614: Chapter 614 Severely Injures Wind Saint, Expelled from Starfall Pavilion

"Long time no see, Wind Idle!"

The Sword Saint smiled, looking into the main hall at the old man in green robes, whose face had previously held a smile, but turned unsightly upon seeing the Sword Saint.

The old man in green robes was naturally Wind Idle, the renowned Saint Feng.

"Old ghost, you're actually not dead? After so many years without any word from you, I thought you had fallen!"

Wind Idle suppressed the anger in his heart and sneered.

The original plan was for Saint Feng to head to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to intercept Sword Saint Tianquan and prevent him from going to the Black-Corner Region to provide support, but unfortunately, man proposes, heaven disposes.

He hadn't expected that the Sword Venerable of the previous generation was still alive, and had even advanced to the Dou Sheng level.

Now that the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion was guarded by both Sword Saint Tianquan and the Sword Saint, even the arrogant Saint Feng felt it was tricky.

"Two Saints in one pavilion; the status of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion in the Central Plains will surely rise once again!"

Saint Feng sighed.

"Saint Feng, it's been a long time. Let's sit down and have a chat!"

"Today, you are not leaving!" The Sword Saint's hoarse voice echoed through the Sword Pavilion's main hall.

"Old ghost, I have important matters to attend to today and must leave. Reminiscing will have to wait for another day!" Saint Feng refused, knowing full well what he was planning.

Earlier, Sword Saint Tianquan had spoken, and with Starfall Pavilion in danger and fearing it might be on the verge of destruction, he absolutely could not stay.

"Since Saint Feng won't give me face, let's see who is better with our hands!" the Sword Saint said coldly.

Flipping his hand, a long sword appeared in his grip. His figure stood upright, giving off an extremely sharp feeling.

Sword intent permeated his entire body, resembling a divine sword exuding cold air.

Sword Saint Tianquan, sitting on the main seat, also slowly stood up. Surging Fighting Qi flowed and erupted forth.

"Kill!"

Seeing the master and disciple teaming up, Saint Feng understood that this battle was unavoidable and struck first. The space around him suddenly twisted violently.

It then caved in to form a palm print, which he slapped towards the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint sneered and slashed down with his long sword. Sword Qi crisscrossed, shattering all the pillars, tables, and chairs in the main hall.

"Clang!"

Behind him, Sword Saint Tianquan brought his fingers together like a sword. An incomparably sharp Sword Qi swept fiercely towards Saint Feng, moving as fast as lightning.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, wisps of cracks permeated the air. Saint Feng's expression changed, and without looking back, he flipped his hand and slapped backward.

"Go!" Saint Feng tore through space, his figure flickering as he dove into the spatial rift, disappearing from sight.

"Teacher, congratulations on successfully advancing to a Dou Sheng expert..."

Sword Saint Tianquan said happily. His teacher's breakthrough was a great joy for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

"Hahaha, my breakthrough is entirely thanks to that disciple of yours. If not for the help of the Bodhi Ancient Tree's branches and leaves, it would have taken at least several decades to break through..."

The Sword Saint sighed with emotion.

Sword Saint Tianquan nodded slightly upon hearing this: "The disciple Teacher speaks of is naturally Hun Tiandi. Upon learning that the Sword Saint was in closed-door cultivation, intending to advance to Dou Sheng..."

Hun Tiandi had taken out the Bodhi branches and leaves to help the Sword Saint comprehend cultivation.

With the support of many heavenly treasures, he had successfully advanced to a Dou Sheng expert.

"Since we've already started, we must root out the problem!" the Sword Saint said coldly, referring to what Starfall Pavilion had previously done to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

Tang Ying had already informed him of everything. The Sword Saint had spent his life wandering the Fighting Qi Continent and was not an indecisive person.

"Hum!"

The master and disciple instantly tore through the spatial rift to pursue the fleeing Saint Feng.

In the endless void, it was pitch black. The starlight that appeared from time to time was the only light in the silent illusion.

"What is going on? Did the Heavenly Mansion Alliance's plan fail?"

The fleeing Saint Feng was both shocked and angry. This time, the Heavenly Mansion Alliance had mobilized their entire force to head to the Black-Corner Region to besiege the Da Zheng Imperial Dynasty.

Logically, there shouldn't have been any survivors from the Da Zheng Imperial Dynasty. What exactly did that sentence from Sword Saint Tianquan mean?

"Starfall Pavilion has already been destroyed, right?" echoed in his heart.

If what Tang Ying said was true, and Starfall Pavilion was destroyed, how could he face his old friend?

"Four Symbols Sword Technique: Azure Dragon Sword!"

Suddenly, a brilliant beam of Sword Qi streaked over from behind. Amidst a deep shout, the Sword Qi permeated the air, transforming into a cyan sword dragon.

"Roar!"

The sword dragon roared, its ferocious dragon head, slender dragon body, and dragon tail like a cattail fan—the entire cyan dragon was condensed from infinite sword intent.

It rolled up winds and gathered clouds, crushing towards Saint Feng.

Wherever the cyan sword dragon passed, the void collapsed, and spatial fragments like blades made his skin ache.

"Dou Technique, Four Symbols Sword Technique, the old ghost's signature skill!" Saint Feng's expression darkened, knowing the Sword Saint was pursuing him.

"Hundred Rivers Sword Wave!"

Immediately after, Sword Saint Tianquan also made his move. He held his True Dragon Divine Sword high, his Fighting Qi pouring out, and infinite Sword Qi swirled around the long sword.

The Fighting Qi was like a continuous range of a hundred mountains, and the Sword Qi was like crashing waves, striking out in all directions.

This was the first time the master and disciple had teamed up since the Sword Saint's breakthrough.

Their opponent was Saint Feng of Starfall Pavilion.

"Violent Wind Palm!"

His figure flickered as he continued to fly backward. His hands intertwined in front of his chest like afterimages. Between his palms, a hundred-zhang-sized cyan palm print appeared, as if it were solid.

Wind-attribute Fighting Qi was poured into it, emitting terrifying fluctuations.

"Rumble!"

Suddenly, in the void, the battle between the three Dou Sheng experts was almost earth-shattering: the cyan sword dragon, the Hundred Rivers Sword Wave, and the Violent Wind Palm print.

They then collided fiercely like meteors.

This powerful collision instantly erupted with an earth-shaking bang, and terrifying energy ripples swept out from the center like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years.

Some surrounding meteorites were shattered, exploding with cracking sounds.

The impact of the terrifying energy ripples caused the surrounding space to form a black hole, devouring everything.

"Pfft!"

Amidst a scream, Saint Feng's body flew backward from the void like a broken kite, crashing heavily into a mountain peak.

He vomited blood repeatedly, his aura withered, and his face was pale.

Sword Saint Tianquan and the Sword Saint had joined forces to heavily injure Saint Feng in one blow.

"Not good, it's a spatial black hole!" the Sword Saint roared, slashing down with his long sword again to open an escape route.

If one were to fall into a spatial black hole, even a Dou Sheng expert would lose a layer of skin, if not die.

The two turned into sword light and forcibly broke out from the black hole.

Looking at each other, they felt a sense of surviving a disaster.

"Hmm? Did Saint Feng escape?" the Sword Saint said in a deep voice.

"No matter. He must be worried about Starfall Pavilion. We can just go to Starfall Pavilion!" Sword Saint Tianquan smiled.

"Swish!"

The fleeing Saint Feng had his green robes torn, and blood stained his chest. Ignoring it entirely, he channeled the remaining Fighting Qi in his body and sped towards Starfall Pavilion.

Starfall Pavilion!

At this moment, Starfall Pavilion had already turned into ruins. Wang Ku stood proudly in mid-air, holding the struggling Pavilion Master You Quan. His hoarse voice commanded: "Leave none alive!"

Under the slaughter of the Dazheng Empire's experts, all the disciples and elders of Starfall Pavilion were killed, except for the group that Mu Qingluan had taken to the Black-Corner Region.

"Hum!"

The xuanhuang pagoda had devoured nearly ninety percent of Starfall Pavilion's merit, leaving only a thin sea of merit clouds in the sky.

It could no longer devour even a sliver of merit, because there were still people alive in Starfall Pavilion.

"Hum!"

Space fluctuated, and the Blood God stepped through the air. After destroying the Flower Sect, he had rushed over. Looking at the now-empty Starfall Pavilion, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Wang Ku and the experts of the Dazheng Empire bowed respectfully.

"Rise!" the Blood God said indifferently.

Just as the Blood God was about to speak, a disheveled figure tore through space and arrived—it was the heavily injured Saint Feng.

"You..." Saint Feng looked at the scene where the mountain peaks had been leveled and the Starfall Pavilion disciples were bleeding like rivers.

His heart was attacked by anger, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood again.

"Saint Feng, you are too late!"

"I declare: Today, Starfall Pavilion is erased from the Central Plains!" the Blood God mocked, looking at the furious Saint Feng with amusement.