100: Chapter 100 I'll Take You Home

Jiang Feng watched this scene, his heart clear.

The so-called "fair palm strike" was merely a face-saving step True Lord Ziyang had provided for both of them after weighing the pros and cons.

But regardless of what considerations the other party had, this was his only path to survival.

The duration of the Golden Core Great Perfection experience within his body was fading rapidly.

If he dragged it out any longer, his cultivation would vanish, leaving him with no further means, and he would undoubtedly die.

"Do it!"

Jiang Feng's voice was hoarse, yet it radiated a sense of determination.

His figure flashed, landing on the summit of a solitary peak not far away.

He gently set Lin Yueyao down, acting like a completely different person from the earth-shattering Evil Qi display moments ago.

A barrier of magic power protected her, isolating her from everything that might happen next.

After doing this, he slowly turned around to face the Dominator of the Qingyun Sect, True Lord Ziyang.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath, and the blood and Qi throughout his entire body boiled once more.

The Golden Core Great Perfection and the Late Stage Golden Core were worlds apart.

That was a state where one had half a foot across the threshold of the Nascent Soul; spirit and Qi were in harmony, a single thought could invoke the power of heaven and earth, and it was a powerful being that had already initially grasped the power of the Dharma Manifestation.

Any carelessness would be seeking death.

Seeing that he was prepared, a hint of approval appeared on True Lord Ziyang's ancient, rustic face.

He said no more, lightly turning his wrist and casually pushing a palm forward.

There was no gale, no thunder.

At that moment, the entire world lost all sound.

The air became viscous, and an invisible heavy pressure enveloped a radius of a hundred miles.

The palm imprint slowly took shape in the air; initially only the size of a hand, it grew in the wind, transforming into a massive purple palm that covered the sky.

What was even more heart-shattering was that behind True Lord Ziyang, a vague Dharma Manifestation phantom, dozens of feet tall, appeared.

The Dharma Manifestation echoed the massive palm from afar, carrying the might of a divine judgment that made it impossible for anyone to harbor a heart of resistance.

"Hah!"

Jiang Feng roared up at the sky.

He thrust both palms out together; the remaining Late Stage Golden Core magic power in his body, his formidable Physical Body strength, and the Taiji Diagram water and fire Origin rotating in his Dantian—these three forces converged into a three-colored torrent and surged out!

The torrent tore through the sky, fiercely meeting the massive palm descending from the heavens!

However, how terrifying was a strike from the Golden Core Great Perfection.

Jiang Feng's three-colored torrent, unleashed with all his might, collided with that massive purple palm and was instantly evaporated and annihilated.

It didn't even stir up a single ripple.

Yet the massive purple palm's power did not diminish in the slightest, continuing to press down with the posture of crushing everything!

Jiang Feng's pupils constricted; as a thought turned, he prepared to summon the nine prisons peak.

But at this moment, True Lord Ziyang's gaze swept over him indifferently.

Hum!

An invisible force instantly locked onto him, tightly gripping the connection between him and the nine prisons peak.

The Magic Treasure, about to leave his body, was forcibly frozen within his Dantian!

True Qi backlashed; Jiang Feng felt a sweetness in his throat and nearly vomited blood on the spot.

When experts trade blows, life and death are decided in a single thought.

His final trump card was sealed; now, only this Physical Body remained!

In the distance, True Monarch Qing Yangzi saw this, a ferocious satisfaction appearing on his face.

Withstand the Sect Master's full-strength strike with his Physical Body?

This old thing is crazy!

Jiang Feng, however, could not care about anything else at this moment; facing the palm imprint capable of annihilating everything, his eyes were blood-red, and his white hair danced wildly.

No retreating, no fear.

He crossed his arms to protect his front, assuming a stance of going head-to-head.

Boom!

The palm imprint fell.

A massive force slammed into Jiang Feng's arms.

That power was not just a True Qi shockwave, but also carried a terrifying will that extinguished life, seeking to completely erase him from the level of existence.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking was terrifyingly clear to his own ears.

Jiang Feng only felt a massive force coming from his arms, and his whole body flew backward uncontrollably.

Every step he retreated, the mountain summit beneath his feet would explode into a huge crater.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of scalding blood finally could not be held back and sprayed out, turning into blood mist in the air.

But his arms, crossed to protect his front, never lowered, stubbornly bracing against that force.

One step, ten steps, a hundred steps!

After retreating a hundred steps, Jiang Feng's figure was forcibly brought to a halt!

He bit his tongue tip sharply, the intense pain stimulating his final potential.

Fierce light exploded in his eyes; he actually stepped forward a few paces against that irresistible force!

Rumble!

These few steps caused the light of that massive purple palm imprint to flicker violently before finally collapsing with a boom, turning into dots of light filling the sky.

The smoke and dust dissipated.

Jiang Feng's figure was revealed once more.

The clothes on his upper body had long since turned to powder, revealing his sturdy torso.

His arms, crossed in front of him, were a bloody mess; large patches of flesh and skin had been scraped away, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

His whole body was covered in blood and bruises, in a wretched state.

Yet, he was still standing.

The posture of his arms had not changed from beginning to end.

The ferocious grin on True Monarch Qing Yangzi's face completely froze, turning into a state of unbelievable horror.

On True Lord Ziyang's calm face, a clear expression of approval finally appeared, and his eyes erupted with an alarming light.

He took a deep look at Jiang Feng's battered Physical Body and spoke slowly.

"You may leave."

Jiang Feng's tensed nerves finally relaxed.

He could feel that the power of the Late Stage Golden Core experience bead had reached its final critical point, and could last at most ten more breaths.

He dragged his heavy body, flashed, appeared beside Lin Yueyao, and scooped her up.

The next moment, he transformed into a streak of blood-colored light and disappeared into the horizon without looking back.

True Lord Ziyang stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the direction where Jiang Feng had disappeared, making no move to stop him.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at an abyss not far beneath his feet.

Beneath that abyss, a sea of clouds rolled.

But those clouds were not white; they were permeated with an ominous, pitch-black color.

He gazed at that black sea of clouds, wondering what he was thinking.

A moment later, his indifferent voice spread throughout the entire Qingyun Sect.

"True Monarch Qing Yangzi, as the Inner Sect Grand Elder, disregarded the safety of the Sect's Disciple and, for selfish desires, forcibly activated the Qingyun Sun-Extinguishing Formation, causing the Sect's Origin Qi to suffer great damage."

"You are punished to face the wall at the Cliff of Wall-Facing for one hundred years."

"Without my personal order, you are not allowed to leave!"

As the words fell, True Lord Ziyang's figure dissipated into thin air.

Leaving only True Monarch Qing Yangzi behind, dazed on the spot with a face full of unwillingness and resentment.

He clenched his fists tightly, continuously shouting Jiang Feng's name.

"Jiang Feng..."

"Jiang Feng!!!"

On the other side, high above in the sky, the gale winds were biting.

Jiang Feng forced himself to hold on to his last breath, frantically driving his spiritual power.

Lin Yueyao in his arms slowly woke up, and seeing his bloody arms and pale face, tears streamed down.

"Husband..."

"Don't be afraid."

Jiang Feng forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "I will take you... home."

As soon as the words fell, a roar echoed in his mind.

The massive force that had been supporting him receded.

Endless weakness and intense pain instantly swept through his entire body.

Jiang Feng's vision went black, and holding Lin Yueyao, he plummeted straight down from the ten-thousand-foot high sky.