*Boom!*
Suddenly, a piercing roar echoed from the distant horizon.
A powerful ripple spread out, utterly destroying the surrounding trees.
Looking toward the source, the disciples of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect and Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain displayed contrasting emotions.
Though the distance was great, they could still see clearly.
It was Ouyang Pingzhi battling Song Jinglun.
At that moment, Ouyang Pingzhi was injured, making a final stand.
But everyone could tell his resistance was futile.
It was clear to all that the outcome of this duel was decided.
As Song Jinglun was on the verge of victory, some Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples were so moved that tears streamed down their faces.
They had been tormented by Wang Chen, and even Zhao Zicheng had his cultivation crippled.
Yet, despite this, they hadn’t sought Song Jinglun’s help.
They feared distracting him, worried he might be defeated by Ouyang Pingzhi.
Now, with the victory clear, their chance for revenge had come.
Though bound by an alliance, since Wang Chen of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect had struck first, Song Jinglun could justifiably retaliate.
*Whoosh!*
But at that moment, a figure shot into the air.
It headed straight for the battlefield of Song Jinglun and Ouyang Pingzhi.
“Who’s that bastard? Can’t they wait even a moment?”
Seeing someone move, many Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples gritted their teeth in anger.
They thought a disciple from their sect, unable to hold back, had gone to seek Song Jinglun’s aid.
Though the outcome seemed decided, Ouyang Pingzhi wasn’t fully defeated yet.
They felt it unwise to approach Song Jinglun now.
They’d waited this long; why not wait a bit more?
“That’s…?”
But when they saw the figure clearly, their faces froze in confusion.
To their shock, it wasn’t a Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciple.
It was a disciple of the Wind Thunder Sword Sect.
And not just any disciple—it was Wang Chen.
The very Wang Chen who had tormented them and crippled Zhao Zicheng’s cultivation.
“What’s this guy up to?”
Not only were the Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples baffled, but those from the Wind Thunder Sword Sect were equally puzzled.
Even Ouyang Pingzhi and Song Jinglun, mid-battle, paused.
They sensed an uninvited guest.
Both turned to look in the same direction.
When they saw the figure not far off, their eyes shared the same look.
Surprise.
“Ouyang Pingzhi, is this your backup?”
Song Jinglun let out a mocking laugh.
Already on the brink of defeat, Ouyang Pingzhi’s face grew uglier at the taunt. He shouted at Chu Feng, “What are you doing here?”
But Chu Feng ignored Ouyang Pingzhi, turning to Song Jinglun.
“Look at your junior brothers and sisters. Can you still laugh?”
As he spoke, Chu Feng pointed to where the disciples of both sects stood.
Hearing this, Song Jinglun and Ouyang Pingzhi looked over.
The sight stunned them both.
Though far, with special observation techniques, they saw everything clearly.
They saw the Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples lying in pools of blood.
They even saw Zhao Zicheng clutching his dantian, martial energy visibly leaking out.
His cultivation had been crippled.
Even if repaired after leaving, it would hinder his future prospects.
“Who did this?!”
A furious roar erupted.
It came from Song Jinglun.
He was enraged but didn’t immediately direct his anger at Chu Feng or the Wind Thunder Sword Sect disciples.
In his view, only Ouyang Pingzhi could inflict such damage on his sect’s disciples.
No one else could.
So, he assumed it was a master from one of the other four powers.
“Hand over that glove, or you’ll end up like them.”
Suddenly, Chu Feng’s voice rang out.
His words told Song Jinglun that he was the one responsible.
“What did you say? You’re the one who injured my Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples?”
Though Song Jinglun asked, his tone was filled with doubt. He didn’t quite believe it was this Wind Thunder Sword Sect disciple.
“Senior Brother Song, kill him! He’s the one who injured us and crippled Senior Brother Zhao!”
A thunderous voice came from the Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples’ direction.
It was a special immortal technique, a sonic wave.
Due to its unique nature, despite the distance, the voice reached Song Jinglun clearly.
Hearing this, Ouyang Pingzhi was more shocked than anyone.
Among them was Zhao Zicheng. Could this Wang Chen really have such ability?
“It was you! I’ll make you pay in blood!”
Song Jinglun roared in fury and attacked.
Though unsure how Wang Chen had such means, since he did it, Song Jinglun had to avenge his juniors.
His sword shifted, unleashing a sword qi that shot toward Chu Feng’s dantian.
He aimed to cripple Chu Feng’s cultivation.
This wasn’t ordinary sword qi but a Ninth-Stage Immortal Technique.
Seeing this, even Ouyang Pingzhi’s face changed.
He realised that if Song Jinglun had used this move earlier, he might have already lost.
Holding back.
Song Jinglun had spared him, not wanting to truly harm him.
But now, facing Wang Chen, who had injured the Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples, Song Jinglun showed no mercy. This was a killing move.
The sword qi was razor-sharp, slicing the void in two, leaving shattered space and chaos in its wake.
Its power was evident in its sheer force.
To onlookers, if this hit, it might not just cripple cultivation—it could kill Wang Chen.
*Bang!*
The void shook, and powerful ripples roared through the air.
It hit. Song Jinglun’s Ninth-Stage Immortal Technique struck Chu Feng without fail.
The Nine Stars Heavenly Mountain disciples cheered, venting their anger and joy at Wang Chen’s defeat.
But Song Jinglun, the technique’s caster, frowned, unease spreading in his heart.
As the technique’s master, he knew it well.
The ripples filling the sky didn’t seem like they’d pierced Wang Chen’s body. It felt like something had blocked it.
