Yellow Court Daoist

Just one more blow, and it wouldn't just be my flesh wounded; my Primordial Spirit would suffer greatly, and the Evil Qi of the Demon Sword could take the chance to strike back, ruining the victory.

So, it's better to sheathe the sword.

Even so,

I was still invaded by Evil Qi. My heart was filled with malice and murderous intent, the will to battle unceasing.

Though I sheathed the sword, I wasn't willing to stay my hand, needing to vent this malicious energy.

Brandishing my green bamboo staff, I paid no attention to the sinking expression of Daoist Zhengqing, who was clearly distressed before striking fiercely.

"How dare you push too far!"

Daoist Zhengqing was truly enraged and raised his Five Bright Demon-suppressing Fan in defense.

"In my presence, you dare reveal a treasure?!"

My face remained unmoved.

This Palm Fan could still withstand the onslaught of the Heavenly Demon Blood Transformation Divine Saber, proving it was quite exceptional and far more formidable than a common Immortal Artifact. I had had my eye on it.

Having put away my Demon Sword, my mind was no longer distracted. Seeing Daoist Zhengqing's Palm Fan, a green Divine Light suddenly surged above my head, as unyielding as an Ancient Divine Mountain, and fiercely struck at what was in Daoist Zhengqing's hands.

A flash of Green Light, and, in an instant, the Five Bright Demon-suppressing Fan was gone.

"Not good!"

Daoist Zhengqing inwardly cried out, feeling the absence in his grip. Looking down, there was no sign of his treasured fan. His mind was shaken, and as he saw the green bamboo staff smashing down, he had no time to think and quickly crossed his hands in front of him for a hasty defense.

The green bamboo staff arrived.

A 'boom' and a massive force surged, numbing his hands and cracking his palms, all ten fingers completely broken. The violent Mana further agitated his injuries—

With a spurt of blood,

he vomited blood from his mouth.

"What a Divine Skill!"

From heaven to earth, all cultivators who saw the Divine Light praised it warmly, their eyes revealing a fervent longing. They couldn't help but speculate about what kind of Divine Skill could take another's treasured item.

And upper in the skies, Jiyuan Daoist noticed, his face showing change for the first time.

"With such a Divine Skill, it's no wonder he was unimpressed by the Sa Ancestor Iron Can."

Compared with the 'Five Bright Demon-suppressing Fan,' the 'Sa Ancestor Iron Can' seemed far inferior. And with such a Divine Skill at his side, what treasure wasn't within easy reach?

Jiyuan Daoist couldn't help but weigh his options; without his treasure, how many exchanges could he withstand against the Daoist below?

Elsewhere is not shown.

On the scene, Lu Qingfeng didn't stop for a moment.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One strike after another, like a relentless storm, although not as dazzling and ferocious as the Demon Sword just now, it was adding insult to injury for the already wounded Daoist Zhengqing.

Not only was he forced to retreat repeatedly, but his wounds also continued to worsen.

Mouthfuls of fresh blood sprayed out, staining his Hundred-Patched Demon-Suppressing Robe red, with his arms bleeding ceaselessly. It made all the observing cultivators cringe, fearing that in the next moment, Daoist Zhengqing would be smashed into a pulp by the green bamboo staff.

Daoist Zhengqing was terrified at heart.

He had already been severely injured by the seven slashes of the Demon Sword, necessitating at least a millennium to recuperate. As for the Golden Tiger and Golden Dragon, along with other supreme treasures, they were now out of reach.

And yet, Lu Qingfeng gave no quarter.

The green bamboo staff was not as fierce as the Demon Sword, but it contained the force of Mount Tai and could conceal the senses. With every strike, his injuries worsened, extending his recovery time by a hundred years.

Lu Qingfeng's movements were not fast,

But with each step and slam, in no short order, he had delivered dozens of blows, making Daoist Zhengqing's injuries ever more severe.

From beginning to end, the tempo was entirely in Lu Qingfeng's control; Daoist Zhengqing was tied down, weaponless, and could only passively endure the assault.

Despite being a top-notch Earth Immortal, he was momentarily unable to muster his strength.

Truly, it was a distress he could not express.

Ordinary True Immortals could not perceive the essence, but from above, Jiyuan Daoist, and from a distance, Cheng Jin the Daoist Nun, and Yuan Shan Daoist, noticed something amiss. The latter, with unblinking eyes, muttered to himself, "Each strike by this Daoist seems ordinary, yet around that green bamboo staff, there bursts forth something mysterious. Whenever this wonder surges, the Shenxiao Sect Leader's movements falter. At the tip of the staff, there is also a transparent Heavenly Fire entwined, its might boundless."

Yuan Shan and Cheng Jin felt that both the mystery and the Heavenly Fire were extraordinary, yet could not articulate their formidable nature.

Jiyuan Daoist, peering closely, vaguely discerned that within lay two superb Divine Skills, seemingly no weaker than the previous green Divine Light.

Jiyuan Daoist's eyesight was truly exceptional.

Lu Qingfeng indeed harbored hidden Divine Skills in his move. Not just any ordinary skills, but two inherent Divine Skills derived from the understanding of his true self, the Qingjing Method Bamboo—

One, the 'Six Roots Purification Method', which could seal a person's six senses.

The second, 'Qingjing Heavenly Fire', capable of incinerating all things.

These two Divine Skills were ordinary, but Lu Qingfeng had fortified them, elevating them to Great Divine Power. After some time-consuming cultivation, he had also advanced them to the Fourth Level, with astonishing might.

Placed within the Four Realms of the Earth Immortal, they were not completely unique but indeed rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Unless one cultivated an ordinary Divine Skill to the seventh and eighth layer, they would be virtually impossible to counter.

The Shenxiao Sect Leader had deep Dao ability, but unfortunately relied too much on artifacts, and his Divine Skills were slightly inferior. Now, his most handy Shenxiao Sword was destroyed, and his strongest Five Bright Demon-suppressing Fan had been taken away. How could he possibly withstand these two great Divine Skills?

Not to mention, the Quiet Bamboo Stick in Lu Qingfeng's hand also contained profound mysteries, with twelve Iron-Backed Centipedes refined inside, blessing it with great strength, making each strike as heavy as Mount Tai. There was also the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, gathered from boundless Karma, lurking within like a venomous snake, ready to unleash a ruthless attack at any moment.

How could Zhengqing Daoist possibly defend against this?

A relentless assault.

Seeing Zhengqing Daoist's injuries getting worse and his face flushing with a sickly red, he suddenly brightened up, looked up to the heavens, and called out, "Primordial Monarch, save me!"

The call was so wistful and pitiful that it truly made the listener's heart ache and the bystander shed tears!

As his words fell.

The next moment.

A Goddess appeared, her feet upon an auspicious cloud, cloaked in a flowing gown of rosy light.

"Divine descent from the heavens!"

Everyone was startled, only to see celestial chants from above, fairy maidens scattering flowers, and Divine Generals leading the way in spectacular visions.

Amidst them, the Goddess bore a dignified presence, her face shrouded in bright light that obscured her true appearance, yet she held aloft a four-cornered pagoda.

Seeing the Goddess descend, Zhengqing Daoist was overjoyed, relieved that reinforcements had arrived.

As for the young Daoist, who seemed to have also sensed trouble, he voluntarily ceased his attack and stood still, bringing Zhengqing Daoist great comfort. Now, it was his turn to refuse to back down, his expression stern as he bowed to the Goddess above and wailed, "The demon path runs amok, causing havoc in the mortal realm. I beg of you, Primordial Monarch, to show mercy and slay the demon to rectify the cosmos!"

With that said.

Zhengqing Daoist sneakily glanced at Lu Qingfeng, seeing the young Daoist's expression slightly peculiar, not showing any fear. He couldn't help but smirk privately, "After all, he's a mere Earth Immortal, ignorant of the true gods of the Heavenly Court."

He straightened up and sternly shouted at Lu Qingfeng, "You there, Taoist! The Upper God of Heavenly Court stands before you, will you not quickly submit to the law?!"

The booming voice reverberated.

Instantly, the situation on the field changed.

Jiyuan, Cheng Jin, and Yuan Shan all frowned, and from afar, Lin Ye and his disciples felt a chill rising from the depths of their hearts, as if plunging into the depths of winter.

The four cultivators, too, were startled by such a turn of events.

Almost in unison, they lamented, "Indeed, it is the Shenxiao Sect, inheriting from the 'One Yuan Supreme Sa Ancestor True Monarch.' There's no knowing how many connections they have in the Immortal Realm. Merely summoning one great divine being can suppress all manner of evil spirits."

The crowd fell silent.

All waiting for the Daoist man's reaction.

However, the expected resistance or submission did not come, but instead, the Goddess in the sky seemed to smile, not paying heed to Zhengqing Daoist. Instead, she nodded slightly to the young Daoist and said crisply, "It turns out to be the face of the Qingjing Saint. My unwarranted arrival has caused disturbance; I hope Fellow Daoist will not take offense."

The celestial sound carried on the wind.

Zhengqing Daoist looked up, his expression suddenly transformed with shock!