Chapter 1077 - 290: Twin Swords Dance Before the White Bone Formation, Two Hearts Linked Atop Kunlun

The gang wind was like a blade, rending Kunlun’s millennia of accumulated snow. All at once a heaven-shaking roar surged out from the depths of the ice abyss, as if some primordial feral beast were breaking free of its Sealing. Thick as pitch, black blood speared up to the skies, condensing into a blood pillar thirty zhang high, scarlet and ink-black interwoven, actually sketching in midair a hideous Demon God’s visage.

Yet under the augmentation of Shi Feiyang’s deep and utterly frigid Bright Jade Technique, the Celestial Frost Blade’s furious roar tore the Demon God asunder in an instant.

As the blood pillar collapsed with a thunderous crash, the falling chunks of flesh and blood wrapped around faces not yet rotted—some glared with round, furious eyes, some shrieked with mouths agape—their keening cries drilled straight into the soul. The onlookers’ ears and noses instantly seeped fresh blood, even the snow peaks in the distance shook loose millennial frost and snow; between heaven and earth, a pall of killing chill.

The firmament was in a heartbeat dyed a bizarre purplish crimson, clouds surging like boiling waves. A mad wind, laden with a cloying reek of blood, slammed forward, scouring the face as though ground by sand and grit. Around the White Bone Sect Leader blood mist surged, his black robe snapping and fluttering; in his hand the White Bone Saber breathed out ghostly blue flames, the blade’s hundreds of carved human faces all at once weeping with infant-like sobs, their resonance echoing through the gorge in a bone-chilling chorus.

All around, ancient pines under the erosion of the blood mist split in their bark, oozing black ichor; their branches twisted into shapes like withered bones, as though wailing for this cataclysm. A once-clear stream in an instant turned to poisonous slurry, bubbling and burbling; weeds along the bank withered and charred at a speed the naked eye could see, and the air was laden with a nauseating stench of rot.

"Profound Ice Dragon Lock Array!" Kunlun’s four Elders bellowed in unison, their Cyan Bamboo Staffs thudding heavily upon the ground. Four ice dragons wreathed in the chill of Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice burst from the earth. Their bodies coiled with ghostly blue cold radiance, and wherever they passed, the very air congealed into frost, the ground splitting into cobwebbed patterns of icy veins.

The ice dragons bared claws and fangs as they lunged for the Sect Leader, their dragon roars resounding to the clouds. But the White Bone Sect Leader only cackled eerily; the fingers thrust out from beneath his black robe were jointed and twisted like serpents, the grinding of his knuckles issuing a tooth-aching rasp. "Ants shaking a great tree, and you deem yourselves fit to hinder me?"

The White Bone Saber carved out a bizarre spiraling arc, and wherever its blade light passed, space itself rippled like disturbed water.

The ice dragons instantly shattered into tens of thousands of ice spikes, which reversed course and shot toward the four Elders.

The Elders had no time to dodge; their skin felt as if torn by invisible claws, chunks of flesh ripped away, exposing forest-white bones that swayed in the cold wind.

Before they could topple, they had already crumbled into rustling white bones. The juice spattering from their broken Cyan Bamboo Staffs hit the ground and transformed at once into poisonous smoke; as it coiled upward, it gathered in midair into a skull-shaped cloud.

Shi Feiyang stared at the Elders turned to bone, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. Ice-blue True Qi suddenly erupted around him, forming a vast vortex. He unleashed the "Deep Concealment of Body and Name" Mysterious Lightness Technique, streaking out like a hunting eagle, the billow of his robes kicking up a shrill tearing of the air. "Kunlun’s thousand-year repute of pure honor—how could it be sullied by the likes of you? Today, with this vast and righteous Qi, I shall sweep clean all fiends and phantoms under heaven!" Inwardly he pondered: This wretch’s Cultivation Technique is strange and sinister; only by first breaking his momentum can I seek a chance to take his life.

The White Bone Sect Leader leered and swung his saber; the ghostly blue flames breathing from its edge congealed into three white-boned hellhounds. The venom dripping from their fangs corroded the ground as he cursed, "Stinking brat still wet behind the ears, and you dare bluster so brazenly? Once I drain your blood dry, I’ll refine it as nourishment for this White Bone Saber!"

Shi Feiyang’s heart trembled; he knew full well that the opponent’s saber art was vicious and venomous, and that he must respond with utmost caution.

He lightly tapped off the tips of his toes, borrowing the force of the hellhounds’ lunging bites to flip through the air. His left palm rapidly formed seals before his chest; with a thunderous shout of "Take this!" his left palm unleashed the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique. In a flash, nine ice dragons sprang from his palm, their bodies coiled in biting cold; wherever they passed, the air snapped and crackled as it froze. The ice dragons and the hellhounds collided with a deafening crash, ice shards and bone fragments whirling in all directions. The ground around them suddenly caved in, forming a vast pit whose walls bristled with jagged ice spikes and bone spurs.

Shi Feiyang calculated inwardly: Though his saber art is ruthless, each strike consumes a vast amount of Inner Strength. So long as I can find a flaw, I can end him with a single blow.

He stirred the Bright Jade Technique’s "Supreme Forgetting Emotions Ice Soul Cold Prison"; the vortex of True Qi around him grew ever more violent, its rim congealing into countless densely packed icicles that shone with a ghostly blue luster of death.

Seeing this, a flicker of panic flashed through the White Bone Sect Leader’s heart, yet he still forced himself to roar, "Paltry tricks of carving insects—behold my Nine Forms of White Bone Soul-Eating!" Nine white-bone phantoms, fanged and clawed, pounced toward him. Shi Feiyang instead advanced rather than retreating, his mind already resolved: "Just as I desired!"

His form spun sharply, transforming into an ice-blue whirlwind; the vortex of True Qi became a colossal tornado that swallowed all the white-bone phantoms within. The phantoms shrieked with wretched screams, dissolving into black mists that were drawn in and absorbed, only making Shi Feiyang’s True Qi all the more mighty.

The two exchanged blow for blow in a furious clash. Every technique Shi Feiyang executed carried his unwavering resolve to guard the Jianghu; and every counterstrike of the Sect Leader was steeped in rabid greed for power and mad frenzy. Under the impact of their vast Qi Force, the surroundings constantly collapsed and warped; the entire Kunlun Mountain Range shuddered in this vicious battle.

In the midst of the fierce fight, the White Bone Sect Leader grinned savagely as he brandished the White Bone Saber. The blade traced a bizarre S-shaped trajectory, ghostly blue flames condensing along its edge into three white-boned hellhounds. In an instant, the surface of the surrounding rock was webbed with cracks, oozing foul, viscous slime.

Shi Feiyang lightly tapped his toes, borrowing the momentum of the hellhounds’ lunging bites to twist through the air. His left palm rapidly formed seals before his chest; nine ice dragons leapt from his palm and slammed into the hellhounds. Ice shards and bone splinters flew in all directions; within ten zhang of them the ground suddenly collapsed, forming a massive pit whose walls were bristling with razor-sharp ice spikes and bone spurs.

At the instant palm and blade met, the Qi wave that exploded forth was like mountains collapsing and seas overturning, shearing away half the flank of the mountain.

The flying rubble, mingled with rotten flesh, turned in midair into a scarlet rain of blood.