"Ethereal Spirit Iron! Innate Ice Soul!" The pale-faced Divine Martial Marquis looked grim.
"To think you actually possess such treasures!"
Innate Ice Soul?
Gu Qingfeng glanced at the Nine Heavens Profound Frost Frozen Spirit Snow Soul Ice Soul Cold Light Pillar in his hand.
So this thing is called the Innate Ice Soul? What a trashy name. The one I came up with—Nine Heavens Profound Frost Frozen Spirit Snow Soul Ice Soul Cold Light Pillar—sounds way better.
Gu Qingfeng had no intention of sticking around any longer and prepared to make his escape.
"Keh keh keh... Weren’t you so strong? What’s the use of strength? What can you do to me, you little punk?"
The Divine Martial Marquis’ fury erupted instantly. "No one dares to act insolent before this Marquis! Today, even if it costs me grievous injuries, I will capture you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, something astonishing happened.
A golden bell materialized around the Divine Martial Marquis’ body, radiating boundless immortal light as it encased him. Then, with a mighty leap, he plunged into the Star River.
Holy shit!
Gu Qingfeng hastily retreated, but his worry quickly faded.
The deeper one ventured into the Star River, the greater the damage inflicted. After entering, the Divine Martial Marquis’ terrifying speed visibly slowed. As he descended further, the golden bell above his head groaned under immense pressure, creaking as if it would shatter any second.
Boom!
The golden bell shattered. The river, shimmering with starlight like a cosmic galaxy, surged toward the Divine Martial Marquis in a mighty torrent.
At this moment, he produced a seven-colored immortal cauldron, enveloping himself. The raging river was momentarily held at bay.
But the cauldron didn’t last long either, soon crumbling to pieces. The Divine Martial Marquis then took out a pearl exuding the aura of the Great Dao.
He was like a walking treasure vault, with an endless supply of priceless artifacts.
Gu Qingfeng’s heart bled at the sight of such waste. Any one of the Divine Martial Marquis’ treasures was likely worth a fortune, yet they were all being obliterated by the Star River.
As the Divine Martial Marquis paved his way with wealth, the distance between them narrowed.
Gu Qingfeng knew he couldn’t delay any longer and prepared to flee at full speed.
He began his escape speech.
"You little punk! This Emperor will remember today’s grudge!"
By now, the Divine Martial Marquis had exhausted all his defensive immortal weapons and was relying on his own formidable power to withstand the Star River. Every moment, he endured the crushing force of countless stars, blood trickling from his lips—yet he stubbornly pursued Gu Qingfeng.
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west—don’t bully the..."
Before Gu Qingfeng could finish, a sudden upheaval occurred!
The Divine Martial Marquis, now submerged ten thousand zhang deep, convulsed as if struck by lightning. The overwhelming stellar force contorted his flesh, splitting it layer by layer.
Just as he was on the verge of annihilation, he roared:
"True Form of the Twin-Eyed Phoenix!"
A resounding cry echoed the next instant.
Golden light erupted from the Divine Martial Marquis’ body as the phantom of a divine bird resembling a phoenix manifested—then solidified into reality.
Once fully materialized, it revealed itself as a golden-feathered bird with dual pupils in each eye.
The legendary divine beast: the Twin-Eyed Phoenix!
Eyes with twin pupils, capable of discerning life and death, judging the underworld, distinguishing good and evil, and comprehending yin and yang.
Gu Qingfeng’s face paled in shock.
Family?!
His frantic paddling stopped abruptly.
His parting threat swiftly changed.
"Audacious fiend! You dare defy this Emperor’s divine majesty?! Today, I shall crush your flesh, shred your soul, and sever your path to reincarnation!!"
With that, Gu Qingfeng turned and charged straight for the Divine Martial Marquis.
The Divine Martial Marquis’ eyes gleamed with delight. Seeing Gu Qingfeng foolishly turning back, he rejoiced—his own endurance was nearly spent.
He accelerated toward Gu Qingfeng.
This was a mutual longing.
Both craved each other’s presence, disregarding distance and peril, determined to meet. Such pure devotion was rare indeed.
But fate is fickle.
Just as they reached out, their hands nearly touching—
Clang!
A sword’s resonance shook heaven and earth.
A boundless, immeasurable sword aura sliced through the void, descending from the skies.
In that instant, the sword’s cry shook the world. Divine radiance erupted, light cascading like a tide, dazzling as dawn.
The sword’s brilliance was overwhelming, slashing toward the Star River.
The Star River blazed with light!
Gu Qingfeng and the Divine Martial Marquis looked up to see a resplendent sword glare, silver radiance flooding the skies like a dancing galaxy.
Both paled—this strike had reached the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Caught in the Star River and weakened, the Divine Martial Marquis dared not face it head-on and hastily retreated.
Gu Qingfeng, unsure whether the swordsman was friend or foe, also held back.
As they retreated, something miraculous happened—the sword’s trajectory shifted, pursuing the Divine Martial Marquis.
Locked onto by the sword’s intent, the Divine Martial Marquis shuddered.
His twin pupils blazed with golden light, like twin suns.
Boom!
The sword’s glare cleaved through the suns, leaving a bone-deep gash on the Divine Martial Marquis.
With a howl, he activated some secret art, his speed skyrocketing as he fled back to shore in the blink of an eye.
There, a black-clad swordsman now stood.
The bloodied Divine Martial Marquis glared coldly at the man, a trace of wariness in his expression.
"Heaven’s Prison Sword Emperor, Yan Jingyun!
"You, the Star Extreme Immortal King’s loyal lapdog—still alive?!"
Yan Jingyun replied indifferently, "I’ll outlive you. Now, two choices: leave or die."
The Divine Martial Marquis’ face twisted as if he’d eaten something vile.
"Bastard! If this Marquis weren’t wounded from the Star River, you wouldn’t dare act so arrogantly!"
Yan Jingyun remained unmoved. "So you’ve chosen the latter."
With a flick of his finger, his sword slid halfway from its sheath, unleashing a silver gleam—sword qi soaring to the heavens!
Sensing the terrifying aura, the Divine Martial Marquis finally yielded. In his current state, he couldn’t fight Yan Jingyun, though escaping was still possible.
That was why Yan Jingyun offered a choice—if he could kill with one strike, there’d be no need for options.
"Fine. This Marquis admits defeat today. But judging by your presence, you’re also after the Star Extreme Immortal King’s kin. Which means one thing—the Star Extreme Immortal King isn’t dead."
Yan Jingyun frowned. "Too much talk. Begone."
The Divine Martial Marquis smirked mysteriously, retreating rapidly, yet his voice thundered across the battlefield:
"That old fool Star Extreme Immortal King’s Dao injuries aren’t so easily healed, are they? His body must be ruined. If I’m not mistaken, you seek this boy so the Star Extreme Immortal King can possess him, no?"
"Silence!" Yan Jingyun roared, slashing out with a blinding sword glare.
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