Chapter 1363: Disciples of the Sacred Land! Huandie, Chixiao!

Chapter 1363: Chapter 1360: Disciples of the Sacred Land! Huandie, Chixiao!

This is…

Luo Feng’s expression was unprecedentedly grave; the two auras enveloping him were extremely powerful, not below that of the Blood Shadow Demon General, and their speed was unbelievably fast. There was no way to avoid them now.

“Dare to hurt my little sister, seeking death!”

Just as Luo Feng was about to alert Su Zhuyun and the others, suddenly an angry roar came from the sky.

Crackle, crackle…

In the night sky several miles away, dense electrical snakes swam through the void, sparkling brightly. At the center of the electric snakes stood a figure, and with a wave of his hand, all the electric snakes gathered into his right hand and then fiercely smashed downward.

Zzzzzzzzz…

The lightning transformed into a saber light in mid-air, sweeping across a kilometer, slicing towards Luo Feng with immense speed, reaching him in an instant, not giving him time to warn Su Zhuyun and others.

“A great ability of the Yuan Sea Realm!”

Facing the lightning saber light, Luo Feng’s hairs stood on end; an unprecedented sense of danger rose from the depths of his heart. Without any hesitation, he immediately operated his True Yuan to the extreme.

Ang…

A series of dragon roars resounded in the void; a phantom dragon shadow appeared behind Luo Feng, and he drew his blade to strike.

“Summer Thunder Falling from the Sky Saber!”

Boom!

Thunder exploded; a snow-white saber light slashed out furiously, the fierce blade pressure causing the whole forest to whip up a wild wind.

Boom!

The two saber lights collided; Luo Feng only felt an incomparably violent force surge from the blade edge, his arms were pierced with pain, forced backward by the lightning saber light, on the verge of falling into the lake.

“Step of Sky-Burning Monarch!”

With a flash of his eyes, Luo Feng took a fierce step with his right foot on the ground, and with a boom, the earth trembled, and a golden pillar of fire shot skyward, crashing into the lightning saber light, causing both to explode.

“Luo Feng!”

Yue Haitang exclaimed in surprise; her figure flashed, holding Luo Feng, and looked up at the night sky with sharp eyes.

Su Zhuyun also stood up, gazing in the same direction, her Daimei slightly furrowed: “Desireless Yin Thunder Slash, Free and Unfettered Sect disciple!”

“Hmm, you actually blocked my Desireless Yin Thunder Slash.”

A voice of surprise came from the night sky, followed by raging wind, as a figure pierced through the air, appearing in the middle of the open space.

A youth of about twenty-one or twenty-two, dressed in a robe with blue clouds and purple edges, with a tall and slender stature, eyebrows flying into the temples, eyes like bright stars, and a hidden sharpness that should not be underestimated; it was the very person who attacked just now.

As the youth appeared silently, a graceful figure landed beside him.

The woman was clad in black gauze, her appearance unseen; the faint moonlight shining on the black gauze was slightly distorted like ripples, as if there was an invisible force field around her, even the moonlight couldn’t penetrate, mysterious and unfathomable.

“Who are you?”

Luo Feng exhaled a turbid breath and asked.

The youth took a glance at Luo Feng, his eyes flashing with unusual light.

The Desireless Yin Thunder Slash he performed just now, although it was only two-thirds of its attack power, was enough to kill any mid-stage True Yuan Realm martial artist. This boy before him was only at the mid-stage of True Yuan Realm’s fifth level, yet he blocked this strike; moreover, the youthfulness of his age was astonishing.

“You don’t need to know my identity.”

Glancing at Chi Wei, who was tearful like pear-blossoms after rain, the youth spread his five fingers, and electrical snakes swam between them. Everyone present felt the powerful electric current, their skin faintly tingling.

Clang!

Su Zhuyun’s eyes chilled, drawing her sword.

The black-clad woman beside the youth cast a glance at Su Zhuyun’s Silver Ling Sword, slightly raising her Daimei.

“Your Highness, please hold your hand.”

At this moment, Qiu Yue stepped forward, blocking in front of the youth.

Chi Wei came to her senses; seeing the youth, her eyes slightly brightened: “Brother!”

Your Highness, brother…

Luo Feng was stunned; Chi Wei’s brother was none other than a prince of the Dali Dynasty.

“Little sister.”

The youth’s gaze fell on Chi Wei; in his sharp eyes, a trace of tenderness appeared. Seeing her tear-stained face and dusty, disheveled appearance, his face instantly cooled down as he looked towards Luo Feng, saying coldly: “Little sister, move aside. This guy dares to offend you; today I will obliterate him!”

As he spoke, the youth stepped forward, his body suspended in mid-air, a trace of purple thunderbolt growing around him, his aura unprecedentedly powerful.

Chi Wei was slightly startled; her figure appeared in mid-air, stopping the youth; she glanced at Luo Feng and gently pursed her red lips, shaking her head: “Brother, you… you misunderstood. He did not offend me; he saved us.”

“Hmm?”

The purple thunderbolt retracted; the youth looked at Chi Wei doubtfully: “I came because I saw the Blazing Fire Bomb; what exactly happened?”

“Your Highness, it’s the Blood Demon Sect people.”

Qiu Yue approached respectfully and said to the youth: “We were attacked by the Corpse Ghost Taoist from the Blood Demon Sect and the Blood Shadow Demon General.”

“Corpse Ghost Taoist, Blood Shadow Demon General!”

The youth’s brows furrowed.

“Chixiao, look around.”

A voice as ethereal as smoke clouds sounded; it was the black-clad woman speaking.

Chixiao glanced around, seeing the scattered blood corpse bodies in the clearing and Elder Yun among the injured ones; his face grew darker as he glared at Qiu Yue: “Tell me everything in detail.”

“Yes.”

Qiu Yue nodded, recounting everything from their departure from Flame Gold City, encountering the Corpse Ghost Taoist and Blood Shadow Demon General, up to the present moment.

Bam!

After listening to Qiu Yue’s words, Chixiao’s gaze glared, a palm slicing out.

Slash!

A saber light of thunderbolt appeared out of nowhere, dividing the entire lake into two. When the water surface merged again, a hundred-meter-high water curtain suddenly rose, the sound earth-shattering.

Luo Feng felt a slight disturbance in his heart; the power of the other party’s casual strike was already comparable to the Blood Shadow Demon General! The prince of the Dali Dynasty possessed such strength.

“As a Yuan Sea Realm martial artist, the Blood Shadow Demon General dares to come here and even dares to attack my imperial sister; very good! Very good!” Chixiao’s anger surged, his veins pulsing upon his face.

“Chixiao, I will go…” the black-clad woman’s calm voice sounded again.

“Alright, Huandie, I’ll trouble you. Once you find the Blood Shadow Demon General, don’t kill him immediately; bring him back,” Chixiao said to the woman in black.

The black-clad woman nodded; without any visible action, her figure started to distort, and with a rustling sound, she suddenly turned into countless black butterflies, scattering in all directions.

“Gone!”

Luo Feng looked surprised; with his soul power, he couldn’t sense how the black-clad woman left — this was the first time.

“She is from the Illusion Sect of the three major sects and six gates in the Sacred Grounds; the illusion techniques of the Illusion Sect are unfathomable, the most mysterious force within the Sacred Grounds,” Su Zhuyun explained to Luo Feng, expressing admiration for the black-clad woman.

“Hehe, speaking of the most mysterious force, how can the Illusion Sect compare to your Sword Tomb?”

Laughter rang out; Chixiao approached, suddenly looking at Luo Feng, clasping his hands: “I am Chixiao, a disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect, brother of Chi Wei. Luo Feng, regarding just now, I was quite disrespectful.”