Brother Feng, save me

However, today, for some unknown reason, there seemed to be an unusual number of unexpected events.

Just as Duck Seven was about to make his move, an unexpected event occurred!

A streaking light pierced through the sky!

It was a sword forged from Law!

The long sword tore through the Void Realm, carrying an indomitable Aura, and descended from the heavens with lightning speed.

“Clang…”

The long sword hummed softly!

It let out a sound like a Dragon's roar and a tiger's growl.

The Sword Qi surged, shaking all directions and directly assailing Duck Seven!

The Sword Qi, stretching for dozens of meters, swept over a Three Yang expert.

In an instant, this Three Yang Realm master was torn into pieces before he even had time to react.

This sudden change startled everyone.

If a single stray Sword Qi could instantly kill a Three Yang expert, how sharp must the sword itself be?

Duck Seven's eyes narrowed.

This sword was clearly aimed at him.

Without much hesitation, he opened his mouth and spewed out a black flame.

The seemingly indestructible Law sword was actually burned away by the black flame!

It was only then that two figures descended from the sky.

One of them was dressed in a green robe, holding a folding fan!

His long hair cascaded over his shoulders!

He was gentle and refined, with a face like polished jade, and was enveloped in a layer of sacred light.

He appeared extraordinary and detached, like an immortal banished from heaven, untouched by worldly affairs.

On his left chest, a totem emblem of mountains and rivers was embroidered.

Above the emblem, the character 'Heaven' was imprinted.

The other person was dressed in white, his face obscured, his entire body shrouded in a mist.

But there was an indescribable strangeness about him.

Although he was clearly approaching the crowd, it felt as if his body remained still while the world moved around him!

Soon, the two stopped directly in the Void Realm, a zhang above the ground.

The green-robed man holding the folding fan curved his lips and smiled, saying,

“Interesting, truly interesting!”

“I didn't expect that in the Northern Region, there would still be a living being capable of blocking my sword.”

He looked at Duck Seven, a hint of playfulness in his expression.

“Today, I will protect this Old Ancestor of the Fu Wang Palace.”

“Considering that you were able to take my sword, and that cultivation is not easy, retreat quickly, and I will spare your life.”

“Otherwise…”

He closed his folding fan and stood with his hands behind his back!

“Next year today will be your death anniversary!”

His calm words carried immense confidence.

It was as if all living beings were mere ants before him.

For a moment, the people of Fu Wang Palace, who had already fallen into despair, felt a glimmer of hope.

Although the newcomer had accidentally killed one of their own Three Yang Realm masters with his first move, they seemed to be here to save their Old Ancestor.

And from his demeanor, it was not difficult to see that the newcomer seemed even stronger than their Old Ancestor!

Where did this terrifying expert come from?

The other party seemed to have a deep connection with their Old Ancestor?

As everyone discussed and speculated cautiously, Fu Zhong, the Fu Wang Palace Sect Master, was deeply moved.

As the Sect Master of one of the Four Transcendent Powers in the Northern Region, he naturally knew some hidden secrets.

Although Fu Wang Palace was transcendent, looking at the entire continent, it was merely a regional overlord.

Its overall strength was still far from the true peak powers of the world.

He had always known that his Old Ancestor served a mysterious power.

More precisely, he was collecting a special heavenly treasure for that power.

And the reason why the Old Ancestor was able to Breakthrough to above Three Yang was entirely due to the assistance of that power.

It was just too mysterious, and the Old Ancestor rarely mentioned it to him.

He only said that in terms of true strength, even those above Three Yang were completely insignificant before such a power.

Now, looking at it, it was likely that this green-robed man was the spokesperson for that mysterious power walking among them.

And judging from the emblem totem on his chest,

“Could this person be from the Heavenly Sect?!”

For a moment, Fu Zhong's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with wild joy.

If Fu Wang Palace was a mountain towering over all powers in the Northern Region, then this Heavenly Sect was an unattainable existence for Fu Wang Palace.

Now that a Heavenly Sect disciple had made a move, he was confident that the other party could suppress all evil spirits.

Compared to the shock felt by the Fu Wang Palace members, the Four Seasons Sect and Ten Thousand Swords Sect members felt a chill in their hearts.

These two who suddenly appeared in the Void Realm were quite mysterious.

A single aftershock of their sword could kill a Three Yang.

Even in front of Chicken Lord and Ya Ye, they appeared completely fearless.

Their arrogant demeanor, while annoying, indicated one thing:

They were extremely confident in their own strength.

Could Chicken Lord and Ya Ye handle them?

As everyone's thoughts churned, Duck Seven glanced sideways at the newcomers.

He was furious.

The other party had given him a sword strike as soon as they appeared.

And then, because he had blocked a sword, they said they would spare him.

Not only that, but they immediately declared they would protect the person his elder brother wanted to kill.

They were truly arrogant to the extreme.

He sneered.

“Where did this trash come from? How dare you boast here!”

Then, he used a single wing as a hand, stood tall in the sky, and pointed at the green-robed man, saying, “Can you protect the person Ya Ye wants to kill?”

A furious roar, like thunder, gave off a sense of unmoving stability.

“Domineering!”

The hearts of the Four Seasons Sect and Ten Thousand Swords Sect members trembled.

They were clearly impressed by Duck Seven's domineering declaration.

At this moment, they clearly realized that the difference between themselves and Duck Seven was not just in strength.

This level of arrogance alone was beyond their comparison.

Under everyone's gaze, the green-robed man shook his head and scoffed with a disdainful smile.

“After all, they are beings born in a small place, who, upon gaining a little strength, forget how vast the sky is and how deep the earth is.”

“Some people are not to be offended!”

As he spoke, he looked at his companion beside him.

“Brother Feng, are you interested in making a move and letting these frogs at the bottom of the well witness your style and methods?”

“No interest!”

The response was an ethereal and indifferent voice.

“In that case, please rest for a moment, Brother Feng, while I deal with these small fries, and then I will conveniently retrieve that True Demon Inheritance.”

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

With a casual wave of his hand!

A three-foot-long sword shot out directly from his sleeve.

The sword was entirely green!

It was covered with profound runes representing the sun, moon, and stars.

The sword light was brilliant, as if it would pierce through stars and tear apart the sun and moon.

This sword was extremely terrifying!

The Aura emanating from the sword itself caused everyone nearby to feel immense pressure.

The Sword Intent attached to the long sword, just by looking at it, made one feel as if their Soul was being torn apart.

This was an unimaginable attack to everyone present.

The level was too high, beyond their comprehension.

It was more than ten times more terrifying than the previous sword.

The long sword, with an all-sweeping posture, charged towards Duck Seven.

The latter let out a soft cry, and boundless light erupted from his body.

Behind him, a ten-foot-tall figure appeared.

It was like a god or a demon, carrying the Aura of ancient times.

“Boom…”

The demonic shadow swung its fist, carrying the force of ten thousand tons, and smashed towards the long sword.

The collision of palm and sword, the clash of power and sharpness, created an earth-shattering explosion.

After one strike, the long sword was sent flying, and Duck Seven's figure retreated three steps.

This scene caused the green-robed man's eyes to narrow slightly.

He believed that even someone a Realm above Three Yang would not be able to withstand this sword of his.

Yet now, a duck had actually blocked his attack!

This made him lose some face!

He, Qing Ming, what kind of reputation did he have?

Now, he couldn't even kill a duck; if this got out, where would he put his face?

Thinking of this, he said to Duck Seven, “I have to say, you truly surprise me!”

“But this is probably your full strength, isn't it! And I, I only used fifty percent of my strength!”

“Today, you are destined to die by my sword.”

This attitude made Chicken One unable to stand it any longer.

He had long found this grandson annoying.

Now, seeing his arrogant demeanor, the anger in his heart surged, reaching a peak in an instant.

“Brothers, let's go, let's beat him!”

As Chicken One waved his wing, the Twelve Demon Generals moved in unison.

They immediately began to gang up on Qing Ming.

“Boom…!”

In an instant, an extremely fierce confrontation erupted on the scene.

Surging energy aftershocks rolled, endless divine light bloomed, and the power of Law surged and collided.

The sky was shattered.

This battlefield was extremely terrifying.

It was like gods and demons fighting.

Various sword lights and fist shadows crisscrossed.

Then, Qing Ming met with tragedy!

His strength was indeed impressive.

In the current state of the Twelve Demon Generals, if he faced them one-on-one, he truly would not be their match.

But he could at most fight two.

And now, with twelve of them attacking him at once, he couldn't hold on at all.

Before long, he was already covered in multiple injuries!

Blood was pouring from his seven orifices.

His body was bruised and swollen, looking utterly miserable, with not a trace of his initial transcendent appearance.

This made Qing Ming's face extremely grim.

In this Northern Region, the strength of a single duck had already surprised him considerably.

He had never expected that there would be eleven others as strong as the duck.

Under the combined assault of the Twelve Demon Generals, his composure and his arrogance were completely gone.

His inherent aloofness could no longer be maintained.

“Brother Feng, save me!”

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