CHAPTER 1479: CHAPTER 1479: QINGMING FESTIVAL, BREAKING THROUGH AZURE WOODS

The Light of Heaven and Earth involves the Laws of Time and Space Law.

To engulf light, one must rely on extreme Yin energy or the Laws of Time and Space.

Long Fei was manipulating a black hole intertwined with time and space in front of him.

Even Light Force will be swallowed into this black hole, disappearing without a trace.

The Laws of Time and the Laws of Space sweep through, engulfing everything.

Huge devouring power made Zhong Zhengyang’s Divine Sea tremble, causing him to drop the Taihua Bagua Mirror in his hand.

This is a Human Immortal Magical Treasure, considered top-tier in this world.

Zhong Zhengyang also discovered it by chance during his training in the Southern Ridge Mountain Range when he was young.

For the first time, his magical treasure got knocked away by someone, and his face was filled with frustration.

As he was about to retrieve it, he saw Long Fei’s black hole pull and directly swallow the Taihua Bagua Mirror.

Mystic Yellow Pagoda appeared and trapped the magical treasure.

Zhong Zhengyang wanted to retrieve it again, but his spiritual power could no longer control it.

The old man’s beard quivered with anger, and the Taihua Divine Sword in his hand shone brightly. He shouted, "Courting death, dare to steal my magical treasure!"

Fearing Long Fei might flee with the treasure, he slashed, summoning a blazing light that swept towards Long Fei.

Long Fei raised his hand, and a Jade Handprint floated in the air, blocking the attack with an open palm.

"Open!"

Zhong Zhengyang slashed with his sword, intending to shatter this handprint.

The night sky boomed, overflowing with waves of rebounding force, causing giant waves over ten meters high to surge on the lake.

Long Fei’s five Divine Beast Dharma Laksana floated above his head, with Essential Qi surging from his body, fully driving the Jade Handprint.

Facing a master of the Soul Ascension Stage, he still couldn’t easily crush them.

While the old man tangled with the Jade Handprint, the Sixteen-Foot Human Figure Dharma Laksana above Long Fei’s head raised a bronze pot in a ritual.

From the pot’s spout, flames spurted, transforming into firebirds, fiercely sweeping towards Zhong Zhengyang.

The intense heat suddenly raised the temperature within several miles.

Zhong Zhengyang’s pupils dilated, and he exclaimed, "Is this Daoist Sima’s Fire Crow Pot? How is it in your hands?"

Long Fei wore a faint smile, using the spiritual power projection of the Sixteen-Foot Dharma Laksana to drive the Fire Crow Pot, continuously releasing raging flames to encircle Zhong Zhengyang.

Zhong Zhengyang wanted to escape, but his longsword was entangled by the handprint.

He slashed around within the handprint, causing the night sky to rumble, yet he couldn’t manage to extricate himself.

Thousands of fiery crows, carrying blazing fire, instantly engulfed him.

Zhong Zhengyang screamed in agony, his skin tightening as thick cyan smoke suddenly billowed outward.

The Fire Crow Pot contained the Earth’s Core Flame collected by Long Fei.

This type of flame was spewed by the Red Flame Gourd, now belonging to Lin Shanshan.

Long Fei released it all at once, and would need to seek various exotic flames for replenishment in the future.

Despite Zhong Zhengyang’s Nascent Soul Realm cultivation level, under such fiery grilling, his body’s skin and Essential Qi were rapidly diminishing.

In the blink of an eye, his outer flesh became carbonized black like charcoal.

If a normal person were in his place, they would have been reduced to ashes by now.

However, a mastered Soul Ascension Stage cultivator within could still hold on for a while.

Zhong Zhengyang’s spiritual power and flesh Essential Qi quickly depleted, naturally weakening his sword light.

Long Fei sighed softly, "You were originally a remarkable person in your territory, but unfortunately, you pursued such a path of killing. Keeping you is a greater harm than the Demon Race."

The five Divine Beast Dharma Laksana above his head roared, and five surging streams of Divine Blood Essential Qi burst from his body, transmitting into his right hand.

The Jade Handprint suddenly radiated brilliantly, with the force akin to Mount Tai.

Zhong Zhengyang’s body cracked with bangs, deforming like a balloon being squeezed, howling miserably, "Are you that Long Fei?"

He had heard the Sect Leader mention Sima Qingcang’s matters, and now seeing Sima Qingcang’s Fire Crow Pot here, he immediately understood everything clearly.

Long Fei’s handprint sealed the surroundings, his voice couldn’t spread out.

Zhong Zhengyang wanted to warn the sect disciples but, no matter how he shouted, there was no response from the disciples outside.

Long Fei chuckled, "These are your disciples, cold as iron, emotionless, what is the point of cultivating?"

The Sixteen-Foot Dharma Laksana above him raised a Black Iron Staff and fiercely struck down on Zhong Zhengyang’s head.

Zhong Zhengyang’s Divine Sea’s spiritual power completely radiated, gathering a ten-zhang-wide force of Taihua above his head as defense.

The Black Iron Staff was not restricted by the mana barrier, seeming to pierce through space, flashing over this barrier, and fiercely smashing on Zhong Zhengyang’s head.

With a bang, Zhong Zhengyang’s body could no longer hold up.

His weakest waist first exploded within the handprint, with a mist of blood spraying, then it swept through various parts of his body, finally with another bang, his entire body exploded into fragments, leaving only a Nascent Soul flying out.

"Trying to escape?"

The Sixteen-Foot Dharma Laksana above Long Fei’s head was already prepared, manipulating the Space Law mire to trap the Nascent Soul inside.

Mystic Yellow Pagoda emerged, emitting a flash that swiftly contained the Nascent Soul.

With a buzzing sound, the Taihua Sword’s spiritual imprint remained unscattered, trying to break free from the Jade Handprint.

The Sixteen-Foot Dharma Laksana raised a hand to use Mystic Yellow Pagoda to contain the Human Immortal Sword as well.

The Black Iron Staff fell into Long Fei’s hand, and Mystic Yellow Pagoda returned to the Storage Ring.

The light on the scene dimmed instantly, with the previously rolling lake surface quietly settling down with a soft pop.

Silence reigned all around.

After a long while, disciples from Azure Woods Sect hurriedly fled towards Azure Woods Mountain riding sword lights.

The Elder died miserably, they didn’t seek revenge but fled hastily instead.

In such sects where only merit is concerned and humanity disregarded, the strong are acknowledged, the weak are trampled upon.

Zhong Zhengyang was already defeated; how could they engage Long Fei again?

The crowd only loudly exclaimed after seeing them flee, "Is Zhong Zhengyang dead?"

"My god, he actually killed Zhong Zhengyang!"

"This young man is heaven-defying!"

"What happened, how is this handprint so powerful?"

"Elder Zhong’s cultivation level was Soul Ascension Stage!"

"..."

Long Fei, with hands behind his back, stood on the lake surface, surveying the crowd, letting out a soft shout, "During the Qingming Festival, trample Azure Woods!"

His voice was firm, shaking the entire city.

Throughout the night, the citizens and cultivators of Bamboo City couldn’t snap out of their shock.

Their ears continuously echoed that phrase, "During the Qingming Festival, trample Azure Woods."

The previously lively atmosphere suddenly became much more oppressive.

Bamboo City seemed quieter than usual, with fewer pedestrians, akin to that tense moment before a storm.

At this moment, Long Fei and his group were sitting in the City Lord Ma Buwei’s mansion.

Ma Buwei courteously poured tea for Long Fei, not out of fear of Long Fei, but because his son had caused trouble.

Ma Tengfei attempted to sneak away immediately after witnessing Zhong Zhengyang’s defeat last night, but he was caught by Chu Feng.

Unable to do otherwise, he used the excuse of raising funds for Chu Feng, inviting him and Long Fei’s group to temporarily stay at the City Lord’s Mansion.

Ma Buwei almost beat his son to death when he found out.

As an official of the Imperial Court, supported by the court, he didn’t fear the cultivators in the Jianghu; however, he couldn’t withstand the trouble caused by this son.

Now, with a handle in someone’s grasp, if they wanted to make an issue out of it, appealing to the court would be in vain.

"All matters in the world cannot escape a single logic."

Chu Feng, with crossed legs, knocked on the betting agreement on the table and said, "City Lord, a child’s debt is repaid by the parent. The black-and-white agreement states your son owes me a total of ten million Spirit Stones. Do you acknowledge this debt?"