193: Chapter 193 Father... Father?

Sword light filled the entire world in an instant!

These people didn't even have time to scream before being instantly ground into a mist of blood, blooming like dazzling red flowers in the sky.

Chen Yan panted heavily, his face full of pride:

"Is that it? I thought the Tongtian Alliance was more impressive."

"Under an Imperial Rank sword art, everyone is equal!"

But before he could continue gloating, he caught a glimpse of that Body Integration Stage Puppet rushing over again from the corner of his eye.

Most of the Puppet's neck was clearly severed, yet Wind-attribute Spiritual Qi surged at the wound, healing it at a visible rate.

Chen Yan's heart tightened, filled with surprise.

Holy crap?

It's still not dead?

Did you freaking buy a VIP membership?!

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly summoned the brick.

"wait a moment!"

Smack!

The brick smashed hard into the Puppet's face, sending it flying backward.

Yet in the next second, it actually stood up again.

By now, the wound on its neck was mostly healed.

A strange red light flickered in its hollow eye sockets as it lunged at Chen Yan once more.

"Are you a cockroach or something?"

Chen Yan's eyes twitched; he threw the brick several times, but it only managed to knock the Puppet back a few steps, failing to cause any effective damage.

Though he was cursing under his breath, his movements didn't slow down at all.

Zixiao Thunder Armor covered his body, the Undying Dharma Bell floated above his head, and senior spare my life slashed down furiously!

He desperately fended off the Puppet's attacks.

At the same time.

Within the Wind Spirit Intent Domain, Leng Qingshuang swung her sword, cleaving the last Body Integration Stage Cultivator in two.

Of the thirty-odd Body Integration Stage Cultivators, not a single one remained.

The entire process took no more than a dozen breaths.

"Hahaha! Good, good, good! As expected of Sword Venerable Shuanghua!"

The Mahayana Realm grey-robed old man stood not far away, his face ashen as he looked at the corpses littering the ground, but then he suddenly burst into laughter.

He abruptly threw out a humanoid Puppet that glowed with green light all over.

As the Puppet landed on the ground, the entire Feng Clan Ancestral Land shook.

A terrifying pressure of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage instantly swept out, unexpectedly shattering Leng Qingshuang's Wind Spirit Intent Domain!

Chen Yan's expression changed drastically.

Damn it, why is there another Undergoing Tribulation Stage one?

How does the Tongtian Alliance have so many monstrous Puppets?

The grey-robed old man laughed even more maniacally: "Leng Qingshuang, do you want to guess the identity of this Puppet?"

Leng Qingshuang held her sword horizontally and met him with a cold gaze, remaining silent.

"Oh~ right!"

The grey-robed old man gave a sinister laugh: "Three hundred years ago, when the Feng Clan was exterminated, you were just a little child; naturally, you wouldn't recognize him!"

He pointed at the Undergoing Tribulation Stage Puppet and laughed loudly: "This is your Feng Clan Old Ancestor! After we killed him, his Physical Body was refined into this top-tier Puppet!"

He smiled gingerly: "Little girl, I want to see if you can bring yourself to strike down your own clansman?!"

Buzz, buzz~

Leng Qingshuang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and a monstrous killing intent erupted from her!

Feng Clan Old Ancestor...

Damn it!

The Tongtian Alliance actually refined the Feng Clan's people into Puppets!

But before she could react, three more terrifying auras emanated from deep within the Feng Clan Ancestral Land!

"Hahaha! Three hundred years! We've waited for three hundred years! We've finally waited for the wind spirit bead to appear!"

Three figures stepped through the air.

They exuded the pressure of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage, their laughter shaking the mountains and causing the snow to fall.

Seeing this, Chen Yan's heart sank instantly.

Dammit!

Three more Undergoing Tribulation Stage experts!

Including that Feng Clan Puppet, that's four in the Undergoing Tribulation Stage!

How the hell are we supposed to fight this?

Buzz!

Dense lights of Restrictions suddenly lit up across the entire Ancestral Land.

Countless formation runes emerged and intertwined, completely locking down the entire space.

Leng Qingshuang's face changed drastically!

The moment the Restrictions lit up, she actually couldn't sense the aura of the Heavenly Dao!

With the space sealed, she couldn't even trigger a Lightning Tribulation to Breakthrough to the Undergoing Tribulation Stage right now!

The four Undergoing Tribulation Stage experts formed an encirclement, their monstrous pressure crushing down.

The frost and snow on the ground couldn't withstand it and turned directly into powder.

Leng Qingshuang grit her teeth, her Spiritual Qi beginning to soar wildly, but the disparity in Realm made it impossible for her to resist the suppression of four Undergoing Tribulation Stage experts.

Chen Yan was both anxious and furious.

These old bastards clearly have overwhelming strength, yet they're still playing dirty!

Setting an ambush, sealing the space, preventing the Tribulation...

Each step was linked to the next, cutting off all of Revered Master's trump cards!

He took a deep breath, his mind racing to devise an escape plan.

He couldn't beat Undergoing Tribulation Stage experts, he couldn't break the Restriction seal, and the space was locked so he couldn't flee...

What should I do?

What should I do?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

Undergoing Tribulation Strike Talisman!

It can unleash a single strike from an Undergoing Tribulation Stage expert!

This seemed to be the only way to break the deadlock!

Without any hesitation, Chen Yan pulled out those three golden Talismans from his space.

Lightning flowed over the Talismans, emitting a destructive aura.

"Revered Master, hold on to me!"

Before Leng Qingshuang could react, Chen Yan had already pulled her into his arms and crushed a Talisman with his other hand.

Boom!

A bolt of golden lightning capable of tearing the sky apart suddenly exploded!

"What is that?"

The leading Undergoing Tribulation Stage old monster's face changed drastically; he wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

The lightning hit him right in the chest, blasting him backward as he spat out blood on the spot.

The other three Undergoing Tribulation Stage experts were also affected by the lightning and forced to retreat repeatedly.

"Now's our chance!"

Chen Yan pushed the Undying Dharma Bell to its limit; the golden light surged, firmly protecting himself and Leng Qingshuang.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the all-things tracking compass spun wildly, pointing the way!

Holding Leng Qingshuang's hand, he rushed out in the direction indicated by the compass without any hesitation.

"Stop them!"

The Undergoing Tribulation Stage old monster roared, yet he feared the two golden Talismans in Chen Yan's hand!

He didn't dare to step forward recklessly!

Chen Yan summoned the Somersault Cloud and sped away with Leng Qingshuang.

Passing through ruined halls and bypassing collapsed sculptures, the two of them instantly charged into the deepest part of the Ancestral Land.

Just then, the Wind Spirit Mark on Leng Qingshuang's forehead suddenly erupted with green light!

Countless green threads shot out from between her brows, intertwining to form a half-person-high spatial rift.

Violent fluctuations of the Wind Law could be vaguely sensed from within the rift.

A flash of joy crossed her eyes: "Get in!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Yan pulled Leng Qingshuang and leaped into the rift.

Behind them, the attacks of the four Undergoing Tribulation Stage experts followed closely, but they only caused ripples upon striking the spatial rift.

Buzz!

The spatial rift instantly closed.

The two figures immediately vanished into the depths of the Ancestral Land.

One of the Undergoing Tribulation Stage experts' face turned ashen: "Damn it! They got away!"

"Big brother, where does that spatial rift lead?"

The leading Undergoing Tribulation Stage old monster clutched his chest and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "It's the Feng Clan Secret Realm..."

"A Secret Realm that can only be opened by someone with the Feng Clan Bloodline!"

"Humph! Since they went in, they'll naturally have to come out!"

"Pass down the order: block all exits of the Feng Clan territory. I want them to have nowhere to run!"

Within the Feng Clan Secret Realm.

As soon as Chen Yan and Leng Qingshuang landed, wind blades filled the sky, attacking them like a rainstorm.

The Wind Spirit Mark on Leng Qingshuang's forehead shone brightly, its gentle green light blocking all the wind blades.

Chen Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at his Revered Master.

In the Secret Realm, a gentle breeze blew, fluttering her dress and hair, her posture graceful and peerless.

Chen Yan's mind blanked for a second, and he blurted out, "Revered Master, you're so beautiful~"

Leng Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, and then a blush rose to her cheeks.

She glared at Chen Yan and raised her hand to rap him on the forehead.

Rebellious Disciple!

What time is it? How do you still have the mind to think about that!

Chen Yan clutched his head, but he felt delighted inside.

Revered Master looks so good when she's blushing...

But in the next moment, he suddenly froze.

Because he discovered that a faint green halo was also appearing on the surface of his body.

The surrounding Wind-attribute Spiritual Qi was continuously pouring into his body!

"What's going on?"

Chen Yan looked down at himself, completely bewildered.

He clearly didn't have the Feng Clan Bloodline, so how could he also absorb Wind-attribute Spiritual Qi?

Leng Qingshuang also noticed the anomaly. She reached out to grasp his wrist, and after investigating for a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Your body... is absorbing Wind-attribute Spiritual Qi on its own?"

"The Wind Law within this Secret Realm seems exceptionally affinity toward you."

Chen Yan looked blank.

What on earth is happening?

He looked down at his body, then at the Wind-attribute Spiritual Qi permeating the surroundings.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

Could it be that wind-fixing bead's doing?

He subconsciously looked into his System space.

Only to see that wind-fixing bead had appeared at his brow at some point, continuously absorbing Wind-attribute Spiritual Qi.

Before he could figure out the situation, the entire Secret Realm suddenly began to vibrate.

The Wind Spirits in the sky suddenly converged, forming a phantom figure dressed in a green robe.

The phantom was handsome and had an ethereal temperament, bearing a thirty-percent resemblance to Leng Qingshuang.

He looked at Leng Qingshuang, tears in his eyes, his voice hoarse:

"My dear daughter... you've returned..."

Leng Qingshuang trembled all over. Looking at that face, a flood of memories surged into her heart.

She widened her eyes in disbelief, her voice trembling violently:

"Father... Father?"