Chapter 152: Dust Wolf Running Through the World

Luo Yun’s cultivation realm was still passable. After his sword formation team was crushed, Luo Yun’s life was not in danger, though he had fallen into a brief coma.

At this moment, Mo Xinzi stomped the Shi You demon from the sky, causing the earth to shake. The impact actually jolted Luo Yun awake from his coma.

He opened his eyes abruptly, springing up from the ground, gasping for fresh air in large mouthfuls like a drowning man.

Luo Yun’s consciousness was fuzzy for a moment. His memory was still stuck on the scene of that low-level disciple named Meng Yingxing facing the Huang Cang Demon King alone.

Even his sword formation with so many people couldn’t block a single strike from the Huang Cang Demon King. Meng Yingxing facing the Huang Cang Demon King alone… he feared he must have already perished.

Luo Yun’s brain raced as his gaze slowly swept around.

He had been rescued by someone and was now gathered with other injured, comatose, or dead Tianfeng Sect disciples under a defensive barrier guarded by someone.

The great battle with the Demon Clan wasn’t over yet; the fires of war were still raging outside the barrier.

Luo Yun slowly stood up, his whole body creaking as if his bones were falling apart. He retrieved the long sword he had obtained from the Divine Weapon Pavilion back then and unexpectedly walked out of the barrier.

At such a prime time for making contributions and establishing a career, he couldn’t give up even a sliver of opportunity.

He didn’t know what the situation was like now.

was the Huang Cang Demon King dead or alive?

What stage had the battle reached?

Luo Yun walked out of the barrier, his gaze suddenly catching a familiar figure, and immediately, a light of admiration began to burn in his eyes.

In his line of sight, the legendary Tianfeng Sect Master, Mo Xinzi, was trampling a towering, mountain-like purple demon under his foot, holding a pitch-black sword stained with demon blood.

Surrounded by the light of spiritual power, Mo Xinzi looked like an immortal descended from heaven, inspiring awe and yearning.

Luo Yun’s mouth opened slightly, and his fists clenched unconsciously.

He hadn’t expected that while he was unconscious, the Sect Master, whom he had only ever seen in portraits, would end his long seclusion and appear on the battlefield!

His radiance and pressure were so dazzling, making people unconsciously yearn for him.

If one day he could reach the Sect Master’s level, wouldn’t he effortlessly gain the pursuit and respect of millions!?

Luo Yun looked at Mo Xinzi, his consciousness gradually beginning to replace Mo Xinzi stepping on the purple demonic beast with himself.

After a moment of fantasy, Luo Yun shook his head vigorously to sober himself up.

Mo Xinzi’s existence undoubtedly pushed certain desires in Luo Yun’s heart to their peak. He could hardly feel the pain in his body now, raising his sword and rushing towards the battlefield.

Luo Yun’s gaze had just shifted away from Mo Xinzi when he suddenly saw another familiar back.

He stopped in his tracks, looking at that back with some surprise. That back belonged to a young man in white clothes with black hair, holding a cobalt-blue sword, who was repelling the demon clan alongside other Tianfeng Sect disciples.

This person was Meng Yingxing, who, in Luo Yun’s earlier imagination, should have been skinned alive and swallowed by Chi Zhanyue.

But now, he looked unharmed, fighting in the wilderness among the demons, his sword swinging like a rainbow.

Luo Yun simply couldn’t believe his eyes. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and confirmed Meng Yingxing’s existence again, a thick layer of disbelief instantly covering his face.

How is this possible?

How could a low-level disciple, so much weaker than himself, retreat unscathed from Chi Zhanyue’s hands?

Could it be that the strength he possessed was actually that powerful?

Such a thought arose in Luo Yun’s heart but was immediately rejected by him.

Impossible.

Perhaps someone from the Tianfeng Sect had appeared and saved Meng Yingxing. Otherwise, he and the others would have been killed together while unconscious long ago.

Luo Yun laughed dryly twice.

“Wolf body with a dragon head, a beast both righteous and evil.”

“That is a Shi You.”

Xiu Qingcheng recognized at a glance that the demonic beast trampled under Mo Xinzi’s foot was a Shi You. However, she was more surprised by what kind of battle could have allowed Mo Xinzi to beat a Shi You Demon King all the way from the Tianfeng Sect to Yongning City.

“Shi You…”

Meng Yingxing pulled the Ting Tian Sword out of the small demonic beast that had just died before him. He raised his eyes to look at Mo Xinzi in the distance, casually holding his sword, and the Beast of Shi You struggling violently under his foot.

Meng Yingxing’s gaze fell on the Beast of Shi You and lingered for a long time.

Looking at that Beast of Shi You, which was both righteous and evil, Meng Yingxing suddenly felt something surging deep within his body.

Another demonic beast attacked. Meng Yingxing snapped back to reality, raised his sword, and with a flash of cold light, took its life.

However, in that split second of distraction, the feeling of something surging in his body had already disappeared.

Meng Yingxing just treated it as his own illusion.

“Looking at it now, this great battle should be drawing to a close.”

“The Demon Kings who attacked the Tianfeng Sect have all fled, the elders of the various peaks have gathered here, and even the powerful Beast of Shi You has been defeated by Mo Xinzi…”

Xiu Qingcheng spoke slowly, her gaze fixed on Mo Xinzi, specifically on that pitch-black sword in Mo Xinzi’s hand.

“It seems this battle should be drawing to a close.”

How could Luo Yun still stand shoulder to shoulder with the Tianfeng Sect here?

If Mo Xinzi weren’t here, the Demon Clan might have been able to wrestle with the stationed forces of the Tianfeng Sect this time. But now that Mo Xinzi had come out of seclusion, and the peak combat power of the Tianfeng Sect was all present, the Demon Clan was going to return in defeat again.

Feng Zhiyang, transformed into the Beast of Shi You (Bone-Eroding Beast), struggled and wailed on the ground. Although it was just one Mo Xinzi on him, he felt as if a heavy weight of a thousand jin was pressing on his body, making it impossible to rise.

Mo Xinzi firmly suppressed Feng Zhiyang but was in no hurry to execute him immediately.

He lowered his eyes, his golden pupils looking down disdainfully at the Shi You, his tone indifferent: “Back then, you shouldn’t have let Feng Lianshu defect from the great Shi You clan, nor should you have let her leave with Lu Tianzhao.”

“If you want to seek revenge, the first person who deserves to die should be you.”

“…And Lu Tianzhao.”

Feng Zhiyang lay on the ground, his demonic eyes staring dead at Mo Xinzi, spitting out a phrase from his mouth: “Full of nonsense!”

Tianfeng Sect Forbidden Peak.

As someone who had already wandered around the Forbidden Peak several times, Liu Chenxin was extremely familiar with the terrain here. Every time she came, it was like coming home. It was just a pity that those few white-robed people usually watched closely, so she couldn’t go deep into the Forbidden Peak.

But now, the entire Tianfeng Sect was fighting a bloody battle against the Demon Clan. It looked like a moment of life and death. Liu Chenxin didn’t believe those white-robed people would still have the mind to care about this whatever Forbidden Peak at a time like this!

Liu Chenxin carefully followed the route in her memory deep into the Forbidden Peak. Sure enough, this time she almost reached the peak, and those white-robed people didn’t come out to get in the way.

Joy rose in Liu Chenxin’s heart. Knowing that the opportunity to enter the Tianfeng Sect’s Forbidden Mountain was right before her eyes, she couldn’t help but speed up, rushing straight up the mountain.

Forbidden Peak Summit.

“Is this… the scenery of the Forbidden Peak?”

Liu Chenxin looked around. Strange, cold winds howled around her, somewhat piercingly cold.

Although called a peak, Liu Chenxin was actually standing between two rugged, towering mountain walls.

The demonic clouds in the sky had not yet dispersed. When Liu Chenxin looked up, she could see lightning rolling in the demonic clouds and hear the rumbling of muffled thunder, as if she could touch the demonic clouds in the sky just by raising her hand.

Liu Chenxin walked dozens of steps along the only path extending forward between the mountain walls, unknowingly arriving on a huge platform.

Liu Chenxin stared at the suddenly changing scene before her, her pupils dilating slightly.

At the deepest part of the platform, a huge prism-shaped crystal was inserted diagonally into the ground, emitting a faint purple light.

Around the prism-shaped crystal, several rings of cobalt-blue light bands encircled it.

Liu Chenxin considered herself knowledgeable, but this was the first time she had seen such a thing and didn’t know its origin or function.

Soon, Liu Chenxin discovered that beneath this huge prism-shaped crystal sat a man in gray robes with black hair. Several thick chains extended from under the four limbs of his robe, the ends of the chains connecting to the crystal.

It looked like this man was locked beneath this crystal.

Liu Chenxin pursed her lips, tensing her entire body.

After confirming there was no one else around, she gripped the spiritual talisman in her hand tightly and walked slowly toward the man.

She crept up to the man and saw his appearance more clearly.

He was a man of about forty, thin as a stick.

Although his face was gaunt, one could still see the elegance and style of his past.

However, the man’s eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was imperceptible, and it was unclear if he was dead or alive.

“Hey—”

Liu Chenxin tried calling out to the man before her.

Unfortunately, even after she called several times, the man showed no movement.

Liu Chenxin lowered her head in thought: “If the speculation that Lu Tianzhao is locked on the Forbidden Peak is correct… then he should be Lu Tianzhao, right?”

“Lu Tianzhao… Lu Tianzhao… then the fact that the Tianfeng Sect murdered the Demon Clan to seize Demon Bones is essentially set in stone.”

She didn’t know which part of Liu Chenxin’s whispered murmurs triggered a reaction, but the fingers of the man locked under the prism-shaped crystal suddenly moved.

“?”

Liu Chenxin suddenly sensed something and looked up.

She unexpectedly saw a pair of fierce pupils, sharp as swords, staring dead at her.

Liu Chenxin was startled. Just as she was about to retreat, an inconceivable force suddenly erupted from the man’s body, knocking her flying.

Liu Chenxin fell to the ground, her face paling as she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

She touched her stomach; unexpectedly, a huge bloody gash had been cut open by the man using some unknown force.

Liu Chenxin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up with some difficulty.

Drops of fresh blood fell from the wound she was covering, smashing into momentary crowns of blood on the ground.

The man kept his eyes open but made no further movements.

Liu Chenxin gazed into the man’s eyes—

What kind of eyes were those?

There was only beast-like ferocity in them, as if he wanted to devour people.

A look of doubt flashed across Liu Chenxin’s face.

Could this beast-like man really be that Lu Tianzhao who was once famous throughout the Nine Provinces of Jintian?