29: Chapter 29 City Lord Fang! Shouldn't you come out and stretch your muscles a bit?

Ancestor Wang Gang and Clan Head Li Ziwen were, after all, old foxes who had been in the Foundation Establishment stage for many years. After a brief moment of shock, the two quickly exchanged a glance, and a ruthless expression replaced their fear.

They could see that while this woman's true Qi was frighteningly pure, her total amount of spiritual energy did not seem sufficient to sustain a high-intensity battle for long.

A war of attrition!

Drag her down until she dies!

"Brother Li, play with her! Don't let her rest!"

Ancestor Wang Gang let out a violent shout. Instead of advancing, he retreated. The ghost-head broadsword in his hand danced into a thick, earth-yellow curtain of light, shattering the ice spikes filling the sky into dust, emitting dense, clashing sounds of metal and iron.

On the other side, Clan Head Li Ziwen's figure became ghostly. The folding fan in his hand fluttered, and the cyan wind blades no longer sought a forceful Breakthrough, but instead transformed into countless tiny wind vortices, clinging to Lin Yueyao like bone-eating maggots, continuously wearing down her protective cold Qi.

The battle in the sky instantly shifted from a one-sided suppression to an intense tug-of-war.

The earth-yellow blade light was heavy, the cyan footwork was eerie, and the ice-blue Sword Qi was sharp. The three clashed and annihilated each other madly in the night sky, the violent fluctuations of spiritual energy causing the air below to distort, emitting an unbearable humming sound.

Watching this scene, the disciples of the Wang and Li Families below seemed to have been injected with a stimulant and began shouting arrogantly again.

"Clan Head is mighty!"

"Someone who just reached Foundation Establishment dares to act presumptuously in front of our two families? You don't know how to die!"

Jiang Feng heard these noisy clamors, and the curve of his mouth became even more playful.

He cleared his throat and gathered his Qi. His voice was not loud, but it drowned out all the shouts of killing, leisurely spreading across the entire battlefield.

"Fairy, that's enough. Don't really fight with them."

"They are, after all, heads of two families and can be considered people of status in Jiangyuan City. If your Fairy jade hands were to touch their smelly skins that haven't been washed in decades, you would have to wash them in a spirit spring for three days later. It's not worth it."

"Pfft—"

On the Jiang Family side, someone couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Second Master's mouth is more lethal than a knife!

High in the sky, Ancestor Wang Gang and Clan Head Li Ziwen, who were fully engaged in the siege, were so angry upon hearing this that they almost fell from mid-air!

What does he mean by smelly skins that haven't been washed in decades?

What does this old immortal think they are?!

"Jiang Feng! I will skin you and pull out your tendons, smash your bones and scatter your ashes later!" Ancestor Wang Gang was so angry that his eyes turned red, and his offensive even stalled for a split second.

"Kill!"

Just at this moment, Clan Head Jiang Nan gave the order!

The Jiang Family disciples, who had been ready to strike, released their suppressed rage with a boom!

"Fight to the death for the Family!"

"Kill all these invading bastards!"

The rage they had been suppressing for over ten days turned into the most primitive killing intent at this moment, sweeping out!

The two sides collided fiercely within the Jiang Family estate!

The muffled sound of blades entering flesh and the crisp sound of bones breaking intertwined with screams before death, creating a scene that was incomparably bloody.

Although the Jiang Family disciples were at a numerical disadvantage, everyone had taken a spirit gathering pill, their cultivation was generally a level higher than the opponent's, and coupled with the desperate resolve of a grieving army, they had the enemy, who were twice their number, retreating step by step as soon as they clashed!

Young Master Jiang Chen was even more bloodthirsty; the long sword in his hand was as fast as a startled swan. Every swing brought up a string of blood. Wherever the sword light passed, a Cultivator from the Wang or Li Families would clutch their spurting throat and fall down with unwilling eyes.

He specialized in hunting down the enemy's elite Qi Refining Stage 6 Cultivators, and no one could block the power of his sword!

On the other side, Jiang Feng also moved.

He didn't use a sword, and he didn't even mobilize a sliver of spiritual energy.

A Qi Refining Stage 6 Cultivator from the Wang Family grinned and lunged at him, his broadsword slashing down. In his eyes, this old man with half-white hair and beard was already a dead man.

"Old thing, go die for me!"

Jiang Feng didn't even lift his eyelids. Just as the blade approached, he lifted his hand seemingly casually and punched out.

A punch that was plain and unremarkable, not even carrying a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation.

"Crack!"

A bone-crushing sound that made teeth ache clearly drowned out the sound of the wind from the punch!

Immediately after, there was a muffled "Bang!" sound.

The grin on the Wang Family disciple's face was still frozen, but his entire chest had collapsed inward into a terrifying depression. His body flew backward, and while in mid-air, blood mixed with internal organ fragments sprayed out, his life already extinguished.

Jiang Feng slowly retracted his fist, without even a trace of blood on it.

The few enemies who were about to pounce stopped in their tracks, frozen on the spot.

The ferocity in their eyes faded instantly, replaced by an extreme terror! One Cultivator was so scared that the long sword in his hand dropped to the ground with a "clatter," his legs went soft, and he collapsed to the ground.

This... this is simply not human strength!

Where is this a dying old man? This is clearly a human-shaped Vicious Beast!

However, no matter how intense the ground battle was, it could not determine the final outcome of tonight.

High in the sky, the situation had already reversed.

Lin Yueyao had, after all, just stepped into Foundation Establishment, and the total amount of true Qi in her body was far less than that of Ancestor Wang Gang and Clan Head Li Ziwen, those two old foxes of several decades.

"Ice Mirror Phantom Body!"

She suddenly let out a sharp cry, her figure splitting in two. One phantom held a sword and stabbed directly at Ancestor Wang Gang, while her true body turned into a stream of light, circling to the side and rear of Clan Head Li Ziwen, the cold light on the tip of her sword flickering, pointing directly at his fatal weak point in the back!

But Clan Head Li Ziwen's combat experience was extremely rich. He sneered and slapped back with his folding fan, not dodging or avoiding, but slapping towards the sneaking sword tip!

"Boom!"

Ancestor Wang Gang seized the moment her true body was exposed, the earth-yellow spiritual light on his ghost-head broadsword flashing violently, and a wild, fierce slash directly shattered the ice shield she had hastily condensed!

The immense force struck, causing her figure to tremble violently, floating backward for several meters. A sweetness rose in her throat, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

At the same time, a cyan wind rope flew out from Clan Head Li Ziwen's folding fan, like a venomous snake, instantly winding towards her ankle.

Lin Yueyao frowned, slashing the wind rope with her backhand sword, but the momentum of attack and defense had completely changed hands, and she had completely fallen into a disadvantage.

Ancestor Wang Gang and Clan Head Li Ziwen were overjoyed to see this.

"High Grade Spiritual Artifact, Wind Fire Wheel! Destroy her for me!"

Clan Head Li Ziwen let out a cruel, sinister laugh and sacrificed his trump card Magic Treasure!

A ring burning with cyan flames flew out from his sleeve, expanding in the wind and instantly becoming the size of a millstone! That was not an ordinary fire, but the Fire of Xun Wind compressed and ignited by pure spiritual energy. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air was ignited, emitting piercing sonic booms. The ground below was scorched red and cracked by the terrifying high temperature, and the nearby trees instantly turned into charcoal!

The Wind Fire Wheel carried the momentum capable of melting metal and iron and smashed down towards Lin Yueyao, who was already at the end of her rope!

The ice sword condensed from true Qi in Lin Yueyao's hand appeared vulnerable in the face of this momentum!

Seeing this scene, the hearts of all the Jiang Family members below sank instantly.

Jiang Feng's eyes also narrowed slightly at this moment.

He watched Lin Yueyao, who was already in a desperate situation under the siege of two Foundation Establishment Cultivators and a High Grade Spiritual Artifact, yet she still bit her silver teeth tightly, her beautiful eyes holding no fear, only the determination to burn her essence blood for a final struggle. The smile on his face finally completely faded.

However, the next moment, he didn't look at anyone, not even at the Wind Fire Wheel that was about to smash down.

He just lifted his hand as if no one else was there, gently brushing off non-existent dust on his sleeve, and then suddenly raised his head, his gaze crossing everyone and casting towards the silent night sky, letting out a soft laugh.

The laughter was not loud, but it carried an indescribable dominance and mockery, clearly entering the ears of everyone present.

"City Lord Fang! You've been watching the show for so long, it's time to come out and stretch your muscles, isn't it?"

"I will only ask one thing: if a Foundation Establishment Fairy from the Qingyun Sect suffers even a slight mishap on your turf, can you still wear that official hat on your head securely?"