487: Chapter 487 Feng Xian Fights the Saint, Master and Disciple Reunite

"You..." The defeated Ghost Demon's eyes were filled with resentment.

As the Young Pavilion Master of the Starfall Pavilion, he had not yet ascended to the position of Pavilion Master, nor had he unified the Central Plains or ruled over the Fighting Qi Continent.

Hun Tiandi flipped his hand and took out a long blade, walking toward Ghost Demon step by step. His heavy footsteps sounded like muffled thunder.

They weighed heavily on Ghost Demon's heart. In their previous clashes, Hun Tiandi had been at a disadvantage, and once he was even ambushed by thugs arranged by the Starfall Pavilion.

He had been knocked down a ten-thousand-foot cliff and nearly died. If not for Yao Ling saving him, he would have likely perished.

This time was even more excessive. Ghost Demon, representing the Starfall Pavilion, had united with the Flower Sect and the Burning Flame Valley—the three major forces—to attack the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

This caused heavy casualties among the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and its thousand-year foundation was nearly destroyed.

Just to force Hun Tiandi out, Ghost Demon had seen the execution order issued by the Pill Tower and planned to use others to do his dirty work.

"I am the Young Master of the Starfall Pavilion! If you kill me, there will be no place for you to hide in the Central Plains!"

Ghost Demon's eyes were filled with hatred, and his voice was full of continuous threats.

"You deserve to die!" Hun Tiandi said coldly. Although he hadn't stayed in the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion for long, it was his first sect after all.

Sword Saint Tianquan had even personally taken him as a disciple. Hun Tiandi kept this kindness of mentorship in his heart.

Crack!

Ghost Demon's palm flipped silently, taking out a green jade slip. He crushed it with a crack, and an invisible ripple burst out, forming a spatial tunnel as he prepared to flee.

"You bastard!" Hun Tiandi shouted sternly, casually slashing out three times.

Looking at the expanding silver halo, his figure retreated violently.

"Trying to run!"

The blade energy entered his body, making Ghost Demon's injuries even more severe. With his internal organs damaged, he suddenly swung out several streaks of Fighting Qi to block the blade energy.

To buy time for his escape, Ghost Demon looked at the tunnel that was within reach. A flash of ferocity appeared in Hun Tiandi's eyes.

"Uncle Feng Xian, save me!"

At the final moment, Ghost Demon's collapsed cry resounded through the world.

Hearing Ghost Demon's anxious voice, Tang Ying's face changed in the distance. Feng Xian was a figure who had been famous for a long time.

He was a figure of the same generation as his teacher, Sword Venerable, and his strength was terrifyingly immense.

It was truly unexpected that such a big shot was following behind Ghost Demon.

"It seems that Ghost Demon's move to besiege the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was not his decision alone; the powerhouses behind the Starfall Pavilion all tacitly approved."

Thinking of this, Sword Saint Tianquan's face turned gloomy. It seemed that as the Starfall Pavilion expanded outward, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion had become an obstacle.

"Feng Xian?" Hun Tiandi's gaze was icy. No matter who you are,

Ghost Demon must die today. He has been my enemy several times. I originally intended to devour his divine body, but now there isn't enough time.

Then I'll just kill him directly.

"Heavenly Law, Two Hundred-Fold Force!"

Hun Tiandi's killing intent was fanatical, and blood-colored Fighting Qi surged out. He struck with his blade, and seeing this, Ghost Demon let out a shrill scream.

"Hmph, is someone from my Starfall Pavilion someone you can kill?"

Just as the blood-colored blade energy was about to kill Ghost Demon, a cold voice echoed from the tunnel, resounding through the world.

Then, it transformed into a huge crack.

Following that, streaks of green Fighting Qi surged out, and a giant green hand reached out. In the blink of an eye, the world was filled with howling gales.

Vaguely, it seemed like a green figure was at the end of the tunnel.

Crack!

This change naturally made Hun Tiandi alert, and his heart sank. This person could trigger changes in the world's energy just with their Fighting Qi.

He had likely already advanced to the level of a Fighting Saint.

With a flick of the green palm, Hun Tiandi's full-strength attack was shattered. The blood-colored blade energy broke apart, turning into a cloud of red light and dissipating.

"Saint Feng Xian, bullying the younger generation—aren't you afraid of tarnishing your reputation?"

As the palm swiped toward Hun Tiandi, a cold voice came from behind him. A towering sword shadow suspended in the air, annihilating the green palm print.

"Sword Saint Tianquan, Tang Ying, you've broken through?"

Saint Feng Xian's surprise came from the crack. One must know that it is extremely difficult for a Fighting Saint to advance even by one star.

Once they break through, their strength will skyrocket.

"It was a matter of opportunity!" Sword Saint Tianquan's figure flickered, appearing in mid-air to confront Saint Feng Xian.

Hun Tiandi turned around and glanced at the familiar Sword Saint Tianquan, sighing in his heart.

Master and disciple had finally met, but now was not the time for conversation.

Buzz!

Saint Feng Xian did not strike further. Fighting from a distance gave him no advantage; taking Ghost Demon away was the priority.

After all, among the younger generation of the Starfall Pavilion, Ghost Demon was one of the top talents.

Possessing the Star God Body, Saint Feng thought very highly of him and was unwilling to let him perish here.

The green palm flipped, grabbing Ghost Demon to retreat.

"You want to leave? Leave him behind!"

Hun Tiandi shouted sternly. He closed and then opened his eyes, activating the Eyes of Samsara. A surge of red swept toward the green palm, covering the sky.

Blood-colored Fighting Qi poured in. The seven-fold power originally gained from the Heavenly Demon Body Tempering Method was also being rapidly consumed.

Even the power surging from the Blood God Body was dissipating.

With Hun Tiandi's current strength, he could not yet exert the Eyes of Samsara to their limit.

"Boy, how dare you..." Saint Feng shouted sternly, noticing that the green energy handprint was being devoured by the red light. This power was too strange.

Even Saint Feng Xian, whose vision was higher than the heavens, had never seen it before.

Because this was the power of Samsara.

Sizzle!

As a red light of Samsara washed over the palm, a wisp of red light landed on Ghost Demon's left arm and was instantly devoured and melted.

Ghost Demon let out a shrill scream, the fear in his eyes impossible to hide.

"Bastard, die!" Saint Feng was enraged. From the clenched green palm print, a green index finger suddenly extended, pointing at Hun Tiandi's chest as fast as lightning.

Crack!

The surging power of a Fighting Saint was irresistible. The Sword Bone, which had been sixty percent tempered, completely shattered.

His figure flew backward, spitting out blood. Like a pile of mud, he slammed heavily onto the ground.

Boom!

The impact stirred up dust. Critically injured and on the verge of death, he fell into a coma.

"Feng Xian, to harm my beloved disciple is unforgivable!" Seeing this, Sword Saint Tianquan's sword-like brows twitched. Matchless sword qi erupted, pouring into the crack like a tide.

Ah...

Ghost Demon, being sliced by the sword qi, let out a shrill scream as his flame of life began to dissipate.

Even the spatial tunnel directly collapsed.

Sword Saint Tianquan's strike in anger severed Saint Feng's palm. Saint blood splattered as he quickly took Ghost Demon and left.

What was originally a competition between the younger generation ended with two Fighting Saints participating, and both sides nearly perishing.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Mud Bodhisattva arrived with the four Human Puppets. Seeing this tragic scene and the heavily injured, unconscious Hun Tiandi, he was instantly enraged.

Sword Saint Tianquan moved and landed beside Hun Tiandi, pointing his sword finger to examine the injuries.

"Such heavy injuries!"

He then prepared to take Hun Tiandi away. Mud Bodhisattva stood up to block him; even if the opponent was a Fighting Saint powerhouse, he could not take His Majesty away.

"Rest assured, he is my disciple. I will not harm him. Right now, only the Sword Tomb of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion can save his life."

Sword Saint Tianquan did not strike. These people had previously helped the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion through its crisis.

Mud Bodhisattva pondered slightly and stepped aside. Sword Saint Tianquan took Hun Tiandi away.

"Kill!" Mud Bodhisattva spoke coldly, looking at the two Fighting Venerable powerhouses from the Flower Sect in mid-air, who were already dumbfounded with fear.

The elders of the Starfall Pavilion were also blocked by the Human Puppets. Saint Feng only managed to take Ghost Demon.

Under the explosive attacks of the Human Puppets, the elders of the Starfall Pavilion and Venerable Mei and Venerable Ju of the Flower Sect all perished in the mountain range.

Then, led by Mud Bodhisattva, the group of Human Puppets rushed toward the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.