1271: Chapter 1271 Feng Xiu 1V3

Feng Xiu ignored his mockery.

He reached out and grabbed, and that dark golden longsword was completely pulled out from the Void Realm.

The sword was about four feet long and two fingers wide. Its entire body was dark gold, with a faint golden light flowing along the blade. Embedded at the guard was a black gemstone the size of a thumb, in which stars vaguely swirled, looking as deep as an entrance to another world.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, a clear sword hum resonated through the Void Realm.

The sound was not sharp or jarring, but it carried a penetrating power that struck directly at the Soul, causing the power within the three of them to stall simultaneously.

Feng Xiu stood holding the sword, his dark golden martial attire flapping loudly in the Void Realm, and his tousled black hair was blown slightly upward by the airflow.

A faint smile still hung at the corners of his lips, but in this moment, that smile was more chilling than any killing intent.

"Pardon me."

He said softly, then unleashed his sword.

There were no flashy opening moves, no earth-shattering Aura; just a simple, straight thrust, aimed directly at the center of their formation—the weakest point.

Gu Li's expression changed abruptly.

He realized—Feng Xiu's strike looked plain and unremarkable, but it was actually a precise stab at the node where the Qi of the three of them connected.

That location was the only flaw in their combined defense.

If struck by this sword, the triangular formation would instantly collapse, and the three of them would be forced to fight on their own.

"Disperse!"

Gu Li shouted, and the three of them shot out in three different directions simultaneously.

The triangular formation scattered at the last moment. Feng Xiu's sword tip brushed past Gu Li's hem without hitting anyone, but that dark golden sword radiance left a slender crack in space where they had originally stood.

The edges of the crack were as smooth as a mirror, as if cut by the sharpest blade.

After scattering, the three immediately launched a counterattack from three directions simultaneously.

Gu Li's figure was like a ghost, leaving a string of afterimages in the Void Realm, his right palm wrapped in a layer of grayish-white light as he struck toward Feng Xiu's back.

That was the Asura Race's "Soul-Extinguishing Palm," which specialized in attacking the Divine Soul. Those struck would suffer no damage to their Physical Body, but their Divine Soul would be shattered by the palm force; it was extremely sinister and vicious.

Ao Lie extended his Dragon claw, five cold radiances tearing through the Void Realm as they attacked Feng Xiu's neck from the left.

Although his right arm was severely injured, the strength of his left claw was undiminished. The Dragon Might attached to the Dragon claw was as heavy as a mountain, crushing the surrounding space fragments until they burst.

Mo Yuan swooped down from above, spreading his only remaining half-wing, and black demonic flames condensed into a fist-sized fireball in his palm.

The surface of the fireball was pitch black as ink, but inside, dark red light vaguely pulsed, emitting a suffocating Aura of destruction.

This was the Demon Race's "World-Extinguishing Demonic Flame," which had an extremely high temperature, enough to incinerate the protective Divine Ability of a Tier 6 expert.

Three attacks, from three directions, arrived simultaneously.

Yet Feng Xiu smiled.

He did not retreat, nor did he dodge, but stood holding his sword, gently rotating the dark golden longsword in his hand.

The moment the sword body rotated, a golden light shield expanded in all directions with him at the center.

The light shield was not thick, looking as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it gave people a feeling of being indestructible.

The three attacks landed on the light shield simultaneously.

Gu Li's Soul-Extinguishing Palm struck the light shield, and the grayish-white palm force was like a clay ox entering the sea—absorbed by the light shield without a sound.

His expression changed; he felt that what he had struck was not a light shield, but a boundless ocean—all his power had been swallowed, without stirring up a single ripple.

Ao Lie's Dragon claw grabbed the light shield, emitting a harsh metallic screeching sound.

The five claw marks left five shallow white scratches on the light shield, but failed to penetrate even an inch.

He let out a muffled groan, feeling a massive rebounding force from his claw tips, which numbed his entire left arm and almost made him unable to clench his fist.

Mo Yuan's World-Extinguishing Demonic Flame smashed against the light shield, the black flames exploding on its surface and turning into sparks that scattered across the sky.

The temperature of the flames was indeed astonishing; the light shield twisted slightly under the burning, but that was all—the distortion lasted less than an instant before the light shield returned to normal, while the demonic flames were completely extinguished.

"This... is impossible!"

Mo Yuan's eyes widened, looking at his empty palm in disbelief.

Although his World-Extinguishing Demonic Flame was not his strongest technique, it was still a killing move capable of severely injuring a Tier 6 expert; how could it be blocked so casually by a thin light shield?

Feng Xiu did not give him time to think.

The light shield suddenly contracted, turning into a golden ring of light that expanded outward from Feng Xiu's body.

The speed of the ring was unbelievably fast; the three of them didn't even have time to react before being swept by the ring.

Gu Li felt a massive force slam into his chest, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

Ao Lie was swept in the waist and abdomen by the ring, his body tumbling dozens of times in the air; when he finally managed to stabilize, he found that several more Dragon scales on his waist had shattered.

Mo Yuan was hit on the shoulder by the ring, and his already wounded wing completely snapped off, severed at the root from the shoulder blade, with black blood gushing out like a spring.

The three of them stabilized their figures in the Void Realm, and there was no longer any contempt in their eyes as they looked at Feng Xiu.

"His strength..." Gu Li gritted his teeth, the bloodstains at the corners of his mouth not yet wiped away, "is not beneath us at our peak."

Ao Lie's golden vertical pupils were full of gravity: "But he is clearly only one person."

Mo Yuan did not speak.

He lowered his head to look at his severed wing, a flash of madness crossing his eyes.

The wings of the Demon Race were the source of their power; a severed wing meant his strength would be greatly reduced.

But he felt no anger, no fear, only a near-manic Battle Intent—since there was no escape, then fight to the death.

Feng Xiu stood holding his sword, his dark golden martial attire without a single wrinkle, his Aura still as steady as a mountain.

He looked at the three, the smile at the corners of his lips still faint, without any smugness or mockery, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"The three of you, shall we continue?"

His voice was calm, "I said, do not make things difficult for me."

Gu Li wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, a flash of determination in his eyes.

"Continue."

He took a deep breath, and the remaining power within his body began to circulate frantically.

Grayish-white light surged from his body, condensing into a translucent armor around him.

That was the Asura Race's "Battle Armor," condensed from Battle Intent. Its defensive power was extremely strong, but every time it was used, it would place a huge burden on the Divine Soul and Physical Body.

He no longer cared.

Ao Lie roared up at the sky, the Dragon's roar shaking the heavens and the earth.

His figure began to expand, Dragon scales surging frantically from beneath his skin, his hands turning into Dragon claws, his feet into Dragon feet, and in just a few breaths, he transformed into a five-clawed golden Dragon dozens of zhang long.

Although his scales were shattered and he was covered in wounds, his Dragon Might remained as vast as the sea, pressing down until the Void Realm let out an unbearable groan.

Mo Yuan threw his head back and roared, runes on his deep red skin lighting up brightly, and black light surged from the gaps in the runes, wrapping his entire body in a mass of black mist.

A low, guttural roar came from within the mist, as if something was metamorphosing inside.

When the mist dissipated, Mo Yuan's figure had grown a size larger, black patterns covered his deep red skin, and his eyes had turned purely black—no whites, no pupils, only endless darkness.

Three people, three races, three types of secret techniques, all activated simultaneously.