Chapter 150: Wind-Listening Rhyme

After separating from Chi Zhanyue, the Morning White Bird flapped his wings and flew over the continuous mountains of the Tianfeng Sect.

Above his head were demonic clouds formed by countless strands of demonic power, while in mid-air, a white fog of unknown origin drifted. The Morning White Bird pierced through the white fog, flying straight toward Qingyun Peak.

Looking down, the Morning White Bird saw the immortal mountains of the Tianfeng Sect, which were originally surrounded by spiritual energy, now covered by continuous demonic fire.

Although the Yi Ming Demon King Clan, to which the Morning White Bird belonged, had no direct grudge against the Tianfeng Sect, seeing this scene, the demon blood in his body inevitably boiled, leaving a trace of an excited smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He came to assist that guy from the Shi You Clan, but everyone harbored their own thoughts.

“Wind-Listening Rhyme… don’t die here,” the Morning White Bird murmured in a low voice, drinking the high-altitude wind.

Mentioning this, he couldn’t help but look back in Chi Zhanyue’s direction.

“That guy Chi Zhanyue… better not die again.”

The Morning White Bird’s tone was slightly disdainful, but a trace of worry appeared on his face.

“To be able to instantly kill Chi Zhanyue so easily… is there really such a sword spirit here?”

“If I didn’t have serious business to attend to, I would really like to see the true face of that sword spirit.”

“What kind of divine weapon could give birth to such a sword spirit?”

Withdrawing his thoughts, the Morning White Bird arrived above Qingyun Peak. At this moment, surging demonic power and spiritual power were entangled, forming a turbulent storm over Qingyun Peak.

After the Demon Clan launched a sudden attack on Yongning City and the Tianfeng Sect, their main force drove straight in, finally arriving at Qingyun Peak and engaging in a chaotic battle with the core forces of the Tianfeng Sect.

The Huang Cang Clan sent Di Huang Cang Chi Zhanyue and several Huang Cang demons to help. Although the Yi Ming Clan didn’t send any ‘Di’ class members to fight, they sent over a dozen Yi Ming Demon Kings, including the Morning White Bird.

However, as the instigator of this attack on the Tianfeng Sect, the Shi You Clan only had one person present.

The Morning White Bird hovered in the sky, flapping his wings. His long, narrow eyes immediately noticed that Shi You Demon King on the battlefield.

It was a young man who looked extremely refined and elegant.

He wore a long green robe and had short purple hair. His features were handsome, but his purple eyes held a solemn killing intent entirely different from his appearance. He was wielding a purple long spear, fighting fiercely among the numerous Tianfeng Sect disciples.

Feng Zhiyun was from the Shi You faction, the current City Lord of the Sky Rainbow Demon City, Shi You Feng Zhiyun.

Feng Zhiyun’s spear moves were grand and sweeping; the spear’s might was unstoppable like a collapsing mountain or a roaring tsunami. Every thrust and turn of the spear marked a moment when the Tianfeng Sect suffered injuries and casualties.

The Morning White Bird could tell that Feng Zhiyun was using his full strength in every attack.

To kill everyone in the Tianfeng Sect this time, he held nothing back. The Morning White Bird sighed slightly and looked at the other demons around Feng Zhiyun.

It was a pity that Feng Lianshu’s faction had split from the Hungry Ghost (E You) Demon King Clan. Otherwise, with the Hungry Ghost Demon King, the head of the three great Demon Kings, would he have received help from only this many demons?

To put it harshly, leaving aside other demon clans, the people sent by the Huang Cang and Yi Ming clans were just out for experience.

If the three great Demon King clans truly joined forces to invade the Tianfeng Sect, wouldn’t taking it down be as easy as reaching into a bag? Why would they be stuck in a tangled battle situation now?

“Feng Zhiyun, for the sake of you having taken care of me in the past, I wasted so much breath to get those old guys to send people out.”

“This is the last thing I will do for you.”

The Morning White Bird muttered to himself as he watched the man wielding the long spear on the battlefield.

No one can stop a person determined to seek death.

The Morning White Bird dove toward the battlefield. Waving his wing-arms, he instantly blew out gusts of “feather blade” storms that drifted down onto the battlefield in a flurry.

“Watch out above!”

Noticing the feather blade storm sweeping down from above, He Yundan waved his sword to block several demon attacks and shouted a light warning.

Mu Xin suddenly darted out from the side, the two silk ribbons in her hands flicking out with a whistle.

In Mu Xin’s hands, her silk ribbons seemed alive. Like two snakes, they grew larger and entangled in the sky, finally transforming into a protective shield woven of silk ribbons, blocking all the feather blades in the sky.

“Another new Yi Ming Demon King has appeared. Everyone listen to my order, open the sword formation!”

Lin Yunchuan was impressively in the midst of this core battlefield, his brows slightly furrowed and his expression more solemn than ever before.

He also waved his sword and shouted. Several disciples spun around and took their positions around him, forming a powerful sword formation with Lin Yunchuan at the head.

Sword qi like a long rainbow pierced the sun, forcing back all the demons on one side and reducing a lot of pressure for the managing elders and deacons.

Feng Zhiyun swung the long spear in his hand in a circle, knocking away several Tianfeng Sect deacons surrounding him. Then, leaping high with the spear, he attacked He Yundan with incredibly fierce momentum.

As the Acting Sect Master, He Yundan’s Cluster Star Realm strength was naturally not to be trifled with.

With a dance of the long sword in his hand, he used the blade body to block Feng Zhiyun’s thunderous spear outside.

One sword and one spear, the two exchanged moves several times. Earth-shaking techniques were unleashed frequently.

The immense power of both sides’ moves actually formed an absolute forbidden zone around them, which no Tianfeng Sect disciple or demon dared to enter.

He Yundan’s sword firmly resisted Feng Zhiyun’s long spear. The two were locked in a stalemate of attack and defense.

“Shi You Demon King, why exactly have you come!”

He Yundan gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, sternly questioning Feng Zhiyun before him.

Feng Zhiyun sneered. Retracting and releasing the amethyst long spear in his hand, he forced He Yundan back two steps. “Asking what you already know, you bunch of hypocritical guys.”

“Sixteen years ago, you killed Feng Lianshu. Her life alone must be repaid with the lives of Mo Xinzi and all your Tianfeng Sect people!”

Hearing Feng Zhiyun mention Feng Lianshu, He Yundan’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately fell silent.

They knew.

They had always known that this day would come.

Perhaps the Sect Master was right; this matter would eventually meet its end, but the one to end would absolutely not be the Tianfeng Sect.

He Yundan’s sword intent suddenly became much more ferocious. The blade turned, its sharpness fully revealed, and a radiant sword strike swept Feng Zhiyun away to a distance of dozens of meters.

You retreat, I advance; I advance, you retreat.

The tangle between the Demon Clan and the Tianfeng Sect gradually fell into a delicate balance, forming a protracted battle situation.

At this moment, deep in the back mountain of Qingyun Peak, Mo Xinzi, who was meditating with closed eyes on the lotus pond platform of the Silence Hall, suddenly opened his eyes.

A trace of light flashed through his golden pupils, and his gaze fell on the pitch-black sword at his side.

The blood-colored light of the pitch-black sword was flashing rapidly, its frequency faster than ever before.

Mo Xinzi’s thin lips curved slightly into an arc; though it was a smile, it was cold and mean.

He rose gracefully, stepping lightly onto the ground, his black robes swaying with his arms, which were as slender as a woman’s.

Immediately after, Mo Xinzi reached out and grasped the pitch-black sword floating beside him in his hand. The black hilt formed a stark contrast with his fair, slender fingers.

The moment the pitch-black sword was held by Mo Xinzi, the flashing blood light on the blade suddenly erupted into a burst of intense brilliance. Simultaneously, the cry of the sword, like the weeping of ghosts and demons, resounded.

“Let’s go, Yao Que (Demon-Retreat).”

“This time, it’s not a small skirmish.”

“But isn’t this scene exactly what you and I expected?”

Mo Xinzi’s indifferent voice drifted down. He raised the Yao Que sword high, and majestic, mighty sword intent erupted from both Mo Xinzi and the Yao Que sword.

Astonishing sword intent pierced through the Silence Hall, shooting straight into the high heavens.

The ear-piercing cry of the sword shocked the sky, and then countless sword lights fell from the air, precisely locking onto every demonic beast and demon tearing at the Tianfeng Sect.

The weak perished under the sword light, and even the slightly stronger could be injured by it.

“What’s going on!?!”

Looking at the scene that looked like the sky was cracking open, the faces of Feng Zhiyun and the other demons all changed. While coping with the innumerable sword lights, they were forced to retreat steadily.

Feng Zhiyun gritted his teeth and swung his spear to break the air. Seeing He Yundan’s gaze cast toward the top of Qingyun Peak nearby, he subconsciously looked in the direction He Yundan was watching.

A pitch-black human figure had appeared in the sky above the mountain peak at some unknown time.

The figure held a pitch-black sword emitting blood-red light and, carrying incredibly terrifying pressure, slowly descended towards this side.

Although Feng Zhiyun couldn’t see the figure clearly for a moment, he could see the golden pupils floating in the air.

As the person with pitch-black clothes and golden pupils approached, that powerful pressure became increasingly obvious and clear.

Even the Cluster Star Realm Shi You Demon King Feng Zhiyun felt a slight palpitation in his heart under this pressure.

“Little Shi You Demon, are you looking for me?”

In the blink of an eye, the person with pitch-black clothes and golden pupils arrived in front of Feng Zhiyun. His deep, pleasant voice rippled through the surroundings, loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

Long black hair, black robes, and a black sword.

He looked like a person bringing the night, yet those burning golden pupils alone were like the scorching sun.

The person before him was unbelievably young, beautiful like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

The moment he saw him clearly, Feng Zhiyun’s demonic eyes widened abruptly.

“Mo Xinzi!”

Feng Zhiyun roared, his eyes about to split open, almost crushing his teeth.

“Sect Master!”

Seeing Mo Xinzi appear, He Yundan, Mu Xin, and others exclaimed simultaneously.

“Relax. Since I have come out of seclusion, then this ridiculous farce… should end.”

Mo Xinzi spoke indifferently, his gaze not even lingering on Feng Zhiyun for a second longer.

He was merely stroking the Yao Que sword in his hand, looking at the dazzling blood light on it.

“Little Shi You Demon, you came for Feng Lianshu.”

“And you shall die alongside Feng Lianshu.”

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