175: Chapter 175 Minister of Justice

The Zhou Family had gathered intelligence last night that Lin Qing's side had two God Realm experts.

However, it had all been too rushed; they hadn't expected both God Realm experts to be Tenth Rank.

Zhou Fentian stood at the front of the crowd, his expression extremely ugly. After all, he was also in the God Realm, so he couldn't fail to sense how powerful Yun Feng was.

Although his side had two God Realm experts now, it was hard to say whether they could even hold off Yun Feng, let alone the fact that the other side had another Tenth Rank watching like a tiger preying on its prey.

Sensing the unfavorable situation, Zhou Fentian hurriedly sent a voice transmission to the head of the Wang Family, who was Xiaer's father, standing beside him: "Brother Wang, can you ask the Senior from your family to come over now?"

Beside him, the head of the Wang Family frowned. He had originally thought he was just coming to make an appearance, but he hadn't expected the opponent to be so powerful, and he couldn't help but begin to weigh the pros and cons.

Zhou Yichen was a tool for marriage pushed out by the Zhou Family, and wasn't Xiaer the same?

Moreover, due to her appearance, Xiaer was not actually well-regarded by the head of the Wang Family. Now, was it really worth offending two Tenth Rank Late Stage experts for the husband of a daughter he didn't like?

Soon, the head of the Wang Family made his decision. "Brother Zhou, call off the troops!"

"Even if I called someone over to hold off the other Tenth Rank, we absolutely couldn't kill them. Even if we succeeded in killing that brat called Lin Qing, the retaliation from two Tenth Rank Late Stage experts afterwards is not something our two families could withstand."

Zhou Fentian was speechless for a moment, his face turning alternating shades of green and white. He could not refute what the head of the Wang Family had said.

The situation in the low altitude remained in a stalemate, and the Zhou Family members dared not make any rash Moves.

However, Yun Feng, high above in the sky, had already launched an attack against the two from the Zhou Family.

Ling Shu and the Disciples of the three sects, along with the people from the Li Family, had long been waiting in the courtyard. The sky above was the battlefield for the God Realm, and they did not rashly ascend to be by Lin Qing's side.

If a full-scale battle really broke out, their opponents would be the Spirit Realm Cultivators of the Zhou Family.

The suddenly erupted battle instantly attracted the gaze of everyone in the entire Cangming City.

Ordinary Spirit Realm Cultivators simply could not extend their Divine Thought to the battlefield high in the sky.

At this moment, everyone in the city, including Ling Shu and the others, all tilted their heads back, forcing themselves to watch the battle with their naked eyes.

High above, Yun Feng's clothes were whipped by the gale winds, making a snapping sound.

He held his left hand behind his back and his sword in his right hand, pointing diagonally forward. He stood as still as a mountain, letting the fierce winds rage around him.

A sharp and domineering Sword Intent shrouded the entire battlefield, and invisible Sword Qi slashed the surging clouds into tatters.

Opposite him, one man had gray hair, and the other appeared to be middle-aged. They stood side by side, their expressions grave.

The old man condensed a thick, pale yellow spiritual shield to envelop them both, while the middle-aged man's fingertips danced, sending waves of Wind Blade attacks blasting towards the Sword Cultivator.

It wasn't just simple Spell attacks; both of their Moves were augmented by the Will of Earth and the Will of Wind, but clearly, Yun Feng's Sword Intent was superior.

Yun Feng suddenly twisted his wrist, causing the long sword in his hand to vibrate, and a visible ripple spread out from the sword.

The Wind Blade that came tearing through the air crashed into the ripple and shattered instantly. Then, the ripple continued on unabated, slamming into the pale yellow spiritual shield, which immediately emitted a creaking sound of being unable to bear the load.

Yun Feng did not stop his attack; instead, he raised his long sword and slashed it across the Void Realm from left to right, sending out another, even more solid and fierce blast of Sword Qi.

The spiritual shield finally could not hold on; it was sliced open by the Sword Qi and split in two.

"Sss—!" The sound of sharp blades slicing through flesh rang out. A bloodstain appeared on the chests of both Zhou Family members simultaneously, and their figures staggered backward in mid-air.

Fortunately, the spiritual shield had weakened the blow, and combined with their own Spiritual Qi and Will protecting their bodies, they were not split in two.

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest, and turned to the middle-aged man, saying: "Use your full power!"

They really hadn't expected Yun Feng to be this formidable. What was originally just a probing attack had ended in such a wretched state.

The middle-aged man nodded heavily, and then both of them unleashed their Spiritual Qi, which surged wildly out of their bodies.

"Boom—!" The firmament trembled, and the wind and clouds rolled backward.

The Spiritual Qi surging from their bodies did not continue to spread outward but instead slowly condensed into two translucent human-shaped phantoms, hundreds of zhang in size.

One phantom emitted a pale yellow light, with projections of mountains and rivers flowing across its surface, carrying a heavy Aura that seemed to suppress eternity; the other phantom was pale cyan, with gale winds flowing across its body, carrying an Aura that could cut through everything.

This was the Tenth Rank, the Dharma Image Realm.

A Dharma Image is the combination of Spiritual Qi and Will under the control of Divine Thought. It possesses both the solid power of Spiritual Qi and the ethereal power of Will; it is the perfect manifestation of God Realm power.

It is precisely because it requires the participation of Will that the power of Will is said to be the threshold for the Tenth Rank, and this was a power that Lin Qing had already mastered in advance.

Two Dharma Images, hundreds of zhang tall, stood in the firmament. A terrifying pressure swept in all directions, instantly dispersing the Sword Intent that filled the sky.

The two from the Zhou Family now stood at the center of their respective Dharma Images' brows, using the protection of the Dharma Images to quickly repair the injuries on their chests.

Yun Feng looked at the two Dharma Images, the corners of his mouth curling into an imperceptible arc. He raised his arms horizontally and tilted his head slightly upward.

"Hum—!" A clear, resonant sword hum shook the Nine Heavens. The flowing clouds, gale winds, and Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth were drawn by the Sword Intent and gathered in front of Yun Feng.

In an instant, an even larger Dharma Image took shape with a boom.

A Dharma Image is the manifestation of Spiritual Qi and Will. To a certain extent, one can intuitively judge the strength of a Cultivator from the size of their Dharma Image.

The facial features of Yun Feng's Dharma Image were clearly visible, and several spiritual swords rotated behind it. Its size was twice that of the two opposite, already approaching a thousand zhang.

Who was stronger and who was weaker—the people below watching the battle already had the answer in their hearts.

Just as a new round of battle was about to erupt, Zhou Fentian spoke. He looked up and shouted towards the high altitude, his voice resounding throughout the entire Cangming City.

"Senior, please stop!"

His father and second uncle were the only two Tenth Rank experts in the Zhou Family. Now, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, he could not let the two of them perish.

He himself was only at the Peak of the Ninth Rank. Although he had already touched the threshold of the power of Will, it would still take a considerable amount of time to truly achieve a Breakthrough to the Tenth Rank.

If the two elders perished, the Zhou Family would fall into a truly irredeemable situation.

Fei Luo stood beside Lin Qing and said teasingly: "How wonderful, he can still call for a stop."

Zhou Fentian continued to shout anxiously, fearing that Yun Feng would strike too decisively.

"My Zhou Family is willing to pay a price, as long as Senior is willing to stop. No matter the cost, as long as my Zhou Family can do it, we will not refuse."

At this moment, a grand voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth. "Fellow Daoist, please stop! I will act as a guarantor; if the Zhou Family dares to go back on their word afterwards, I will certainly not show mercy."

It was someone from a super power who had spoken. Although they did not want to have too many entanglements with the forces of Dongxuan, they could not just let the people of Dongxuan slaughter the Cultivators of the Central Continent, especially since these two were Tenth Rank experts.