458: The moon is fierce

The two Mahayana Realm Cultivators had already fled several miles, yet the two Immortal Binding Ropes continuously entangled them.

The Mahayana Realm Cultivator holding the soul banner suddenly waved the banner, and five Undergoing Tribulation fierce souls howled out, carrying dense, ink-like Evil Qi, rushing straight towards the two golden ropes that had been entangling them.

"Explode!"

As soon as the fierce souls approached the golden ropes, they exploded with a roar.

The aura of the soul banner in the Mahayana Realm Cultivator's hand immediately withered, clearly indicating that the self-detonation of the five Undergoing Tribulation fierce souls had caused him no small loss.

A majestic black Evil Qi storm erupted in the sky, and the two golden ropes were violently shaken back.

The golden light flowing around the ropes dimmed. Although they hadn't completely disintegrated, they were tattered and their speed greatly reduced, no longer able to obstruct the two's escaping light.

"Brother Xie! How decisive!" The Mahayana Realm Cultivator wielding the giant sword flew in front, and upon noticing this, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The Mahayana Realm Cultivator's face under his mask was extremely grim, and he growled in a low voice, "Less nonsense! Hurry up!"

Just as they thought they were about to escape, a dense array of silver dots suddenly appeared in front of them—at some unknown point, countless moon blades had Around to their front.

"How is this possible?!" The Sword Cultivator's expression changed drastically. "My Divine Sense didn't detect anything at all!"

The Mahayana Realm Cultivator holding the banner was equally shocked; he hadn't sensed anything either.

But his instinct told him that those silver dots ahead were extremely dangerous.

Before they could ponder further, the moon blades, trailing silver light, covered them like a raging tide.

The Sword Cultivator hastily activated his Sword Art, and the giant sword beside him split into eighteen Flying Swords, circling his body.

With a flick of his sword-finger, nine of the Flying Swords formed a sword Formation, bravely meeting the moon blades.

In an instant, the piercing sound of metal clashing echoed in the air.

The Mahayana Realm Cultivator holding the banner also activated the Myriad soul banner, and rolling black Evil Qi surged out from within, coalescing into a pitch-black shield around his body.

The black Qi churned on the surface of the shield, instantly transforming into nine giant Evil Qi pythons, roaring as they charged towards the incoming moon blades.

With the moon blades blocking their path, Feng Changge had already arrived with three Mahayana Realm Cultivators from behind.

Looking at the two black-clothed figures surrounded by moon blades, Feng Changge's lips curved slightly. He waved his hand, stopping the three Mahayana Realm Cultivators who were about to rush forward to attack. "You all go and seal off the surroundings. This Your Highness will personally capture them!"

"Your Highness, think twice! Your status is noble; capturing these villains can be left to us. Why must you personally act?" A red-haired Mahayana Realm Cultivator frowned and advised.

Feng Changge glanced at him, his tone turning grave: "Mr. Yan, no need for further words!"

Seeing his resolute attitude, Mr. Yan exchanged glances with the other two and could only obey, forming a triangular Formation to surround the two who were struggling against the moon blades.

However, he deliberately maintained a position not far from Feng Changge, clearly uneasy about the Ninth Prince fighting two Mahayana Realm Cultivators alone.

However, the subsequent battle left him dumbfounded.

The flashing silver moon blades clashed fiercely with the Sword Cultivator's Flying Swords, sending sparks flying.

Mr. Yan keenly noticed that these moon blades, in groups of nine, formed an unpredictable offensive Formation, responding to each other, incredibly sharp.

Even more alarming was the strength of the moon blades themselves—even though the Sword Cultivator's Flying Swords were Earth-Grade High Grade, they continuously broke off chips and their spirituality was damaged under the ceaseless onslaught of the moon blades.

"What kind of Magic Treasure are these moon blades? They're so powerful!" Mr. Yan was horrified.

Feng Changge smiled. With a change in his hand seals, a large number of moon blades surged up from below—precisely those that had previously annihilated the other black-clothed individuals.

At this moment, the two black-clothed Mahayana Realm Cultivators in mid-air were struggling, looking utterly disheveled.

Ten of the Sword Cultivator's eighteen Flying Swords had been destroyed, with only eight remaining to barely protect his body. He had attempted to break through several times, but was always forced back to his original position by the moon blades' flexible Formation changes.

The Mahayana Realm Cultivator holding the banner was in an even worse situation.

The moon blades clashed with the nine black Evil Qi giant pythons he had conjured, almost passing through them as if they were nothing.

If he hadn't reacted swiftly and sacrificed a small purple shield to protect himself, his Physical Body would likely have been severed in the first wave of attacks.

Even so, he was in constant peril.

The small purple shield was completely destroyed after only three waves of attacks. Now, he could only rely on his movement technique to constantly shift and dodge, not daring to directly confront the sharp edge of the moon blades.

But these moon blades were astonishingly fast, even surpassing his escape speed.

In just a few breaths, he was already covered in wounds, and if it continued for a moment longer, he would likely perish here.

"Damn it! What exactly is this thing?!"

"Indestructible, immune to Divine Sense, unafraid of Evil Qi erosion, able to penetrate shields, and such terrifying speed!"

The Mahayana Realm Cultivator's face was distorted, filled with unwillingness.

He hesitated for a moment while dodging, and an arm was severed by a moon blade.

He endured the severe pain, and intense fear surged in his heart.

Was he truly going to fall into the hands of a Middle Tribulation Crossing Stage junior who relied on external objects today?

I'll risk it!

He steeled his heart, formed a hand seal with his right hand, and the Myriad soul banner suddenly wrapped around his entire body as he charged fiercely towards Feng Changge!

Dozens of moon blades continuously bombarded the banner, sending out dazzling sparks. The banner's surface rapidly deteriorated, but it ultimately allowed him to reach Feng Changge.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan flipped his right hand, conjuring a jade ruler, ready to act and protect at any moment.

"Seeking death!" Feng Changge, however, remained calm. He merely changed his hand seals, and countless moon blades instantly returned to his front, rapidly forming a silver-glowing moon wheel.

Facing the banner-wielding Mahayana Realm Cultivator's desperate strike, he pointed in the air: "Go!"

The moon wheel spun at high speed, erupting with a terrifying speed no less than that of a single moon blade, yet its power had increased by more than several times!

The silver light streaked across the sky, and the black-clothed man, along with his soul banner, was split in two by the moon wheel!

As soon as his Nascent Soul escaped, Mr. Yan, who was already prepared, teleported and seized it.

The Sword Cultivator witnessed this scene, scared out of his wits, completely losing his Battle Intent. He shouted urgently, "Ninth Prince! I am willing to surrender! I am Gu Ma, the Grand Elder of Ancient Sword Pavilion, and I am willing to lead the thousand Disciples of Ancient Sword Pavilion to assist Your Highness in seizing the succession!"

Feng Changge waved his hand upon hearing this, and the moon blades attacking Gu Ma immediately hovered around him.

The biting cold light reflected the moonlight, falling upon him and chilling him to the bone.

This terrifying Magic Treasure was simply invincible. No matter how he attacked, he couldn't even destroy one. Yet, the opponent, with only Undergoing Tribulation cultivation, wielded it with such terrifying speed and attack power—if not for the absence of immortal power fluctuations on the moon blades, he would almost have thought it was an Immortal Artifact.

The moon blade's assault suddenly ceased, and Gu Ma's mind relaxed. He half-knelt in the air, gasping for breath.

"Ancient Sword Pavilion?" Feng Changge, with the moon wheel circling around him, its silver light flowing, calmly flew closer to Gu Ma. "So, tonight's events are the work of my Third Imperial Brother?"

His tone was icy, making Gu Ma's heart tremble.

But he also understood that since Feng Changge hadn't immediately killed him, he intended to accept him.

After all, a Mahayana Realm Sword Cultivator was already a top-tier combat force in the Changfeng Imperial Dynasty.

Aside from the forces with the ten Quasi-Immortals, Ancient Sword Pavilion could be considered the first tier.

With his proactive allegiance, Feng Changge had no reason to refuse.

"Reporting to the Ninth Prince, tonight's events were jointly planned by the Third Prince and the Fourth Prince!" Gu Ma slightly raised his head, secretly observing Feng Changge's expression, and cautiously continued, "The original plan was to divide the Yin Family's treasury equally between the two families after capturing Yuzhu Mountain Villa."

Feng Changge sneered disdainfully: "Just you?"

Gu Ma smiled bitterly: "Originally, two other people were supposed to intercept Your Highness's reinforcements, but it seems... something went wrong."

"Nothing went wrong," Feng Changge's smile grew even colder, "it's just that those two have already been killed by me!"

Earlier, not long after they left the city, they were indeed intercepted by two Mahayana Realm Cultivators.

If Feng Changge hadn't used the twin moon wheel to ambush them in the chaotic battle, those two would have been able to stall them for dozens of breaths, or even escape unscathed.

But under the twin moon wheel's unpredictable assassination, the two who were dealing with the Prince Yus Mansion's three Mahayana Realm Cultivators' encirclement instantly had their Physical Bodies collapse, and even their Nascent Souls couldn't escape.

Gu Ma was completely stunned upon hearing this.

Then, recalling the terrifying power of that Magic Treasure just now, he immediately felt relieved, but still couldn't help but ask in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, what kind of Magic Treasure was that... that attacked me just now?"