FRGNM -Chapter 329 Ling Feng Must Leave

What on earth was that? Not even blades or swords could harm him!

“Heh, since you’re here, don’t be in such a hurry to leave! I can’t believe you guys don’t even take me seriously—what’s with the sneak attack? If you want to kill my master, you have to ask me first!” A glint of light flashed in his eyes. Several streaks of cold light descended, and the black figure slammed against the doors and windows, being sent flying.

The Silver Wolf didn’t dare waste another second. He quickly grabbed Ling Ruoxi, cradling the person on the bed in his arms, and ran toward the exit. Joking aside—was he supposed to just stay there and wait to die?

Boom!

The barrier above shook. Golden light flooded the city, bright as daylight. The figure ahead streaked like lightning toward one direction.

The night had no warmth, and the descending aura felt suffocating.

The heavy scent of blood hung in the air, almost choking.

“Damn it! Seriously, a surprise attack too?!” The Silver Wolf spun around, shaking off the black figure behind him. The silver-white figure surged toward the direction of the explosions ahead.

The ice cave’s barriers had almost all been destroyed. Five figures stood resolutely at the entrance. Two more stood ahead, while surrounding black shadows moved like lightning, converging from all sides, encircling them.

“Damn it… there are so many of them!” Yuwen Zhiyuan’s eyes glinted coldly as he advanced toward the Blood Guards.

Murong Ming, holding a whisk, scanned the group sharply. “Yuwen, do you have any solution? These low-level soldiers will only drain our fighting energy. Moreover, Zizhu hasn’t fully recovered yet. Things don’t look good.”

“I do have a way. But it requires Zizhu. The Zizhu that once entered my body—let her enter again!” Yuwen Zhiyuan smiled faintly. His star-like eyes swept over the five Zizhu behind him, finally resting on the one who shared his face.

Even if separated, even if their paths no longer crossed, how could he forget the one who had once entered his body? Even transformed into human form, he recognized her.

The Zizhu standing there lowered her eyes, then suddenly raised her head and stepped forward. She clasped her hands in front of her. A streak of light glinted in her eyes, and purple energy surged like lightning into that familiar body.

It was as if returning home. That warm, comforting feeling healed even her severely injured body. Wounds gradually mended in that instant.

A faint smile curved on her lips. Yuwen Zhiyuan looked at the Blood Guards ahead, casually raising his right hand. “Let’s go together!”

“Reckless fools!” The Zizhu was weak to the extreme. Even entering Yuwen Zhiyuan’s body couldn’t resurrect her. They had numbers and upper-level strength—there was no way to defeat them.

Whoosh!

A blade of light appeared. Yuwen Zhiyuan’s pupils narrowed, releasing a fierce aura. Purple fighting energy traced in front of him, forming a protective barrier that absorbed the incoming sword strikes.

Crack!

Like fragile paper, the barrier shattered instantly. Such weak defense, yet they dared to charge together!

But the shattered barrier lingered in the air, solidifying instead of dissipating, becoming sharper.

Yuwen Zhiyuan smiled coldly at the black shadows before him. The corner of his mouth curved as he pressed his right hand down. “Scatter, Thousand Flower Snow Dance!”

Whoosh!

The fragments of the barrier transformed into sharp blades, instantly killing everything nearby. The standing figures remained, but the Blood Guards around him were all blasted away.

Purple fighting energy pierced through them, leaving no chance to react. Just a glance, and ten or so assassins were killed at once. This was a completely different Yuwen Zhiyuan from before.

Even Murong Ming gasped. He muttered, “I didn’t expect someone could wield Zizhu’s power so perfectly—without wasting her spiritual energy, blending it with external energy. Using only a small amount of fighting energy, but concentrating its essence.”

“Impressive.” Jiang Yu’s expression was cold. Indeed, Yuwen Zhiyuan’s earlier barrier had drawn only one percent of his internal fighting energy, leaving the rest to resonate with external spiritual energy. He intentionally let the enemies break the barrier, absorbing the external energy into it and condensing it to strike for lethal effect.

This first barrier had been meant to absorb external energy!

Hands behind his back, Yuwen Zhiyuan glanced at the people ahead, smiling faintly. “Be careful. My strength isn’t limited to this. Otherwise, that old man wouldn’t have let me out. Are you ready?”

“You!”

The Blood Guards shivered, sensing the overwhelming aura. Dozens of figures quickly scattered to both sides.

Boom!

At that instant, a wind blade of fighting energy cut across the ground, instantly slicing anyone too slow in half.

Exhaling sharply, Yuwen Zhiyuan turned back. “Someone’s inside!”

“Impossible… we didn’t see anyone here…” Jiang Yu’s expression changed as a faint scent of blood spread in the air. He quickly turned back.

A graceful figure stood before Ling Feng, slender fingers tracing his face, leaving five fingerprints. She licked his blood hungrily, eyes flashing murderous intent as she glanced at those behind her.

“What are you doing? Let go of our master!” The Zizhu hurried forward.

“Slow down. Don’t act rashly, or I wouldn’t know what I’d do to you.” A smirk played at her lips. Her sharp nails pressed against Ling Feng’s neck. Baili Wushuang smiled coldly. “His blood smells delicious… my first time tasting it!”

“You bastard!” Jiang Yu clenched the Moon-Slaying Dragon Cry sword, stepping forward.

The nails sank deeper, Ling Feng’s blood dripping along them. The figure leaned down, tongue curling to taste the blood.

Jiang Yu didn’t dare act rashly. Cold light flashed in his eyes. “What exactly do you want?”

“What do you think? Rare opportunity. I’ll absorb your five Zizhu before I kill Ling Feng!” With a swing of her sleeve, the black figure spun. Her eagle-like claw lunged toward Jiang Yu’s neck.

He felt suffocated. His entire body was immobilized. The surrounding space seemed to collapse. He couldn’t move hand or foot—not even lift a finger.

If the sharp claw landed… he had no chance to survive.

His black pupils narrowed, expecting death, and he closed his eyes, bracing for the strike.

Buzz!

It felt like an explosion in his mind. His body relaxed. Jiang Yu instinctively opened his eyes.

A white figure stood before him. A powerful hand was placed in front, impaled by the claw, yet the figure calmly stared at Baili Wushuang, seizing her wrist with his left hand and hurling her away!

The remaining Zizhu arrived quickly, tending to Ling Feng’s neck wound.

“You… you okay?” Jiang Yu’s eyes fell on Luo Mingyu’s wrist—it had been pierced! The pain was evident.

Luo Mingyu casually lowered his hand, his nine-yin ghost energy quickly healing the wound in the blink of an eye.

Baili Wushuang steadied herself, black eyes gleaming coldly. “I didn’t expect your strength has reached this level. Luo Mingyu… you truly are a disciple worth taking.”

“From the start, I came to Qiongyu Immortal Island determined to kill you. Nothing has changed. Three years ago, you ran. Today… you can’t escape.”

A black aura enveloped him. His white robes turned black. A bloodthirsty black scythe appeared in his hand, its cold aura in stark contrast to his previous purity.

A heavy killing intent surged forward like a tidal wave. Each step pushed the Blood Guards back. The footprints on the ground showed just how powerful Luo Mingyu’s presence had become.

The surrounding ice cave trembled. Centuries-old ice quivered, water droplets fell from icicles. Even rusty blades on the ground shook.

“Run? Ha! Which eye saw me running? You think you’re the only one with nine-yin ghost energy?” His right hand pressed down, black energy swirling in Baili Wushuang’s grasp. A gleam flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward.

Two streams of nine-yin ghost energy burst forth. Even Yuwen Zhiyuan instinctively stepped back. The terror of those auras was beyond their endurance.

“Mingyu!”

A blue figure fell swiftly, blue eyes scanning the cave. He raised his hands anxiously, shouting, “Quick! Get Ling Feng out of here!”