Chapter 151: You Are Not Qualified

The Mo Xinzi before him held his sword casually, looking as if he didn’t take Feng Zhiyun seriously at all.

Anger appeared on Feng Zhiyun’s face. After spinning the amethyst long spear in his hand to create spear flowers as swift as lightning, he charged furiously at Mo Xinzi.

“Dust Wolf Running Through the World!”

Deep purple, enchanting demonic power surged from the spear in Feng Zhiyun’s hand, transforming into a ferocious wolf with bared fangs that grew violently as it charged.

Mo Xinzi scoffed lightly, raising his sword towards the rushing fierce wolf.

“Mystic Words Cover the Sky Sword.”

Mo Xinzi’s voice was deep and devoid of any fluctuation.

The blood-red light on the Yao Que sword flashed like a heartbeat. Simultaneously, a sword cry shook the surroundings, and several blood-colored swords of spiritual power condensed around the Yao Que sword.

After a brief stagnation, the blood-colored swords suddenly flew out in a complex and rapid flurry, like a sudden downpour from heaven, densely piercing through the furious shadow cast by Feng Zhiyun.

The fierce wolf formed by demonic power lasted less than a few seconds under the numerous sword shadows before dissolving instantly into powder of demonic power in the wind.

After breaking Feng Zhiyun’s “Dust Wolf Running Through the World” with one strike, Mo Xinzi still had the leisure to turn his head and swing his sword, rescuing a Tianfeng Sect deacon who was trapped in a bitter battle with other Demon Kings nearby.

“Mo Xinzi, when fighting for your life, there’s no time for you to look around!”

Thinking this was an opportunity, Feng Zhiyun pressed forward with his spear, manipulating the long spear to dance out countless spear shadows intending to pierce Mo Xinzi’s body.

With a smile on his lips, Mo Xinzi looked at the sky full of spear shadows, not caring in the slightest.

The spear shadows were illusory and real, true and false, making it almost impossible to distinguish which spear was the real killing move attacking him.

Feng Zhiyun’s eyes narrowed. Under the flashing purple demonic power, those countless illusory and real spear shadows instantly solidified into tangible spear tips, every single one thrusting toward Mo Xinzi.

A flash of blood-colored sword light passed by, and amidst the flickering brilliance, all those countless spear tips were snapped. It was like an invincible blade hacking into a fragile bamboo grove.

A trace of horror flashed through Feng Zhiyun’s eyes.

Experts need not say much. Just from the two exchanges, Feng Zhiyun could determine that the strength of the person before him and the sword in his hand were terrifyingly powerful. He feared he would gain no advantage in front of him.

But right now, he was not alone on this battlefield.

Several Yi Ming Demon Kings swooped down from the sky, and feather blades like steel knives fell from above like a torrential downpour.

Facing the falling feather blades again, Mu Xin intended to wave the silk ribbons in her hand once more to form a protective shield, but Mo Xinzi moved faster.

Mo Xinzi raised the Yao Que sword. The blood-red light on the blade surged violently for a moment, transforming into a huge blood-colored sword in his hand.

Wielding the blood-colored sword, Mo Xinzi blocked every single feather blade that filled the sky, letting none pass.

After blocking all the feather blades, Mo Xinzi swung out a series of sword qi, actually slicing off the steel-like wings of a Yi Ming Demon King hovering in the sky.

That Yi Ming Demon King screamed miserably. Losing his balance, he plummeted violently from the sky.

“Tian Ling!” Chen Bai Niao’s face changed, and he chased after him, calling that person’s name urgently.

Mo Xinzi slowly withdrew the Yao Que sword he had swung out, his golden pupils glancing at Feng Zhiyun.

His gaze was cold and dangerous.

“Feng Zhiyun, who told you this was a fight to the death?”

“Back then, only Feng Lianshu, revered as Di Shi You, was qualified to make us risk our lives. And you, a mere Shi You, are not worthy for us to risk our lives.”

“As the price for offending the Tianfeng Sect, today I will take your Demon Bone and destroy your Demon Soul.”

Before his voice fell, terrifying pressure erupted from Mo Xinzi, like a mountain pressing down from above, making Feng Zhiyun slightly breathless.

But facing Mo Xinzi, who far exceeded his imagination, Feng Zhiyun showed no sign of retreating on his face.

Gathering the demons here today, he had long been prepared to fight to the death.

This was also his choice.

Feng Zhiyun raised his face again, daring not to hold back against Mo Xinzi’s spiritual pressure. Demonic power erupted from his body.

Two completely different forces collided, causing the color of the world to change and demonic clouds to churn.

The purple intent in Feng Zhiyun’s demonic eyes almost solidified into substance, swaying out a trajectory in mid-air with his movements like rosy rainbow light spots.

Amidst a long howl that sounded like both a dragon’s roar and a wolf’s cry, Feng Zhiyun was enveloped by a mass of purple mist.

At that moment, the earth trembled, and the purple mist dispersed with the wind. A demonic beast with a wolf’s head and body, and a tail like wandering mist, appeared before the eyes of the Tianfeng Sect crowd.

The demonic beast was crystal purple all over, dotted with golden patterns. Following another roar from the demonic beast, a golden ring unfolded from its body.

Demonic yet holy, this was the true demon form of the Shi You Clan.

Looking at the Shi You Demon King Feng Zhiyun, who had transformed into a small mountain, Mo Xinzi raised his sword and pointed at it.

“I am the Sect Master of the Tianfeng Sect, Mo Xinzi. All of the Tianfeng Sect, listen to my command.”

“Accompany the sky full of sword shadows I create, and kill every demon who offends my Tianfeng Sect!”

Mo Xinzi’s voice was deep, yet it spread throughout the entire Tianfeng Sect.

His voice was like an arrow piercing the clouds, falling into the ears of every person in the Tianfeng Sect.

Naturally, Mo Xinzi’s voice also reached the ears of Meng Yingxing and Xiu Qingcheng on the other battlefield.

“Sect Master! It’s the Sect Master!”

“With the Sect Master out of seclusion, these little demons are not worth mentioning!”

Under Mo Xinzi’s call, everyone’s spirits were lifted, and they excitedly waved their weapons to slay the demons before them.

Xiu Qingcheng looked at the Tianfeng Sect disciples who suddenly seemed to have been injected with adrenaline and didn’t know what to say.

“That sky full of sword light just now… was created by that Tianfeng Sect Master, right?”

Meng Yingxing said while swinging his sword to block a demonic beast’s attack: “The Tianfeng Sect Master, Mo Xinzi, is in seclusion all year round. It is said he has practiced the sword since childhood, and his swordsmanship has reached perfection.”

“Mn, I can feel it.”

Meng Yingxing could hear that Xiu Qingcheng’s voice seemed somewhat solemn.

“Just based on the sword intent when he came out of seclusion and the falling sword light, I can feel that he is very strong. At least stronger than anyone’s sword I have seen so far.”

“After all, he is the Sect Master of an immortal sect like the Tianfeng Sect.”

Meng Yingxing said indifferently, feeling somewhat uncomfortable in his heart.

Master was mocking others again.

But he didn’t say much more.

Because that was Mo Xinzi, the Tianfeng Sect Master, a sword user at the Medium Stage Cluster Star Realm.

To the current Meng Yingxing, that was an insurmountable peak.

“You petty people, get lost!”

Interrupted in his battle with the sword spirit by the sudden intrusion into the battlefield, Chi Zhanyue roared furiously. Di Huang Cang’s legs trampled the surrounding earth, launching attacks on the Tianfeng Sect disciples around him who were like flies and mosquitoes.

Demonic fire filled the sky, intending to burn everything around.

But right now, Chi Zhanyue was bound by the Demon-Suppressing Formation, unable to unleash his full demonic power, which made him even angrier.

Moreover, a few seconds after Mo Xinzi’s resonant voice fell, countless surging sword lights fell from the sky again, constantly smashing onto Chi Zhanyue’s body.

Chi Zhanyue cried out in pain, his thick limbs stomping continuously on the ground, demonic fire spraying wildly around, his fierce anger unstoppable.

“Pity, I couldn’t cut off his tail.”

Xiu Qingcheng’s tone suddenly became regretful.

“Otherwise, I really wanted to taste what a Di Huang Cang’s tail tastes like.”

Seeing her master actually having such a fierce side, Meng Yingxing sweated: “Master, I can’t do that.”

“Just grill it casually.”

Xiu Qingcheng was casual about it.

After Mo Xinzi appeared, the originally anxious battle situation instantly reversed. Under his leadership, the Tianfeng Sect began a comprehensive counterattack against the invading Demon Clan.

Chi Zhanyue attacked the surrounding Tianfeng Sect disciples madly, seemingly having fought until his eyes turned red, ignoring the plight of other demons.

While he was fighting fiercely, the Morning White Bird suddenly flew high over his head.

The Morning White Bird broke through the sky-filling sword light for Chi Zhanyue and shouted to Chi Zhanyue below: “Hey! Chi Zhanyue! The battle situation has changed, leave quickly!”

The moment the Morning White Bird’s voice fell, a huge purple demon shadow plummeted from the sky, smashing fiercely onto the battlefield where Meng Yingxing was.

At that moment, the earth shook and mountains swayed, as if the ground was about to shatter right there.

Meng Yingxing’s expression changed slightly as he looked at the purple demon shadow that smashed down in front of him.

Immediately after, a pitch-black human figure flew over and landed on the body of the purple demon shadow.

It was Mo Xinzi.

He stepped on the Beast of Shi You formed by Feng Zhiyun, took a step forward, reached out, and pulled the Yao Que sword out of the Beast of Shi You’s body.