wonders!

The soft flying ribbon infinitely extended, wrapping around Beifeng's forehead and the back of his head, and kept stretching.

It seemed to transform into a headband, attempting to lock the tiny Human Clan and the Divine Sculpture head completely.

"Don't move!" Yan Shuangzi hated Beifeng to the extreme, smashing her forehead against the back of his head fiercely.

"Thud!!"

Beifeng was instantly bashed forward, hanging his head low.

Smoke and Mist Silk: "..."

This headbutt was exceptionally vicious, breaking and crushing the ribbon coiled at the back of Beifeng's head.

Although Smoke and Mist Silk was damaged, at the same time, a huge blood-colored chain wound around Beifeng's waist.

Fourth Rank Magic Artifact·Prisoner Demon's Lock!

Due to the new owner's usage habits, in a series of past battles, the Prisoner Demon's Lock was always held in the owner's hand, aligning with Yan Shuangzi's actions, predicting her intentions, and deploying its capabilities.

But the problem is, the Prisoner Demon's Lock is not a Divine Weapon and does not require casting spells together with the owner.

It can move on its own!

In just an instant, Beifeng's body stiffened.

The dizzy and chaotic Lu Ran finally received a chance to output, but the uncontrollable battlefield environment blew him away with the fierce turbulent storm.

"Wow, damn..."

A faint voice, disappearing with the tiny Human Clan in the wind.

Yan Shuangzi, restraining Beifeng's arms, was anxious, having no idea where her master had been blown to?

At this moment, a Sound Transmission Seal entered her mind: [Bring Beifeng back to the previous place!]

Yan Shuangzi decisively followed the order, along with the Magic Artifact Prisoner Demon's Lock, taking controlled Beifeng, flickering and disappearing together.

An instant teleportation, Heaven and Hell.

The "Eye of the Typhoon" area was naturally calm and peaceful.

Lu Ran was already waiting here, but he remained completely concealed, unnoticed by Yan Shuangzi.

It wasn't until a terrifying energy burst from Beifeng's forehead that she noticed Lu Ran once again holding the Eight Desolate Blade, thrusting it viciously into Beifeng's forehead.

"Crack! Crack..." The sound of Divine Sculpture crawling out of the fractured pattern was crisp and piercing.

Eight Desolate Blade's Third Divine Weapon Domain·One Blade Opens Heaven!

Lu Ran's eyes were cold, his heart roiling with hatred, seemingly flowing along with the terrifying Divine Power through the blade body, forcibly injected into Beifeng's Divine Sculpture facade.

Eight Desolate Blade's First Divine Weapon Domain·Eight Directions Annihilation!

"Ah ah ah ah!!" Beifeng screamed miserably.

The massive stone head, like a mountain, continually crumbled, with terrifying energy splashing out from the fractured lines.

"Yuxiang!" Yan Shuangzi suddenly exclaimed.

She couldn't see the tiny Lu Ran, but she could clearly see the Divine Statue attacking.

Since Beifeng stopped casting spells together with the Divine Weapon Blade, the storm lost the continuous Divine Power injection and no longer had its proper output level.

Its value existence was to continue spreading by inertia, used to create chaos, and assist Beifeng's escape.

That's why Lu Ran dared to step into the game before; that's why at this moment Deng Yuxiang could easily break through the storm and enter the eye of the typhoon.

Yan Shuangzi restraining Beifeng's arms, watching Deng Yuxiang rushing in quickly, saw the broken blade in her friend's hand extending into a radiant shining blade body.

Directly targeting Beifeng!

Back when Ran Sect's soldiers were executing missions in the First Layer of Heaven, Deng Yuxiang's Divine Weapon·Night-cutting Blade had already been upgraded to the Third Rank.

The Divine Weapon Domain of the Night-slaying Great Saber is quite special.

First Divine Weapon Domain·Endless Long Night, can extend the broken blade to a length of 28 meters.

The steel blade body pieced together with pure energy has a very strong armor-piercing effect!

The second Divine Weapon Domain is similar to the former, allowing the blade to extend to a terrifying length of 280 meters.

When the Human Clan's small Divine Weapon, along with its owner transforming into a Stone Sculpture, and both transforming into a giant stone blade, it could deploy the second Divine Weapon Domain to complete the broken blade, with the energy-pieced blade body being significantly shorter in length.

Seemingly used to supplement width and thickness?

Even so, the completed Night-slaying Great Saber still had an exceptional specification, with its dazzling sharp blade directly chopping at Beifeng's shattered head.

But Lu Ran was still there!

"Yuxiang, wait..."

Before Yan Shuangzi could finish her words, another Sound Transmission descended into her mind: [I called her here!]

Yan Shuangzi had already been dodging while restraining Beifeng, heard the words, and then turned to embrace Lord God's arms, heading towards Deng Yuxiang.

Beifeng's screams abruptly ceased, his eyes wide open with fractured lines crawling!

In his view, the long-haired, sharp-eyed woman, her eyes filled with astonishing killing intent:

"That day, you should have killed me!"

Accompanied by the woman's icy words, the gleaming blade slashed down fiercely!

"Crack!!"

The blade fell, the skull shattered.

Countless fragments of stone splattered out, hitting Deng Yuxiang and Yan Shuangzi like raindrops, making crackling sounds.

Deng Yuxiang raised the blade again and slashed downward along the fractured neck of the Divine Mountain of North Wind.

One slash! Another slash!

And yet another slash...

Yan Shuangzi hurriedly activated her Heart Thought, and the Prisoner Demon Chains wrapped around the North Wind's waist quickly flew back. She gently assisted her friend, grasping the headless corpse's arm to move the Divine Sculpture forward.

The corpse of North Wind was split open.

Cut into two pieces!

The murderous intent in Deng Yuxiang's eyes had not dissipated. Her face, which should have been stunningly beautiful, now seemed somewhat ferocious, frightening to behold.

She continued to whip the corpse.

Still slicing the North Wind Divine Sculpture into a thousand pieces!

"Gulp." Lu Ran's throat bobbed once, dazedly watching the Big Nightmare.

All along, she had presented a calm and composed demeanor, not even crying out when facing death in Beifeng City on that day.

Yet today... Deng Yuxiang did not cry out either.

But the sound of the blade slicing through the air, and the continuous shattering of the stone sculpture, seemed to replace her cries.

Hatred, anger, humiliation...

Today, it all comes to resolution!

"Puff!!"

The North Wind Divine Sculpture shattered into pieces, dispersing into mist, finally escaping its torment.

Deng Yuxiang, with a disheveled appearance, clutching the Night-slaying Great Saber, finally halted.

The Magic Artifact, Smoke Green Gauze, flowing within her hair, should have tidied its master's long hair, but at that moment it remained silent, not daring to make any movement.

In the eye of the typhoon where the winds had calmed, an eerie silence fell.

Just as Lu Ran was about to speak, a buzzing sound was suddenly heard.

The Night-slaying Knife in Deng Yuxiang's hand vibrated violently.

"Buzz!!"

"Hmm?" Deng Yuxiang lifted the Night-slaying Great Saber. Unfortunately, the thick fog obscured her vision, and she couldn't see the blade.

In the densely clouded sky, swirlings of Fog Dragon Rolls surged, connecting to the eye of the typhoon.

Was the Night-slaying Great Saber about to ascend?

After dismembering the North Wind, it, along with its master, finally achieved their long-held wish?

Lu Ran was quite delighted but then narrowed his eyes and quickly transmitted: [Nightmare, fly up, the Divine Soul of North Wind!]

Deng Yuxiang immediately flew upward, and upon detecting the presence of the Divine Soul, she began to inhale deeply.

Lu Ran recalled something else and started searching around.

Through the storm that obscured vision, a pair of Simurgh's Eyes pierced through the dim sky, spotting a god and a blade dozens of kilometers away toward the northwest.

The Divine Sculpture was that of Huangfu Tianjiang.

He possessed the Purple Thunder Demon Peng Evil Technique·Demon Peng Eyes, granting night vision and the ability to see through fog, sand, frost, and snow in harsh conditions.

The blade was the Fourth Rank Divine Weapon previously wielded by North Wind!

In terms of proportion, this blade had a slender, long style, similar to the long straight blade, identical to the Fourth Rank Divine Weapon Blade of the Night Charm.

Its entire body glistened with a cold brilliance, appearing like a special steel material.

If nothing unexpected, this blade should be the one Lord Beifeng brought from the homeland of the God Demons?

Hmm... let's call it "North Wind Blade" for now!

Lu Ran mused silently and instructed Huangfu Tianjiang to hurry back to absorb energy.

Around the Divine Mountain of North Wind, the storm stirred everything into a mess, naturally sweeping the dense Holy Spirit Energy into its midst.

Luckily, within the eye of the typhoon, the winds were calm, hence the North Wind Divine Soul remained unaffected.

Speaking of which, nothing in the Dimension of the Dead Soul could impact the real world.

At this moment, the Divine Soul of North Wind seethed with anger, longing to tear Deng Yuxiang's head apart, but all his efforts were in vain.

He could only watch helplessly as he was continually devoured, bit by bit fading away.

Offering the supreme Divine Position on a silver platter.

To this person, who personally concluded his life — a once-insignificant ant at his feet.

This feeling was too unbearable.

Truly despair-inducing.

Hehe~

Lu Ran's face broke into a smile, complacently closing his eyes.

The winds and waves persisted, carrying the Holy Spirit Energy, continuously nourishing his physical body.

Although the concentration wasn't high, it was enough for him to relish thoroughly.

In his mind, a cold voice suddenly arose:

[Little Lu Ran.]

[What's up, Big Nightmare?]

[He's dead, from the Divine Sculpture to the Divine Soul, utterly vanquished.]

[Mmm, mmm, at last, we've avenged our great vendetta... By the way, are you ready to take over Beifeng City?]

[Beifeng City?] Deng Yuxiang's body shivered, holding the Night-slaying Great Saber upright in front of her.

[You say... once you descend upon Beifeng City, what will your former fellow sect brethren and sisters react like? And your friend Hu... Hu what's-the-name, would she be frightened terribly?]

Deng Yuxiang's icy murderous aura gradually receded.

Listening to the familiar voice and tone, her stiff expression slowly softened, revealing a slight smile on her face.

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