750: Chapter 0750: Void Seal 750: Chapter 0750: Void Seal Yan Wuji, listening to the shouts echoing across the mountain, felt pleased with himself.
He hooked the corner of his mouth at Long Fei and said, “Do you hear that?
This is destiny.
Today, I, Yan Wuji, will definitely kill you.”
Long Fei responded with a faint smile, “Cause and effect are indistinct, shrouded in chaos, what is this destiny you speak of?
For you, this opportunity will ultimately be as illusory as the moon’s reflection on water or flowers in a mirror.”
Yan Wuji really disliked the way he spoke, so full of confidence, as if he was an Immortal who looked down upon mortals, like he was a Heavenly God in control of fate itself.
Clenching his fist around his Kirin Sword, he declared, “Good, then today let’s see who the real chosen one is.”
The oppressive aura of the Core Formation Stage was released in an instant, and his Kirin Sword burst into the air with a trail of fire.
The intense heat swept through the area, forcing even those a kiloter away on the mountaintop to feel a fiery presence and subconsciously step back.
Even Li Yunxiao of Mount Shu couldn’t help but frown and say, “Indeed, it is no small opportunity; that sword should belong to .”
His own sword, though a Divine Instrunt, could not compare with a sword forged from the bone of a natural Divine Beast.
This type of Bone Sword naturally possessed divine authority, and its power was unfathomable.
Shen Feng said, “How good it would be if they were not enemies.”
He sighed deeply, thinking that if the Dragon Group could have two such individuals, and they joined forces with him, wouldn’t they dominate the world?
Lin Shanshan stood above, her Dragon Bone Sword thrumming with vibration.
Divine Beasts had spirits, and her sword, sharing the sa Divine Beast bloodline as the Kirin, stirred in response.
She even thought about giving this sword to her brother-in-law to avoid Long Fei’s longsword being inferior to the Kirin Sword.
Lin Yingying asked Chu Feng, “What will be the outco?”
Chu Feng chuckled lightly, “I’ve always believed in Brother Long, and even if he encounters a problem, I’ll help him win.
So, his victory is 100 percent certain.”
He spoke with more ease and confidence than Lin Yingying.
With him, Chu Feng, there, he could ensure his brother wouldn’t co to harm.
Upon uttering these words, he ant that even in death, he would protect Long Fei.
That was a man’s responsibility, sothing won wouldn’t understand.
Sword Qi filled the air; the Kirin Sword’s might was trendous.
Swinging the sword with flas, Yan Wuji struck down at Long Fei with a roar, the spirit power condensed Sword Qi transforming into a fiery blade shadow over ten ters long.
The pressure above Long Fei intensified abruptly, and in an instant, the ground within a dozen ters sank.
“The might of the Kirin is truly extraordinary,” Long Fei sighed lightly, a hint of brightness flashing in his eyes, thinking to himself that this sword would be perfect as a Magic Artifact for Wang Xiaoya.
Fortuitously, Wang Xiaoya’s talent in harnessing the Fire Elental Force greatly surpassed that of Yan Wuji.
As the sword fell, those around fully assud he was finished.
Because he hadn’t even drawn his own sword, it seed as if he was just standing there, waiting for death.
So thought that Yan Wuji’s sword was so fast, Long Fei simply couldn’t react in ti.
In the blink of an eye, the Sword Qi completely enveloped Long Fei.
The field trembled with a roaring impact, and the fragnted stones and grass shot up into the air, throwing dust and debris in all directions.
Lin Yingying, frightened, cried out and quickly averted her gaze.
She didn’t know what Long Fei was thinking, for he didn’t even draw his sword to defend.
However, Chu Feng’s lips curled into a slight smile as he saw Long Fei vanish from the spot, reappearing a dozen ters away.
After the dust cleared, he stood with his hands behind his back as if he had co to a realization.
Everyone present was astonished; their eyes wide open, not understanding how Long Fei had escaped, his speed seemingly faster than the blade of light.
So said Long Fei was being too showy, that it would have been fine just to draw his sword and defend.
Instead, he had to act cool by vanishing into thin air, flaunting his quick escape.
Only Chu Feng knew that Long Fei was testing his mastery of Spatial Law.
Having only recently acquired it, he could only verify and improve during actual combat; in solitary practice, hitting a bottleneck left one with no option but to gaze helplessly on.
In the midst of battle, one could trigger their body’s potential at a life-and-death mont, thereby breaking through the bottleneck and finding a way to advance.
Indeed, Yan Wuji swung his sword repeatedly, the splintering rocks scattering in all directions with booming noise, yet he was always a fraction slower than Long Fei.
With every slash, it felt as though he was chopping at a shadow.
Chu Feng rubbed his head, thinking to himself that this kid Long Fei had quite the guts.
This thod, while facilitating a breakthrough, also made one highly susceptible to injury.
If one couldn’t dodge in ti, the consequences would be unimaginable.
He thought that Long Fei was completely confident against Yan Wuji, not taking him seriously at all.
Jiang Yunlan furrowed her brows as she watched from above and struck up a deliberate conversation with Shen Feng beside her, “Instructor, do you think Long Fei is about to lose his strength?”
In her eyes, Long Fei’s evasion rather than fighting symbolized a lack of confidence, intending to wear down Yan Wuji’s energy before engaging him in combat.
Shen Feng had long co to understand Jiang Yunlan’s intelligence and didn’t find it strange that she would ask such a question, as it was no different from that of most ordinary cultivators around.
Such a naive and sweet girl would have been perfectly content being an alchemist, yet she had a competitive streak, always ending up at odds with Long Fei.
He said indifferently, “If Long Fei were truly outmatched, he would have died under the sword by now.”
“Then what is he doing?”
Jiang Yunlan was sowhat puzzled.
Shen Feng smiled and said, “Only he knows that.”
What Long Fei was doing, even Chu Feng couldn’t quite see.
The cultivators around were even more clueless, with most thinking that he was simply avoiding combat.
Only Li Zongze and Yuann Hua, who had so knowledge of the Space Law, seed to notice sothing, feeling that the places where Long Fei appeared were slightly different, as if he was creating a Void Seal?
This was a major undertaking within the Spatial Law, entirely beyond the reach of ordinary people.
So, even after observing, they couldn’t discern any rationale.
Their thoughts combined with those of Chu Feng pointed to what Long Fei intended to do.
He was indeed testing his skills against Yan Wuji, as opportunities to fight an equal were rare.
Either his opponents were of a lower realm, or they completely overpowered him, leaving no chance for retaliation.
When facing an equal opponent, one could seek a breakthrough at the edge of life and death.
Whilst contemplating, he had ford a large formation seal around Yan Wuji.
Yan Wuji launched more than a dozen desperate attacks, each with his full strength, but he couldn’t even touch Long Fei, so he roared out of frustration, “Fight fair and square if you dare, what kind of hero runs away like this?”
“With your kind of perception, you don’t deserve that arm!”
Long Fei shook his head and chuckled, extending a finger towards the space in front of Yan Wuji.
Yan Wuji instantly raised his sword defensively, thinking that Long Fei was finally about to make a move.
Long Fei indeed made a move, but it wasn’t the kind Yan Wuji had imagined.
He didn’t strike anything, not even a ripple of spiritual power was felt, yet Yan Wuji suddenly sensed the space around him tighten—as if the transparent void had beco a marshland, making him feel sowhat suffocated.
“What sorcery is this?”
He shouted at Long Fei, rather alard.
Long Fei’s gaze was pure, as if he was pondering over sothing, and he circled around Yan Wuji, casually stirring the space twice more, then acted as though he had an epiphany, “So that’s how it is.”
With a casual flick, the pressure around Yan Wuji surged, at least ten tis stronger than before—the dense swamp-like space compressed from all sides, grinding against his body, causing his bones to crackle.
Seeing that things were turning bad, the two Great Elders behind Yan Wuji yelled towards the mountaintop, “If not now, then when?”
Suddenly, over a dozen people soared down from the mountain, wielding various magical treasures as they charged at Long Fei.
These were none other than individuals from the Zhang Family of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the Yin Ghost Sect, and the Five Elents Sect.
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