Spirit Vessel

Chapter 1197: Fighting A Pseudo Saint

Everyone had ancestors. Respecting the ancestors was a way to show respect and appreciation for their own lives.

Feiyun told Yiyi everything regarding Di Zhong. She was qualified to know so he didn’t hide anything.

“I controlled the senior back in Aquamoon Paradise out of necessity. I meant no respect, I hope you understand.” He said.

She stood up and said sincerely: “You cultivate the Grand Puppet Art and have a saint inner core, the ancestor can be considered half of a master to you, and you used him to fight for the sake of the human race. I’m sure if his intent is around, he has nothing but appreciation for what you did. But as for bringing him home, that is still your mission.”

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Because the conference still needs him and your ability. I will take you to my clan afterward.” She said.

He nodded and attempted to close the lid. However, he suddenly felt something - a chill coursing down his spine.

He grabbed Yiyi’s neck and tossed her into the stone coffin.

“Feiyun! You!” Yiyi was furious and wanted to perform a sword madura.

He jumped into the coffin and grabbed her tightly from behind.

This infuriated her and the sword on her back started shaking violently.

“Bam!” A monstrous force struck his back first before hitting her as well.

She vomited blood as if she had just been hit by a lightning bolt. Both were pushed deeper into the coffin.

The space within was massive and had chains everywhere.

“Bam! Bam!” The two smashed into the chains, breaking several hundreds during their involuntary descent.

Feiyun’s back was pulverized; his spine nearly broke down.

“Hmph, how suicidal, this coffin will be your resting place then.” A black figure leaped into the coffin like a ghost, darting from one chain to another.

Feiyun and Yiyi finally stopped on one of the chains. She wasn’t grievously wounded since he had taken the brunt of the blow.

He had noticed the ambusher earlier and could have escaped with Swift Samsara. Alas, Yiyi would have been killed so he chose to run into the coffin with her.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said: “Not daring to show your face, I already know who you are, Fourth City Lord.”

“Impressive, young one.” The figure sneered and removed his disguise. Sure enough, he was the fourth lord of Chaos City.

“Why are you trying to kill us?” Yiyi asked.

He posed with both hands behind his back as if he was in complete control of the situation: “My target is only Feng Feiyun, you’re not worth my time yet but since you know that it’s me, you have to die as well.”

“If I am in danger, the deity will know. She can kill you from a billion miles away.” Yiyi said.

“Your deity is fighting with someone else right now and has no time to worry about you.” He snorted.

“Saintess, no need to waste words with him, he’s a hidden invader from another realm, it’ll be a fight to the death.” Feiyun said.

“You do know too much!” He glared at Feiyun and gathered energy.

He became engulfed in flames as he raised one finger for an attack. Time and space froze around Feiyun, rendering it impossible to dodge.

His understanding of the saint path far exceeded Feiyun’s.

“A pseudo-saint.” Fortunately, Feiyun had already held the Regal Sacred Jade and added saint energy to it.

It became resplendent like the moon and dispelled the finger strike.

“An incomplete saint artifact.” The city lord summoned a circular seal containing two polarizing forces.

“Chaos Strike!” Space shattered as numerous hands appeared out of nowhere, wanting to grab the jade.

“Whoosh!” Yiyi formed a mudra and her sword aimed for the opponent’s forehead with meteoric speed.

This forced him to command the hands to pull back and nullify the attack, grabbing the sword and swinging it at Yiyi.

Yiyi remained calm and performed her Earth’s End step to dodge. She summoned her ruler and unleashed a white river of energy.

At the same time, Feiyun used the jade like a mirror and released a beam of light. The two of them remained cautious, not wanting their weapon to be stolen.

The city lord created a trigram seal with his sword, easily stopping their attacks.

The two became alarmed at the power of a pseudo-saint who nullified their full-force offense.

In reality, they had no idea that the city lord was shocked as well because the juniors managed to stop him. Fortunately, they trapped themselves in this coffin or he would have a hard time keeping them from escaping.

“Support me.” Feiyun used Swift Samsara to teleport above the opponent, delivering a gigantic Buddhist palm.

Using weapons seemed unwise against Chaos Strike so he preferred to use his ace card - his incredible physique.

“You fool!” The city lord crushed Yiyi’s sword into pieces and sent the fragments in Feiyun’s direction.

Feiyun didn’t stop despite having more than ten wounds from the sharp rain.

The lord created a sun and moon in each hand, raising them to stop Feiyun’s strike. However, Cosmic Seal’s power exceeded his expectations.

It destroyed his defense and sent him flying through a dozen of chains.

What the hell?! He felt his hands going numb - that power was incredible and even surpassed his own.

He had no choice but to take this junior seriously.

Feiyun didn’t give him the chance to breathe and summoned his Myriad Beast Physique. His next punch was ten thousand times stronger than normal, crushing all the chains nearby and leaving a deep gash on the opponent’s arm.

“Cosmic Seal!”

“Myriad Beast Assault!”

“Cosmic Seal!”

He unleashed a flurry with all of his might, forcing the city lord back repeatedly.

The latter’s arms were bloodied; his face twisted with anger. He opened his mouth and spat out a stone the size of a fingernail.

Despite its size, it had numerous runic lines with a devastating power. It couldn’t be stopped and pierced Feiyun’s chest, leaving a hole behind.

The wound withered and became dark, engulfed with death energy. This injury was more serious than dismemberment.

Feiyun’s dao dispersed gradually; his life force was being drained. This was akin to a verdant tree being lit on fire.

The stone returned to the city lord’s palm; its death energy formed a gray skull.

“A tiny stone from World Destruction Tablet. Small, yes, but fatal. Feng Feiyun, your life force and dao laws are finished. Be proud of yourself for forcing me to use this.” The lord watched emotionlessly as the destructive stone was devouring Feiyun.