99: Chapter 99 Qingyun Sect Master, True Monarch Ziyang

True Monarch Qing Yangzi's roar of unwillingness exhausted his last ounce of strength.

He had already been severely injured by a palm strike from Jiang Feng, his Dantian and Qi reservoir were already in turmoil, and now, forcibly activating the Formation only added injury to injury.

"Pfft!"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, True Monarch Qing Yangzi's face turned deathly pale.

But his eyes were blood-red, staring fixedly at Jiang Feng in the center of the Formation, filled with greed and malice.

As he performed the hand seal again, those Qingyun Sect Disciples who had already collapsed and were vomiting blood, surprisingly, each forced their wobbling bodies to sit cross-legged once more.

They injected the little remaining True Yuan into the Formation.

Hum.

The cyan light barrier, which was about to completely shatter, unexpectedly re-aggregated.

The cracks healed rapidly, profound runes circulated once more, and the radiance was even stronger than before.

This was a brief moment of recovery at the cost of burning the Disciples' Foundation!

"Good for you, True Monarch Qing Yangzi."

Jiang Feng hovered in mid-air, feeling the power in his body slipping away at an accelerated rate, his expression darkened.

This Qingyun Sun-Extinguishing Formation was not only draining his mana but also suppressing the duration of his temporary cultivation.

Originally, he could have held on for an hour and a half, but now, he probably couldn't even last half an hour.

He looked at the young Disciples outside the Formation, who were pale and weak, yet still gritting their teeth to channel their mana.

He glanced again at True Monarch Qing Yangzi, who looked like a mad demon.

There was a bone-chilling coldness in Jiang Feng's voice.

"In order to covet what I have, you are willing to bury the entire future of the Qingyun Sect with you."

"Since that's the case, I will fulfill your wish."

"Jiang Feng, don't be arrogant!" True Monarch Qing Yangzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted sternly.

"Even if I have to exhaust the ten-thousand-year heritage of my Qingyun Sect today, I will keep you here!"

"My Qingyun Sect cannot be humiliated!"

He spoke righteously, but in his heart, he was sneering.

"As long as I can drag this out until his secret technique expires, that Medium Grade True Artifact on him, as well as the many secrets like restoring his Spiritual Root, will all be mine."

"At that time, not to mention a Qingyun Sect, even breaking through to the Nascent Soul, and reaching the pinnacle of the entire Yan Kingdom cultivation world, what would be difficult about that?"

"What does sacrificing a few Disciples matter?"

How could Jiang Feng not see through True Monarch Qing Yangzi's scheme?

"I don't have time to waste with you!"

He stopped talking nonsense.

All the remaining Late Stage Golden Core mana in his body, along with the Origin power of the Taiji Diagram that was rotating ceaselessly within his Dantian, were poured without reservation back into the nine prisons peak in his palm!

Hum, hum, hum—!

The pitch-black little mountain shook crazily.

Its size didn't increase further, but the black Qi swirling around it was extremely dense, faintly carrying the power of thunder.

A terrifying "momentum" that could suppress all things and crush the Void Realm was more than ten times stronger than before!

"Break... for me!"

Jiang Feng held the nine prisons peak with one hand, the veins on his arm bulging, and smashed it fiercely down at the re-solidified light barrier below!

This time, there was no earth-shattering loud noise.

The moment the nine prisons peak made contact with the cyan light barrier, time paused for an instant.

Immediately after.

"Crack... bang!"

With a crisp sound, the Qingyun Sun-Extinguishing Formation, which had gathered the life essence of ten thousand Disciples and was highly anticipated by True Monarch Qing Yangzi, was vulnerably weak.

Starting from the point where the nine prisons peak made contact, a huge gap suddenly opened.

Subsequently, the entire light barrier disintegrated inch by inch, turning into cyan light spots filling the sky, dissipating into nothingness.

"Pfft—!!"

Outside the Formation, ten thousand Qingyun Sect Disciples' bodies shook violently, and they all flew backward together.

More than half of them fainted on the spot, their breath cut off.

True Monarch Qing Yangzi bore the brunt of it.

His entire body flew backward uncontrollably for a hundred zhang, and another large mouthful of blood sprayed into the sky.

The crazy greed and fanaticism in his eyes faded away in an instant, replaced by terror and despair.

The Formation was broken!

Jiang Feng didn't pause at all.

The moment the Formation shattered, his figure flashed, he scooped up Lin Yueyao, turned into a stream of light, and rushed straight outside the mountain gate.

As long as he left the Qingyun Sect's territory, the sky would be high and the sea wide; who could stop him?

"No—!"

Seeing that figure about to disappear into the horizon, True Monarch Qing Yangzi, dragging his severely injured body, struggled to climb up from the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a shrill roar toward the sky.

"Sect Master!!"

"Are you just going to watch helplessly as this thief destroys our mountain gate, slaughters our Disciples, and then leaves safely?!"

His voice was full of unwillingness and malice, echoing over the deathly silent Thirteen Peaks of Qingyun.

Jiang Feng turned a deaf ear; if he didn't leave now, when would he?

He pushed his speed to the limit, and with a few flashes of his figure, he was already a thousand zhang away from the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate.

However, just as he was about to completely leave the Qingyun Sect's territory.

The Void Realm suddenly tore open, and a figure stepped out from it, blocking his path.

That person wore simple cyan robes, with a rustic face and restrained aura.

At first glance, he was just an ordinary middle-aged Daoist.

But he just stood there quietly, and a majestic pressure, far exceeding that of True Monarch Qing Yangzi and the others, directly enveloped the entire world.

Golden Core Great Perfection!

Qingyun Sect Sect Master, True Lord Ziyang!

Jiang Feng's figure paused, stopping in mid-air, and he protected Lin Yueyao even more tightly.

He looked at the man in front of him with a solemn expression.

True Lord Ziyang's gaze first rested for a moment on Lin Yueyao, who was bloodless in Jiang Feng's arms, a flash of complexity crossing his eyes.

Then it fell onto Jiang Feng's face, which was full of white hair.

He spoke slowly, his voice flat, with no discernible joy or anger.

"You are Jiang Feng from Jiangyuan City?"

"This matter, it is indeed my Qingyun Sect that handled it improperly, and we were in the wrong first."

"However," his tone shifted, and an invisible pressure suddenly increased, "you forcibly broke into my mountain gate, crippled my Elder, destroyed my mountain-protecting Formation, and injured countless Disciples of my Sect. If I let you leave just like this, where would my Qingyun Sect's face be placed?"

Jiang Feng heard these words, which started with humility and ended with accusation, and sneered in his heart.

In the end, it was still going to be a fight.

He gently shifted Lin Yueyao further back, and the remaining power in his body surged again.

He responded word by word: "Hmph, if you want to fight, then fight; what need is there for so many excuses."

"Good."

True Lord Ziyang nodded, seemingly not at all surprised by Jiang Feng's reaction.

He extended a palm, True Yuan gathering in his palm, but not releasing it outward.

"This Seat will not bully the young either."

"Take one palm strike from me; as long as you can withstand it, today's matter will be wiped clean, and This Seat will let you leave."

As soon as these words were spoken, True Monarch Qing Yangzi, who had just struggled to fly over from a distance, had his expression change drastically.

Dragging his severely injured body, he shouted urgently: "Sect Master, you cannot!"

"This person's secret technique cannot be maintained for long! As long as we delay for a moment longer, he will surely be exhausted! At that time, the secrets on him, as well as that Medium Grade True Artifact treasure, will all be the property of my Qingyun Sect..."

True Lord Ziyang looked back at True Monarch Qing Yangzi on the side, calm as an ancient well, but being stared at so coldly by him, True Monarch Qing Yangzi swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.