Shen Ziyu released his left hand, and the Tower of Gathering Sand, as heavy as the Five Mountains, crashed down, instantly burying the immobilized Li Fengyun under the dunes.
These grains of sand, under the effect of Shen Ziyu's immortal technique, had their quality and density greatly enhanced, each weighing over a hundred pounds, yet remaining extrely small in volu. As they fell, they were indeed sharper than any blade or spear, possessing the power to pierce through gold and stone. With millions of grains falling simultaneously, it was truly unimaginable how a flesh and blood body could withstand them.
"Father!?"
Shen Qingming watched, almost to the point of bursting with rage, ready to rush forward to argue with Shen Ziyu, but was blocked by an invisible barrier as Shen Ziyu slightly waved his hand to stop her.
"No need to interfere, Li Fengyun has committed many evils, he won't die so easily."
Indeed, as soon as the words fell, from the heavy dunes, through the gaps between countless sand grains, wisps of white smoke began to rise, and monts later, a vague human figure took shape above the dunes.
"Again with this sneaky Wind and Cloud Body, it's been twenty years, and you've not improved at all." Shen Ziyu's tone was laden with sarcasm, yet tinged with disappointnt, "Why did my sister take a liking to a waste like you?"
As he spoke, Shen Ziyu raised his right hand, sweeping lightly to the side. Instantly, the earth trembled, yellow sand filled the sky, a gale surged through the entire cavern, and endless grains of sand were swirling madly into the air. Each particle remained suprely heavy, and through their collisions arose the aura of decay and annihilation.
This whirlwind of sand was unleashed, and Li Fengyun, who had transford his physical body into the Wind and Cloud Body using the Wind and Cloud Divinity Transformation Technique, felt unbearably uncomfortable, sensing that in an instant his entire body was riddled with wounds and on the brink of disintegration at an unimaginable speed.
Since he perfected the Wind and Cloud Body to Great Success twenty years ago, he was nearly invincible, impervious to water, fire, blades, and spears. Even opponents a level higher than him in the True Essence Realm often found the Wind and Cloud Body intangible, unable to grasp its mystery despite utilizing all Five Elents transformations. Yet, this whirlwind of sand almost broke his Wind and Cloud Divinity Transformation Technique instantly.
Seeing the situation was dire, Li Fengyun quickly shifted forms, exhibiting all the alterations he had made to the Wind and Cloud Body over the last twenty years, yet without exception, they were firmly suppressed by the whirlwind of sand.
"Is this the sum of your achievents over the past twenty years?"
As Shen Ziyu spoke, incredulity thickened in his tone.
"Over these years, what have you been doing? It's simply… making it impossible for to even laugh!"
The next mont, Shen Ziyu snorted coldly, flicking his right hand again, doubling the strength of the wind instantly. Caught off guard, Li Fengyun's form was swept away, though his Peak Mountain-Overturning Realm True Essence Cultivation allowed him to stabilize his form forcibly. However, in that mont, the flying sands condensed into towers under the swirling wind, imprisoning Li Fengyun within them, arranged according to the positions of celestial bodies.
Frowning, Li Fengyun flicked his finger, shooting out a Sword Qi resembling white silk, piercing straight through a sand tower, causing it to explode from within, reverting into scattered sand. But as the wind persisted and the sand infinite, the shattered sand tower quickly reford amidst the swirling storm.
Li Fengyun hesitated for a mont, maintaining the Wind and Cloud Body unmoving while gradually adapting to the wind's montum. As he pinpointed an opportune mont and position, he continuously flicked thirty-two threads of White Silk Sword Qi, exploding all the towers around him. And taking advantage of the ti lag before the towers could reconsolidate, the Wind and Cloud Body imdiately dashed outward, attempting to escape the whirlwind of sand's range.
However, outside the tower array, the wind and sand grew fiercer, the sky darker. The sandstorm stirred by the gale even transitioned from yellow-brown to pitch black, rendering visibility nil and severely impeding movent.
anwhile, Shen Ziyu, Shen Qingming, and the others who had stood not far away were nowhere to be seen.
Amid the wind's roar, Shen Ziyu's voice alone ca, distorted and ethereal.
"Twenty years, a whole twenty years! That spirited, sword-wielding Li Fengyun who road Shen City has turned into such a wearied, inept old man. Twenty years ago it was the Wind and Cloud Body, and twenty years later, it's still the Wind and Cloud Body, yet even its forr nimbleness has vanished. Back then, you knew to use the Wind and Cloud Body to evade reality and focus on the void when facing the Sand Gathering Array. Now you only know to break the reality with Sword Qi, oblivious to the fact that you've fallen into an even deeper sandstorm. I almost pity myself. For years I strove tirelessly to catch up with you, at all costs, yet today, in actual combat, it feels as if all my past efforts were a joke."
As Shen Ziyu spoke, he slowly released his left hand, retracting a mass of black, ink-like True Essence back into his body.
At that mont, within the Wind and Sand Array, Li Fengyun hesitated, beginning to gather all his True Essence, transforming it into a surge of Sword Intent, concentrating at his right fingertip. Then, gently raising his right hand, under the Wind and Cloud Body, his figure appeared ethereal and translucent, save for the fingertip where a sudden brilliance exploded, like a great sun abruptly illuminating a pitch-black night, stinging the eyes into closing. The howling wind and dark sand around also began to retreat, unable to approach.
In the next mont, that point of light transford into thousands of lines, either ethereal or tangible, straight or curved, each was a sword, refined from Li Fengyun's Peak Mountain-Overturning Realm True Essence into swords of utmost purity.
These swords either pierced or slashed, executing their functions within Shen Ziyu's Wind and Sand Array, and in an instant, they threatened to pierce a breach in the great array laid by the Holy Sect Immortal Envoy using Supre Immortal Power.
However, Shen Ziyu rely sighed.
"As expected, lacking in technique, resorting to brute force to prevail. Li Fengyun, you've relied on your extraordinary immortal cultivation talent to advance your True Essence Realm to the Peak of the Mountain-Overturning Realm, which indeed is enough to outpace ninety-nine percent of cultivators across the world. But as the patriarch of the Seven Great Noble Families, possessing only a high True Essence Realm, practicing swordsmanship of Primordial Inheritance with considerable power, and deeming yourself a world-class master, is utterly ridiculous. No wonder the Cyan Cloud Li Family has declined!"
Saying this, Shen Ziyu gently exhaled, and a mass of black, ink-like True Essence appeared again in his left palm.
Simultaneously, the Wind and Sand Array, nearly shattered by thousands of swords, was greatly reinforced in an instant. The world turned black as if inked, with the howling gale within resembling bone-cutting gusts from the Ninth Heaven, turning every grain of sand into an indestructible weapon.
The thousands of swords blooming from Li Fengyun's fingertip, while a mont ago shredding the Wind and Sand Array, were now shredded by it in return. Li Fengyun suffered a backlash, groaning painfully as he was significantly injured.
"Competing in immortal technique fails, so you match True Essence strength and realm. Such a simple and tedious affair, who wouldn't? You're at the Peak of the Mountain-Overturning Realm, and so am I," Shen Ziyu remarked, his tone again laced with derision, "Tell , when did you break through to this realm? Forty-seven or forty-eight? I started preparing to challenge the Sea Overturning Realm at forty. Truly pitting against each other in True Essence strength, with Gathering Sand at my core, I surpass you by at least thirty percent. So, you played the wrong card."
As he spoke, the wind and sand intensified, and Li Fengyun's situation beca increasingly untenable.
Behind Shen Ziyu, Shen Qingming was already panicking.
As the battle progressed to this point, she fully realized that her father, whom she regarded as akin to a deity, was finally being completely overwheld, utterly powerless.
In terms of techniques, True Essence strength, and even vision and insight, the eloquent Shen Ziyu already clearly surpassed Li Fengyun.
Moreover, his undisguised malice towards Li Fengyun rendered the outco of this battle especially precarious, with Li Fengyun clearly at a disadvantage. If this continued…
Thinking of this, Shen Qingming had no choice but to seek help from Wang Jiu: "Ah Jiu, can you stop them?"
Wang Jiu pondered for a mont: "With my current power, if I were to forcibly stop these two Peak Mountain-Overturning Realm cultivators' duel, there's only one thod."
"Then hurry up!"
"Alright."
The next mont, Shen Qingming felt her limbs refusing to obey, then reached for a practice sword she carried at her waist…
"What are you doing!?"
"Suicide, of course," Wang Jiu replied matter-of-factly, "Now, your only way to divert the attention of those two and halt the battle is to kill yourself."
"Hey!"
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