108: The vision of the Ming Wang breaks the sword's will

Beside him, a Cultivator, thin as a monkey, at Foundation Establishment fourth-layer, moved with an eerie agility, like a poisonous scorpion in the shadows. He constantly flung poisoned flying needles or scattered strange beans that exploded into paralyzing toxic fog, incredibly tricky and disgusting.

There was also a burly man controlling three bronze Puppets. The Puppets moved sluggishly but possessed immense strength, fearlessly charging the earthen light screen head-on.

Another pair of Cultivators, seemingly siblings, had the brother defensively wielding a shield while the sister assisted from the side with wood-element entanglement Spells.

"Nangong Yu! Your Nangong family is too overbearing! This crimson gold essence was drawn out by me, Old Man, after blasting open the ore vein with a 'Barrier-Breaking Talisman'! You want to snatch it?!" The bearded, one-eyed brute roared, his single eye flashing with madness and greed. His ghost-head saber once again erupted with a ghastly green, bloody light, delivering a powerful chop like splitting a mountain!

"Hmph, Luo Laowu, treasures choose their masters. How can you covet it? Get back to your Black Fiend Cave and gnaw on bones!" Nangong Yu sneered disdainfully, his Wind-Thunder Fan snapping shut, then suddenly flaring open! This time, the wind-thunder patterns on the fan completely lit up!

"Wind-Thunder Tribulation Kill!"

Boom!

A terrifying electric python, as thick as an arm and composed entirely of purplish-blue lightning, tore through the air, carrying a destructive aura, and shot straight for Luo Laowu! Its speed far surpassed the previous wind-thunder snakes!

Luo Laowu's face changed dramatically. He roared, blocking with his ghost-head saber while a bone-made armor on his body glowed with a pale white light!

Bang!!

The lightning python struck fiercely! The black Qi on the ghost-head saber was instantly cleansed. Luo Laowu shrieked, flying backward, his body charred black, spitting blood mixed with electric sparks. The bone armor was covered in cracks, clearly severely damaged.

"Fifth Brother!" The scrawny Cultivator cried out in alarm, a ruthless glint in his eyes. He suddenly pulled out three crimson beads—Blazing Sun Thunderbolts!—and hurled them fiercely at the earthen light screen!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three deafening explosions! Scorching fire waves swept out, and the earthen light screen violently twisted and shook, its light instantly dimming by more than half! The withered old man grunted, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly under immense pressure from maintaining the great seal.

"Now!" The burly man controlling the Puppets seized the opportunity. The three bronze Puppets simultaneously initiated their self-destruct sequence, crashing like cannonballs into the weakest point of the light screen!

As for the siblings, the sister pressed her hands to the ground, and countless tough metal vines burst from the earth, tightly coiling around the light screen, while the brother held his shield to protect them.

"Demonic Sound Soul Capture!" The Nangong family's female Cultivator shrieked, plucking a string of sharp, ear-piercing notes from her scorched-tail zither! Invisible sound waves, like heavy hammers, slammed into the Sea of Consciousness of all the attackers!

Except for the siblings, who seemed to have special protective measures and only paled slightly, the scrawny Cultivator and the Puppet master simultaneously clutched their heads and screamed, their offensive instantly collapsing!

The scene was utterly chaotic! The light of various Spells, Magical Artifacts, and Talismans flashed and collided wildly. Explosions, tearing sounds, roars, and screams were incessant! Spiritual Qiturbulence raged like a storm, plowing the ground layer after layer!

Just as the melee reached its climax, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and their Spiritual Qi was greatly depleted—

The withered old man, who had been fully on the defensive, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint, suddenly roared, "Young Master! Now is the time!"

A fierce glint flashed across Nangong Yu's face, as if he had been waiting for this moment! He slapped his Storage Pouch, and a golden light shot into the sky! It was not a Talisman, but a golden silk scroll, as thin as a cicada's wing, yet emitting a terrifying pressure that made one's Divine Soul tremble! On the silk scroll, a simple, unadorned small sword pattern seemed to come alive!

"Old Ancestor's Sword Intent?! No good!" Luo Laowu, who had just recovered, saw this item, and his single eye was instantly filled with boundless fear, letting out a desperate howl!

This was not a Talisman Treasure, but something even more precious, a life-saving item containing a trace of the Nangong family Golden Core Old Ancestor's Origin Sword Intent! Although it could only be used once, its power was enough to instantly kill any existence below Golden Core!

Nangong Yu's face showed a pained yet utterly resolute expression, as he frantically injected his remaining Spiritual Qi into the silk scroll!

"Buzz—!"

A sword cry, as if from the ancient Ming Wang, resounded through heaven and earth! The silk scroll instantly ignited, transforming into a terrifying Sword Intent that was pure to the extreme, condensed to the extreme, as if it could sever Karma and shatter all Spells! This Sword Intent was formless and immaterial, yet it made everyone present feel as if their Soul was pressed against a cold sword edge, unable to move!

The Sword Intent locked onto—the heavily injured Luo Laowu!

Just at this critical moment!

The scrawny Cultivator's eyes flashed with extreme venom and madness. Knowing he was doomed, he suddenly threw his last two Blazing Sun Thunderbolts, not at Nangong Yu, but fiercely at the pile of metal pillars where Lin Feng was hiding! At the same time, he shrieked with his last ounce of strength: "Nangong Yu! You want to monopolize it?! Then let everyone know! There's another one here trying to be a mantis stalking the cicada! Let's all die together!"

Boom! Boom!

The violent explosions instantly shattered the giant pillars where Lin Feng was hiding! Dust shot into the sky!

This unexpected turn of events caught everyone off guard! Even the terrifying Sword Intent, about to strike, seemed to pause slightly due to the shock to Nangong Yu's mind, the caster!

As the dust settled slightly, Lin Feng's figure was forced to reveal itself. He still maintained a standing posture, his body enveloped by a rapidly swirling deep blue water vortex—it was the defensive secret Spell "Vortex Shield" from the Overturning Sea Sword Art, which had barely blocked the impact of the explosion, but his face was already as dark as water.

Instantly, all eyes focused on him!

Nangong Yu's killing intent, the old man's wariness, the female Cultivator's surprise, Luo Laowu and the others' schadenfreude mixed with despair… and that terrifying Sword Intent, hanging in the air yet still exuding a destructive aura!

"Foundation Establishment fourth-layer? Hmph, a skulking rat! You also want to covet the crimson gold essence?" Nangong Yu was the first to react. Although surprised that Lin Feng could block the explosion, upon perceiving his "weak" Cultivation, his killing intent grew even stronger. "Since you've jumped out yourself, I'll send you on your way first, then use the Old Ancestor's Sword Intent to clean up theseoffal!"

He did not hesitate, a thought flashed through his mind, and that terrifying Sword Intent, which had locked onto Luo Laowu, subtly shifted, and a cold, Soul-freezing killing intent instantly enveloped Lin Feng!

Lin Feng's pupils contracted! Locked by a Golden Core Sword Intent, he felt as if the space around him had solidified, his Spiritual Qi circulation became incredibly sluggish, and the shadow of death was clearer than ever before!

No retreat! No escape!

"Courting death!"

In this desperate situation, Lin Feng's eyes showed no fear; instead, an overwhelming Battle Intent and cold killing intent erupted! Even a clay figure has a temper, let alone him, who possessed many methods!

Just as that wisp of Golden Core Sword Intent was about to strike—

"Roar!!!"

A roar, as if from an ancient Ming Wang, majestic without anger, suddenly burst from Lin Feng's body! A trace of aura unintentionally activated after Cultivating the Ming Wang Purgatory Skill to Minor Achievement!

Although extremely faint, the absolute suppression at the life-level created an incredible interference with the energy-form Sword Intent!

At this moment, a monk in the Secret Realm looked in this direction and muttered to himself.

...

In the most mysterious part of the Secret Realm, that shadow also muttered: Gibberish. As if recalling something.