95: My Godly Father (Twenty-Six)

Yao Jinghong looked at The Cripple as if he were eyeing a prize he was certain to obtain.

"The Sword Scripture must be on you."

His tone was a definitive statement.

"No matter what you say, I won't believe it."

Yao Jinghong's gaze fell upon Quan Yun, who was standing with difficulty in the distance, leaning on a wooden sword.

"This youth is the best example."

"A Mortal Body, merely in the Spirit Transformation Realm, yet able to comprehend the threshold of 'Concept'. He even crossed a major Realm to defeat the Divine Body Prodigy of my Yaoguang Blessed Land."

His voice echoed before the entire mountain gate, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"This is enough to demonstrate the terrifying nature of that Sword Scripture, and this is merely half of it!"

Everyone was stunned by these words.

Sword Scripture!

That was something that could only exist in legends!

Yao Jinghong no longer looked at The Cripple; his gaze was completely locked onto Quan Yun, his killing intent undisguised.

"Today, I want the Sword Scripture, and I want your life as well."

He turned back, looking at The Cripple with a grave expression, and said, word for word.

"I want this youth's life, too!"

"I will not allow a young Sword Cultivator who has touched upon 'Concept' at such a young age to live."

"Actually, what happened to you back then was something I orchestrated myself. It was I who leaked the news that you possessed half of the Sword Scripture."

As soon as these words were spoken, The Cripple's body shuddered violently.

On Yao Jinghong's face, there appeared a hint of reminiscence, or perhaps self-mockery.

"In the past… we were once the best of friends."

Boom!

The lazy Aura on The Cripple vanished at this moment. In its place was an earth-shattering killing intent.

He no longer hid his strength.

The Aura of the True God Realm Peak erupted without reservation, and his Sword Intent soared straight into the clouds.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart.

Kill!

Kill his way out!

Kill his way out with Quan Yun!

He could die, but Quan Yun must live! This child was the hope for the future of his Dao of the sword!

Yao Jinghong looked at The Cripple, whose Aura was fully unleashed, and merely shook his head.

The Divine Might of the Heavenly God Realm pressed down overhead like the sky collapsing.

"It's useless, Li Fentian."

"My attainment in the Dao of the sword may be a notch lower than yours, but I am, after all, a Heavenly God."

"And you are merely a True God…"

Before he finished speaking, he had already made his move.

There was no flashy Divine Ability, just a simple point of his finger.

A finger condensed from Heavenly God power and Law tore through the Void Realm and pointed toward the center of The Cripple's brow.

The Cripple roared, and the broken sword in his hand met it.

"Clang!"

The broken sword wailed, The Cripple's entire body shuddered violently, and he was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

The gap was too great.

Even if his Dao of the sword was exquisite, it could not bridge the chasm of this one major Realm.

"Pfft!"

The Cripple crashed heavily to the ground, but without the slightest pause, he rolled over and blocked in front of Quan Yun.

With his back, he desperately protected the youth.

"If you want to kill him, step over my corpse first!" The Cripple roared, his eyes blood-red.

A resolute Concept of living toward death surged madly from his body.

At this moment, his Sword Intent seemed to break free from some kind of restraint and climbed again.

The Bottleneck of his cultivation, which had been stagnant for many years, shattered at the sound.

Half-step Heavenly God Realm!

"Hmm?"

Yao Jinghong's brows furrowed for the first time.

He had not expected Li Fentian to be able to make another Breakthrough in such a desperate situation.

The Cripple felt an unprecedented power within his body and charged up again.

This time, he could finally barely contend with Yao Jinghong's attacks.

Their figures constantly crossed in mid-air, Sword light and Divine Might colliding; every clash caused large swathes of space to collapse.

Just when The Cripple thought he could at least hold off Yao Jinghong and create a sliver of life for Quan Yun.

Yao Jinghong suddenly withdrew and retreated, a hint of impatience appearing on his face.

"What a nuisance."

He sighed and flipped his palm.

An ancient, palm-sized bronze artifact appeared in his hand.

The artifact looked like a small high platform, covered in obscure and difficult-to-understand runes.

The moment he saw that bronze artifact, The Cripple's movements froze.

His pupils shrank to the size of needle points, and his face was filled with disbelief.

How could it be…

How could it be this!

That secret treasure!

The secret treasure he had obtained back then along with that half of the Sword Scripture!

Although incomplete, its power was still terrifying. But later, it had inexplicably gone missing.

If that secret treasure had still been around back then, how could he have ended up in that state!

The Cripple was stunned for a moment, his mind blank.

A thought that he dared not contemplate, yet was incredibly clear, emerged madly.

So it was you!

You were the one who stole my secret treasure!

"Yao! Jing! Hong!"

A roar containing endless hatred and grief was emitted from The Cripple's mouth.

"Are you only just realizing it now?"

A victor's smile appeared on Yao Jinghong's face.

He activated the secret treasure.

Hum!

The bronze platform shone brightly, and an indescribable suppressing force instantly enveloped this world.

The Cripple only felt his own Sword Intent and his own power being forcibly suppressed.

He was no match.

Yao Jinghong did not look at him again.

With the secret treasure's enhancement, Li Fentian had no power left to fight back.

He wanted to first eliminate the greatest variable.

Yao Jinghong raised his hand, and a killing blow, condensed with Heavenly God Divine Might and the power of the secret treasure, struck directly toward Quan Yun, who was locked on by his Aura.

"No!"

The Cripple was grief-stricken and desperate, yet powerless.

Quan Yun stood in place; under that terrifying Divine Might, he could not move and could only watch as that destructive attack rapidly magnified in his pupils.

"Am I going to die?"

"I haven't achieved anything in this life yet…"

Just at this moment.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, that small pagoda, which had been silent and dim, suddenly vibrated slightly.

Hum—

An ancient, vast Aura, as if from before the primordial era, quietly awakened within Quan Yun's body.

…

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the Tiangeng Continent, above the ruins of the Shengling Blessed Land.

That blood-stained middle-aged man had just punched the Sect Master of the Shengling Blessed Land until he exploded.

He was just preparing to set off for his next target.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks abruptly.

He looked up suddenly, his bloodshot eyes gazing in the direction of the Yaoguang Blessed Land.

The indifference and Evil Qi on his face, which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years, were replaced at this moment by an indescribable excitement.

He felt it.

He felt a familiar power that had haunted his dreams and that he had been searching for for countless years!

The middle-aged man's body trembled, his lips quivered, and he muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"It is the Aura of that pagoda!"

"Yun'er…"