Chapter 2220 - 2209: Northern Demon Ancestor

With a light smile on his face, Lin Zifeng dodged around inside the tower. Even though he couldn’t unleash any Battle Skills, his speed was completely unaffected. Right now, all those various rays of light that seemed slow as snails in his eyes—how could they possibly touch the hem of his clothes?

While dodging, Lin Zifeng was secretly observing. Sure enough, just as he expected, that Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm he had just landed had hit—on the faces of the eighteen clan girls there was more or less a hint of pain; their attacks were a few degrees weaker than before, and even the eerie crimson in their twin pupils had dimmed somewhat!

After a few evasive steps, Lin Zifeng’s eyes lit up. He suddenly stamped his foot, and one foot came down squarely on the Red Sword.

As expected, when the eighteen clan girls saw this, they all stopped attacking, though the hatred in their eyes grew even more intense. But Lin Zifeng was utterly unafraid, looking down at the eighteen clan girls with a light smile. He didn’t believe they still dared use Elemental Power to strike him!

What Lin Zifeng hadn’t expected was that before he could keep smiling for long, an imperious, furious roar came from beneath his foot, making his body stagger violently: "Hmph, a bunch of useless trash—can’t even kill a mere Saint Realm brat. Of what use are you to this old man!"

Before the words finished, the Red Sword embedded in the ground suddenly surged with a dark red wave of energy that blasted out in all directions!

"Careful!"

Even without Mu Ruoyun’s warning, Lin Zifeng already sensed something was wrong. His figure flickered and he leaped up sharply. While he was still midair, he saw the eighteen clan girls swept up by the energy wave, sent flying backward. After crashing to the ground, they all bowed their heads and knelt there, faces full of submission.

"Wong..."

Just as he landed, Lin Zifeng felt a gust of force wind, thick with the stench of blood, whipping toward him. Not daring to hesitate, his figure flashed and he dropped down beside the Primordial Battle Banner.

Steadying himself, Lin Zifeng saw that the Red Sword that had previously been stuck in the ground was now floating in midair, its blood-red blade point aimed directly at him!

For a moment, man and sword faced off in a stalemate. Lin Zifeng’s expression was calm, but inside he was already urgently asking, "Ruoyun, what’s going on, why is the Space Gravity not working at all?"

Mu Ruoyun’s tone carried the same hint of shock as she hurriedly said, "This girl doesn’t know either. The only explanation is that the Realm difference between you and this sword is far too great!"

Far too great! Hearing this, Lin Zifeng’s bewilderment deepened on his face. This mere sword—though called a Demon Device—was actually in a Realm higher than his own Saint Realm!

"What’s the origin of this sword? How can it be this formidable?" Still in shock, Lin Zifeng couldn’t help asking.

After a long silence, Mu Ruoyun finally spoke slowly: "No idea. But this girl can be sure: this sword is absolutely not simple, and furthermore..."

"Furthermore what? Hurry and say it!" Lin Zifeng heard Mu Ruoyun trail off and pressed her urgently, but Mu Ruoyun only told him to be careful, then said no more.

Eyes narrowing, Lin Zifeng looked up at the longsword hovering above his head. Seeing it motionless, he calmly raised his hand and wiped away the faint blood mark the Sword Qi had just carved into the sharply contoured lines of his face.

After a long standoff, just as Lin Zifeng’s right hand, hidden behind his back, had quietly gathered Elemental Power, that imperious voice sounded in his ear again: "Boy, tell me, what are you really? Why have you barged into the Human Sacrifice Tower! The rules set by this old man—do you dare defy them?"

This old man...

Lin Zifeng murmured a few words under his breath, then suddenly lifted his head, eyes full of shock.

This longsword... was actually calling itself "this old man." Could it be that this was where the soul of the Beiyao Ancient Clan’s patriarch resided?

Dongfang Ziyue had once told him that the function of the Human Sacrifice Tower was to use the clan girls of successive generations to resurrect the original deceased patriarch of the Beiyao Ancient Clan. Stringing all the clues together, Lin Zifeng guessed that even if this longsword was not the very place where the patriarch’s soul lay, it was definitely closely tied to him!

"You don’t need to know who I am. You only need to remember that the one who’s going to tear down your Human Sacrifice Tower is me!"

Lin Zifeng didn’t want to waste words with him. He shouted explosively, and a strand of Elemental Power surged into his hand, slowly condensing into the shape of a longsword.

Condensing a sword from Elemental Power was also part of the Beast God Battle Technique Mu Ruoyun had transmitted to Lin Zifeng, called "Divine Essence Soldiers." As long as he mobilized Elemental Power, he could condense it into all kinds of weapons for his use.

"Tseng!"

He slashed through the Void, the Golden Longsword held across his chest. Lin Zifeng’s expression was grave, his legs slightly bent to guard against a sudden explosive strike from the Red Sword.

But unexpectedly, the longsword floating in the air actually let out a playful chuckle, its tone tinged with teasing: "Hmph, if this old man hasn’t guessed wrong, you’re trying to destroy this Human Sacrifice Tower for the sake of that little girl below, aren’t you?"

Even though his motive was guessed, Lin Zifeng’s expression didn’t change. Seeing this, the Red Sword teased again: "Don’t say this old man has no pity for you. As long as you leave this Human Sacrifice Tower now, and agree never to meddle in the sacrifice matters again, this old man can let bygones be bygones. How about it?"

That lofty, condescending tone filled Lin Zifeng with disgust. His brows furrowed and his figure suddenly burst forward, leaving a streak of golden afterimage as he thrust straight at the Red Sword!

"Noisy! I’m taking this Human Sacrifice Tower apart today no matter what!"

With a thunderous shout, Lin Zifeng’s speed reached its peak. The golden Light Sword in his hand tore through the air with a howling sonic boom, aiming to shatter the Red Sword into dust!

"Clang!"

With a crisp ring of steel, Lin Zifeng landed, staring in shock at the Golden Longsword in his hand that had turned into countless motes of light.

In terms of the richness of Elemental Power, Lin Zifeng believed even a Saint Realm peak expert was no stronger than he was. And the Golden Longsword formed by Divine Essence Soldiers, while not as powerful as a Spiritual Artifact, definitely counted as a Divine Weapon—how could it... be smashed to pieces in a single exchange?

Looking at the slow seep of blood from his tiger’s mouth, Lin Zifeng felt no fear. Instead, the long-dormant battle lust in his heart was stirred awake!

"Tseng..."

A flash of Golden Light surged in Lin Zifeng’s hand, and a Long Spear of pure gold dropped into his grip. In midair, the spear tip trembled, drawing nearly a hundred afterimages; his offensive, compared to before, was even more ferocious by several degrees!

"Jiang jiang jiang..."

In just an Instant, Lin Zifeng and the Red Sword had clashed dozens of times. Man and sword were evenly matched, with no clear advantage for either side.

As the number of exchanges grew, beads of cold sweat slowly formed on Lin Zifeng’s brow. Several times already, if Mu Ruoyun hadn’t enhanced his vision, he would never have been able to track the Red Sword’s bizarre arcs.

Yet even so, the robe over Lin Zifeng’s lower abdomen had already been sliced open by the Red Sword, leaving a bloody mark, the flowing blood dyeing the robe a dark red. And the tiger’s mouth of Lin Zifeng’s right hand, after nearly a thousand clashes, was already bloody and ghastly.

Finally, after another crisp crack, the fifth Golden Long Spear Lin Zifeng had condensed was swept aside by a single horizontal strike from the Red Sword and shattered into fragments. Without the Heavenly Painting Halberd, it really didn’t work.

If he had that Slaughter Holy Artifact, the Heavenly Painting Halberd, in hand, even this damned Red Sword in front of him likely wouldn’t be able to crush his weapon in the very first instant. The hatred lay in the fact that the Heavenly Painting Halberd was lost in the Mortal World. You have to know, wielding a Slaughter Holy Artifact is equivalent to multiplying your own strength many times over.