103: Chapter 103 Encountering Danger

"Ah!"

Yuwen Jinran suddenly attacked, catching Yun Song off guard, and a startled cry escaped his lips.

His whole body plummeted rapidly like a kite with a broken string.

But after a brief moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure.

He hurriedly performed the incantation for the Spiritual Power shield.

In an instant, brilliant spiritual power surged out from within his body, gathering around him in a wondrous pattern.

In a flash, a Five-Colored Spiritual Power shield appeared, tightly wrapping him like a gorgeous curtain of light.

Once the Spiritual Power shield took form, his originally rapid descent slowed down slightly.

Below, the group of Rock-Horned Oxen seemed to have sensed the commotion above.

"Moo, moo, moo..."

They all raised their heads, their murky eyes revealing a hint of vigilance.

"Bang!"

Yun Song suddenly executed Gale Leg, his feet landing steadily on top of an ox's head.

"Moo!"

The powerful impact caused the ox to let out a muffled roar.

Following that, with a nimble figure, he performed a clean flip in the air.

Light as a swallow skimming the water, his toes tapped lightly on the backs of over a dozen oxen in succession.

"Moo, moo..."

Immediately, the herd of oxen was stirred into restlessness, their calls rising one after another.

One ox was thoroughly enraged, the knotted muscles on its neck bulging.

It violently shook its head, its two horns, sharp as steel cones, gleaming coldly, and it viciously thrust toward Yun Song, carrying a foul wind.

Yun Song's pupils constricted, and the instant the horns touched his clothes, his toes landed precisely on the tips of the horns like a drop of ink.

The immense force of the ox's thrust traveled through his toes, and using this momentum, his figure shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Within a few leaps, like a phantom, he successfully broke out of the heavy encirclement of the ox herd.

He dared not stop for even a moment, his feet stomping rapidly on the rubble-strewn ground, turning into a blurred afterimage as he sprinted away, raising a sky full of dust behind him.

"Moo, moo."

The oxen called out to each other.

"Rumble."

The heavy footsteps sounded like beating drums, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The oxen chased for a short distance before losing interest.

"Moo, moo."

With a few low moos, the herd actually slowed to a stop.

They shook their heads, slowly lowered them, and continued to gnaw on the hard rocks.

Yun Song sensed the commotion behind him fading, glanced back, and after confirming the herd was no longer chasing, he slightly slowed his pace.

Having just escaped the herd, he quickly dissipated the Spiritual Power shield.

This seemingly impenetrable barrier not only constrained his movement but also devoured the spiritual power within his body as greedily as a gluttonous beast.

He knew well that under the pursuit of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, every extra bit of spiritual power consumed meant an extra bit of danger.

Meanwhile, Yuwen Jinran hovered in the air watching this scene, a flash of surprise first crossing his face, followed by a sneer.

"Hmph, interesting, to think he is actually a Five-Element Spiritual Root."

"I intended to witness this brat getting smashed into a bloody pulp by the oxen with my own eyes; what a disappointment."

"Sigh! I was negligent for a moment, forgetting this brat still possesses decent mortal Martial Skill."

"No matter, take a few more breaths of the air in this place of certain death; consider it a final grace bestowed upon you."

Spiritual power surged around him like a raging tide, pouring entirely into the Flying Sword beneath his feet.

In an instant, the blue and red sword radiance swelled, the sound of it piercing the air tore through the sky, and it streaked toward the direction where Yun Song was fleeing in panic.

Yun Song's breath hitched, the hairs on his body stood on end, and he instinctively looked up.

He saw Yuwen Jinran stepping on the blue and red intertwined Flying Sword, his body wreathed in the overbearing pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

His cold gaze was like two poisoned blades, piercing straight toward his heart.

The veins on Yun Song's neck bulged: "We have never met, and I have no grievance with you! What is the reason that makes you want to kill me so ruthlessly?!"

"Hmph," Yuwen Jinran curled his lips into a disdainful sneer, his eyes full of contempt.

"For a person about to die, what good is knowing the answer? It will only add a few moments of suffering before death."

Having said that, his eyes turned cold, his arm moved slightly, and his palm struck his waist Storage Pouch like lightning.

Accompanied by a ripple of spiritual power, a flash of light appeared at the mouth of the Storage Pouch, and another long sword appeared in his hand.

The long sword suddenly lit up with blue and red light, making the sword body appear dreamlike and illusory.

Following that, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and he waved his arm lightly, the movement appearing casual.

A phantom sword condensed from blue and red light.

"Swish..."

The phantom sword was incredibly fast; wherever it passed, the air was sliced by the sharp blade, emitting a piercing whistle as it stabbed down toward Yun Song's head.

Yun Song had no time to think; he stamped his feet hard on the ground, his figure sweeping out like an arrow released from a bowstring.

In an instant, the blue and red phantom sword tore through the sky and crashed into the ground.

"Bang!"

The ground shook violently, and where the phantom sword struck, the hard rock was pierced through like tofu.

The edges of the bottomless pit cracked like a spiderweb, and rubble mixed with smoke and dust shot up into the sky.

Yun Song looked at the devastated battlefield with lingering fear, cold sweat soaking his clothes.

If he hadn't been keeping a close eye on every move of Yuwen Jinran from the beginning, he would likely have already been pierced through the heart.

Looking at the bottomless sword marks and spiderweb-like cracks on the ground, a chill ran through Yun Song's heart.

Merely a single step between Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining, yet at this moment, it was like an insurmountable chasm.

The speed of the phantom sword that Yuwen Jinran casually waved was far fiercer than the Spiritual Power Blade by several times.

Yun Song would not sit and wait for death; he took the initiative to attack, inputting spiritual power from his body into the mining hoe.

In an instant, five-colored light suddenly bloomed from the mining hoe like a surging torrent.

Following that, he swung it forcefully toward Yuwen Jinran in the air.

A crescent-shaped Five-Colored Spiritual Power Blade whistled and slashed toward Yuwen Jinran.

Seeing this, Yuwen Jinran's expression remained calm and composed, his hand movements unhurried.

He gently waved the long sword in his hand, and a phantom sword, like a meteor chasing the moon, struck the Spiritual Power Blade squarely without deviation.

"Clink."

A slight clashing sound.

The Five-Colored Spiritual Power Blade was easily shattered by the phantom sword, turning into specks of spiritual power light that dissipated into the air.

However, the phantom sword's momentum did not diminish, and it still came shooting viciously toward Yun Song with a sharp whistling sound.

Yun Song's expression changed abruptly, and he inwardly cried out that it was bad.

He hurriedly stomped his feet hard on the ground, his body retreating several steps backward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the phantom sword exploded violently where he had just been standing.

How would Yuwen Jinran give Yun Song any chance to catch his breath?

His hand not holding the sword quickly performed incantations, his fingers lighting up with blue and red light.

Once the incantation was formed, his fingertips tapped into the void dozens of times in succession.

Suddenly, ten fire clouds, each as large as a millstone, appeared in front of him, intertwined with blue and red colors.

"《Burning Flame Wall》, go!"

Yuwen Jinran's lips parted slightly, and his arm waved gently downward.

Streaks of gorgeous tail flames, intertwined with blue and red, descended from the sky.

Yun Song inwardly cried out that it was bad and hurriedly executed Gale Leg.

His feet tapped the ground alternately like phantoms, and his whole body leaped rapidly toward the distance.

"Bang..."

Accompanied by a series of loud noises, the ten fire clouds crashed onto the ground one after another.

Strangely, the fire clouds spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, the flames at the edges connecting with each other.

Clinging together, they finally condensed into a surging sea of fire on the ground.

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