Capítulo 1019: Chapter 734: Clash of Ice and Fire (Part 2)
Even though Yin Dufeng had the reputation of being cultured, he was a complete ruffian. Despite being among the leaders of the Three Sects alongside Su Guanhai and Sword Master Yu, and one of the strongest millennial Immortals in the Mortal World, his appearance bore no trace of the Immortal aura.
He had a square face, straight nose, and wide mouth, with coarse hair and thick brows, resembling a muscular brute. Coupled with an innate fearless expression, he appeared less like an Immortal and more like a bandit.
His deanor was vastly different from Su Guanhai.
Su Guanhai smiled faintly, his gently raised palm suddenly struck down, and a massive vision of a blazing Red Lotus surged forth to lt the cold aura of frost. The crimson flas softly branched out towards Yin Dufeng’s feet.
“Since Brother Dufeng does not fancy it, why forcefully seize it? This child is soone I’ve chosen; taking her back to Nanze with couldn’t be better.”
Gazing at the flas spreading underfoot, Yin Dufeng frowned deeply, stamping his feet to leap into the air. Beneath him, a phantom of a snowy peak towered into the sky!
Standing atop the snow mountain, his brows furrowed like thick ink, face severe as a Thunder God: “Enough of this nonsense! This wretched child died in your Taixuan Sect back then! Do you think you’re qualified to take her back?!”
As his words ended, Yin Dufeng held a bone-chilling glow in his hand, shining like twinkling stars. As he spread his hands, Yu Tower turned into a dead winter, with hundreds of lanterns above extinguished by the extre cold aura.
His Spiritual Power poured from his palms like an inverted glacial waterfall, enveloping the vast Purple Gold Coffin.
In an instant, thick frost condensed around the ancient coffin, with Spiritual Power surging within, denying any outsider’s touch!
Su Guanhai exhaled slowly, saying, “If I recall correctly, Brother Yin, it was also you who denied this child at the gate back then?”
The Three Sects had been superficially united but internally divided for over two centuries. Yet, privately, Su Guanhai and Yin Dufeng had a decent relationship. He usually called him Brother Dufeng, but when he switched to Brother Yin, it signified his rising anger.
With a mocking laugh, Yin Dufeng said, “Do you think by taking this ancient coffin back to Nanze, you can cure your family’s black child’s detached soul ailnt?”
Hearing the term “black child,” Su Guanhai’s anger escalated, his words sharp: “Even if I gave this coffin to you, Brother Yin, would you dare present it to your niece? If you’re truly keen on resolving the backlash of the ntal oath made back then, why not put more effort into finding the residual soul of Ghost Sect’s Young Master Zheng Siyan? After all, it was you, Brother Yin, who personally chose him as your niece’s future husband.”
Yin Dufeng, straightforward by nature, never won an argunt against the scheming Su Guanhai. Hearing “Zheng Siyan,” he erupted in fury: “You’re itching for a fight, old man!”
He reversed his palm, shattering the snowy mountain vision beneath.
The avalanche of crumbling snow mountains gave everyone present the illusion they were grains of sand in a turbulent snowy river—a catastrophe!
Overwhelming disaster!
This sentint appeared synchronously in everyone’s minds!
The strongest Tribulation-Transcending Immortal in the Mortal World truly stood apart!
The Asking Jun Platform sunk inch by inch at an alarming pace, with the cracks growing ever larger.
The Sky Room on the fourth floor—Miss Three at the window had disappeared without notice, the gem-eyed Puppet by the sand table dimming its light, lifelessly slumping over.
The building collapsed layer by layer, with wood debris flying amidst nurous figures hurriedly escaping their rooms.
The Xuan Room’s Country of Qin Princess lost her balance, frowning as she held the window, thinking that whenever the Young Masters of Cangwu Palace and Taixuan Sect t, a fight ensued. Why couldn’t peace be achieved at their fathers’ level?
She was no longer the heroic female general who once fought battlefields alongside the Sword Master. Her Spirit Root was destroyed, leaving her powerless and without cultivation.
Ordinary cultivators could still protect themselves amidst such skirmishes.
But if she fell from the fourth floor, it would likely result in severe injury or even life-threatening danger.
However, the Princess showed no signs of panic. As the ground beneath her feet split, the space beside her warped and shifted, and a black-armored man appeared out of thin air: “Forgive , Your Highness.”
He cradled her horizontally, a pair of steel wings burst forth from his back, swiftly flying them to safety beyond the calamity’s reach.
For the incoming cold frost aura, Shen Jibai casually lifted his arm, erecting a finger to conjure a shallow semi-spherical light mbrane, shielding against the visible frosty mist.
Ying Xiu wasn’t as lucky, struck directly by the residual force. Caught off-guard, he inhaled the icy air tinged with dust and frost.
Cold breathes filled with countless fine ice blades scratched his insides, chilling his organs, urging him to retch.
His face turned deathly pale, his body trembling in pain, heart pounding violently, almost bursting from his chest.
What were those two saying…
In the sky blanketed with severe frost and ice fog, a radiant Red Lotus swayed gracefully. Su Guanhai stood firm, his face and beard unaffected by the frost. Raising a hand as if painting Tai Chi, he unleashed several punches skyward.
The seemingly unimpressive punches resounded like thunder, the air around shaking with incendiary burning. Amid explosive throbs, three deep fist marks imprinted from afar on Yin Dufeng’s chest.
Yin Dufeng took a deep breath, his robes billowing as he struck down, causing fierce winds within the Yu Tower and a massive ice tree to shoot up, crashing into Su Guanhai.
Su Guanhai soared high, his foot tapped, shattering the massive ice tree like an awakening cold dragon.
Yin Dufeng, without pausing his breath, descended rapidly.
Their silhouettes were engulfed by silver frost and fiery light, leaving the distant observers pale. Witnessing a duel between the two great Sect leaders was a rare fortune.
But seeing this astonishing scene, they couldn’t help feeling a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness, fully realizing the chasm between themselves and the world’s peak strength.
In an unseen space, icy torrents surged and fiery embers blazed.
The most tyrannical and opposing forces of the Mortal World clashed fiercely, starting with distant energy exchanges culminating in intense collisions. The terrifying forces gradually restrained within the two, without a hint of leakage, each strike precisely channeling the most forceful power at the other.
Under the intense contest, even the distant heavens continuously responded, monuntal and sacred images rose and fell among ice and fire, as if the sun and moon were to vanish without a trace.
The thick ice on the ancient coffin lted drop by drop into water, quickly turning to mist.
The Questioning Jun Platform was utterly ruined, the solid Qinggang stone floor riddled with countless dense pit marks under the dull impact sounds.
As the fist imprints, imbued with opposing energy attributes, intersected down from afar, the two enveloped in martial spirit matched each other. Finally, each provoked the other’s fury by taunting their daughters, exhausting their patience in a stalemate.
Unexpectedly, as their battle spiraled out of control, the intersecting fist intent landed squarely on the ancient coffin.
Even the Purple Bamboo of Western Sea Brahma Forest couldn’t withstand the dual assault of two millennial Immortals.
In Yin Dufeng and Su Guanhai’s horrified expressions, the ancient coffin, indestructible for centuries, shattered like decayed wood!
The well-preserved body inside was flung out by the terrifying force.
They could no longer care about fighting over their daughters, transforming into two rapid shadows rushing down, their expressions frantic and anxious to catch the innocent body swept up in the chaos.
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