Urban All-Round Master

Just as the Golden Light in Lin Zifeng’s hand was about to press against White Sky Venerable’s chest, the old man’s face sank, his right palm suddenly shooting out as he forcibly broke through the Space Gravity. His already tattered robe exploded into shreds, yet the purple glow flickering on his right palm was not a whit weaker than Lin Zifeng’s!

”Bang!”

With one palm strike, though White Sky Venerable’s figure was thin and frail, at this moment he was like a mountain, unmoving in the slightest. No matter how fiercely Lin Zifeng’s Golden Light surged, it could not shake White Sky Venerable’s feet that were sunk deep into the earth even half an inch!

Seeing that brute force couldn’t break through, Lin Zifeng’s figure flickered and he abruptly retreated. White Sky Venerable, standing there motionless, caught the barely noticeable curve at the corner of Lin Zifeng’s lips; his sparse brows couldn’t help but knit tightly together.

”Whoosh...”

One standing, one retreating, yet the swiftly shooting Golden Longsword did not waver in the slightest. It cut through countless twisted currents of air, stabbing straight toward White Sky Venerable’s chest!

At this moment, seeing that the frontal blow had failed, Lin Zifeng didn’t waste words. He poured all his Elemental Power into Space Gravity. The Soul-devouring Demon Python that had been smashing deep pits into the ground now let out one after another pained, resentful hissing cries.

Having just taken a palm from Lin Zifeng, White Sky Venerable had already broken free of the Space Gravity and even wanted to dodge. But who could have thought the Gravity that was already like a mountain would grow even stronger, sinking his feet even deeper into the earth!

By now, the glow flickering on the Golden Longsword’s edge was already reflecting off White Sky Venerable’s ragged robe, abnormally sharp and fierce!

With Space Gravity driven to the extreme, even with his inexhaustible Elemental Power, Lin Zifeng felt a bit strained. He clenched his teeth, deathly locking his gaze on the Golden Longsword formed from his Elemental Power, inwardly anxious and yearning for that instant when the longsword would pierce through White Sky Venerable’s chest and blossom a Blood Flower!

”Puff...”

The sound of steel sinking into flesh rang out, and Lin Zifeng’s gloomy expression instantly brightened. White Sky Venerable’s chest before him had already been run through by the Golden Longsword! Bright red blood coated the Golden Longsword, looking bizarrely demonic!

”Killed him? Don’t tell me that old bastard, ranked third among the Five Supreme Venerables, is actually this weak?”

Staring at White Sky Venerable whose head hung limp and who didn’t move at all, Lin Zifeng, happy as he was, couldn’t help feeling doubtful. All of this seemed... far too simple, didn’t it?

”Lord Zifeng, be careful. This old bastard’s life force hasn’t been cut off. I fear something’s about to change—don’t go forward yet!”

Mu Ruoyun’s voice was incomparably grave, with not the slightest hint of joy at defeating a powerful foe.

Lin Zifeng gave a subtle nod, but he didn’t dare retract the Space Gravity in the slightest. If he withdrew it, the Soul-devouring Demon Python behind him would go completely feral and would certainly seek revenge for this old thing!

Right then, a sinister, fettered laughter drifted into Lin Zifeng’s ears, making his body shudder violently.

”Kekeke... Brat, much obliged. I never thought that the Realm this Venerable has never been able to break through... would finally be perfected today!”

As the words fell, White Sky Venerable, with his withered, grimacing old face, suddenly raised his head. His skin-and-bone right hand abruptly yanked the Golden Longsword from his chest. A Blood Arrow traced an eerie curve and splashed across his face, a terror beyond words.

Lin Zifeng saw it all, his eyes widening in shock. He growled inwardly, ”Ruoyun... what’s going on? Could it be this old bastard, knowing he’s about to die, has gone completely insane!?”

The reply that came back to Lin Zifeng was Mu Ruoyun’s slightly fear-tinged voice in his heart: ”Impossible... how could this old bastard have refined it to the First Layer!”

Her words had barely ended when Lin Zifeng, before he could press further, was already frightened by the grotesque scene unfolding before his eyes.

He saw the blood ceaselessly pouring from White Sky Venerable’s chest seem to be controlled by some force, slowly congealing into the shape of a small snake, baring its savage fangs as it pounced toward Lin Zifeng’s back.

Too late to intercept, Lin Zifeng saw a streak of red light flash before his eyes, and that little snake condensed from blood had already landed on the scales of the Soul-devouring Demon Python...

”Sss sss...”

Like cold water dripping onto red-hot metal, the boiling hiss made Lin Zifeng’s body tremble as he twisted his head around. Even his war-hardened face couldn’t help but waver slightly.

”Ruoyun, what’s happening? Don’t tell me this Soul-devouring Demon Python...”

He hadn’t even finished speaking when Mu Ruoyun cut in with a low, heavy voice: ”Soul-devouring Demon Python? This thing is probably about to become a Soul-devouring Blood Python!”

”A Soul-devouring Blood Python is the evolved form of a Soul-devouring Demon Python refined by a Cultivator. Normally, such a Realm can only be reached once White Sky Venerable breaks through the First Layer of Thunder Tribulation. But that savage brawl just now, coupled with you driving Space Gravity to the limit and rousing its ferocity, allowed it to forcibly evolve!”

Drawing a sharp breath, Lin Zifeng hadn’t seen for himself how powerful a Soul-devouring Blood Python truly was, but hearing Mu Ruoyun’s incomparably grave tone, he knew this was bad. Gazing at the tottering figure of White Sky Venerable, Lin Zifeng’s face sank as Golden Light surged once more in his hand!

”Thank me? Then I’ll have you pay with that old life of yours as thanks!”

Suspended in midair, Lin Zifeng’s aura turned razor-sharp again, Golden Light swelling to the extreme in his hand. The Elemental Power contained in that palm was enough to instantly kill a Saint Middle Stage expert. With White Sky Venerable grievously wounded right now, Lin Zifeng refused to believe this old bastard could withstand it!

White Sky Venerable watched Lin Zifeng in midair as killing intent flooded the latter’s eyes. His shriveled face was still smeared with blood, but there wasn’t the slightest trace of fear. Instead, the smile at the corner of his mouth, in Lin Zifeng’s eyes, was nothing less than the insane arrogance of a cat toying with a mouse!

”Die!”

With a roar, Lin Zifeng violently hurled out the Golden Light in his hand—but what he hadn’t anticipated was that in that instant, the dark-brown scales of the Soul-devouring Python stained with blood suddenly shattered!

Beneath the dark-brown scales was not fragile snakeskin, but blood-red scales like fresh gore! On those scales were carved ancient, archaic characters, which under the blazing sun appeared incomparably ferocious!

”Bang!”

The scattered scales turned into volleys of arrow-rain, sealing off Lin Zifeng in midair, slicing the air into twisted shreds as they shot toward every part of Lin Zifeng’s body!

In that Instant, Lin Zifeng felt the horror of being enveloped by a razor-edged killing intent. He no longer had the slightest thought of pressing the attack. But hanging in midair, there was nowhere to dodge. Helpless, Lin Zifeng could only employ the combination of the Primordial Battle Banner and Space Gravity.

In an Instant, the whistling scales around him slowed significantly. Lin Zifeng’s figure twisted as he frantically dodged, but the thousands of scales still locked him in tightly. Even under the influence of Space Gravity, they carved numerous fine blood marks across his body.

He had barely landed when, before he could steady himself, he felt a sharp, screaming gust of force rush up from behind. Without time to think, Lin Zifeng’s legs stomped violently, and he leapt high once more.

”Whoosh...”

A blood-red giant shadow, more than ten meters long, flashed past. Over a dozen towering trees before Lin Zifeng were all smashed to powder.