Chapter 1338

And that light pillar had just pierced through, its temperature enough to kill a high-ranking Battle Saint's ten-thousand-zhang fire cauldron.

The blue ice actually began spreading rapidly from the hole pierced by that light pillar.

Indeed, Lin Feng's golden flame, which had fused over twenty Strange Fires, had not the slightest bit of resistance before that blue ice, and was directly frozen solid by the blue ice!

And the spreading speed of that blue ice was extremely fast; in an instant, the huge fire cauldron was directly frozen solid by an ice layer several zhang thick!

"Boom."

Immediately after, this ten-thousand-zhang-tall fire cauldron exploded with a boom, shattering into countless tiny ice chips that clattered straight down.

"Is that the Spirit Sect Patriarch who made a move?"

Seeing that light pillar, which almost effortlessly shattered his own Supreme Mystery Fire-Control Formation, Lin Feng frowned and had a suspicion.

After all, aside from that mysterious Spirit Sect Patriarch, no one on this continent should be capable of such a feat.

With just a single attack, he easily destroyed my grand formation.

However, seeing Han Yu clinging to life with just a breath left, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Lin Feng's mind.

"Cry!"

The next moment, a celestial phoenix illusion a hundred zhang in size swiftly appeared behind him, then turned into a streak of astonishingly fast flowing light, rushing toward the heavily injured and dying Han Yu far away.

At the same time, Lin Feng likewise shook the white wings on his back, pushing the Heaven-rank top-tier body technique Phoenix Roaming Nine Heavens to its limit and shooting forward at full speed.

Then, after flying to that distance, he suddenly turned and charged straight at Han Yu from another direction.

"Hmph, trying petty tricks under our sect is useless."

It seemed he sensed that Lin Feng wanted to use a multi-pronged attack to exhaust his clones and kill his subordinates, and from the void on the distant ascension platform came an indiscernible cold snort.

"Boom! Boom!"

Immediately after, two ice-blue light pillars shot out from that void again, one aimed at Lin Feng and the other at the phoenix illusion.

And those light pillars were extremely fast—even Lin Feng flying at full speed could only reach half their speed.

In the blink of an eye, the light pillar slammed hard into the phoenix illusion.

"Crack!"

Upon impact, the phoenix illusion didn't even make a sound, just like the fire cauldron before, it crackled and turned into blue ice.

Then, under the continued impact of the light pillar, the ice-formed phoenix illusion instantly shattered into countless tiny ice chunks, which rapidly fell from the sky to the ground below.

At the same time, alarm bells rang again in Lin Feng's mind as he flew at full speed.

And upon noticing the blue light pillar shooting toward him from his side, he quickly gave up on continuing to rush toward Han Yu.

While casually sending out a Yellow Spring Palm at his opponent, he also hastily made a turn of over a hundred degrees, flying diagonally downward from his original direction to evade the light pillar's attack.

"Whoosh!"

As expected, just after he left that spot, an ice-blue light pillar followed closely, blasting through the space along the way and shooting straight toward the distant ground, kicking up countless dust and gravel.

As for Han Yu, seeing this great escape opportunity, he immediately threw out an extremely faint gray light point without worrying whether his wounds would worsen.

In terms of size, that light point is probably less than a nanometer.

If it weren't for Lin Feng's formidable strength and soul, he probably wouldn't even have noticed its existence.

At the same time, Han Yu, who had thrown out the gray light point, hurriedly ran full speed toward their base without looking back.

And Qiu Yue, seeing this from afar, immediately disregarded the excruciating pain in his palm and the deathly force rampaging inside his body, flying over to meet the former.

As for that tiny gray speck of light, after being thrown out, it instantly rushed toward Lin Feng's Yellow Spring Palm.

Immediately afterward, its size suddenly swelled, transforming into a gray flying insect a thousand zhang tall, somewhat resembling a mosquito.

As soon as that flying insect appeared, its mouthparts twitched slightly, and it then spat out a slender black shadow that flew straight toward the giant yellow energy palm ahead.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the black shadow collided with the Yellow Spring Palm, immediately revealing its true form.

Looking closely, that slender black shadow was actually a long spike.

The tip of that spike emitted a chilling light that made one's heart tremble.

From this, one can see that the spike's sharpness is no trivial matter.

However, after spitting out the spike, the flying insect immediately shrank back to its original size.

Subsequently, vibrating its wings behind it, it silently swooped toward the location of the Soul Communication Sect's main base.

"Boom!"

However, after the flying insect had flown only a short distance, the spike trailing behind it, under the relentless bombardment of Lin Feng's Yellow Spring Palm, finally shattered into countless fragments.

Afterwards, those fragments, carried along by the considerably weakened Yellow Spring Palm, rumbled and struck that gray little insect.

At the very moment that little insect was struck, the severely injured Han Yu was also located less than a hundred li from the Soul Communication Sect's camp.

Because his injuries were too severe, he could no longer hold on; his eyes rolled back and he fainted outright.

Fortunately, Qiu Yue had also just happened to run to this place.

Upon seeing Han Yu faint, he quickly grabbed the falling figure and rushed at full speed toward the Soul Communication Sect's camp.

Meanwhile, as for Lin Feng, who had dodged the attack of the Soul Communication Sect's Patriarch, he naturally was unwilling to let Han Yu off so easily.

Therefore, after seeing that blue light pillar pass, he immediately charged toward Qiu Yue, who was dragging Han Yu away in flight.

However, after flying only a short distance, his complexion suddenly changed.

He then hastily controlled his Strange Fire, condensing layer upon layer of fire curtains on his right side for defense.

"Bang!"

Just as he had created those fire curtains with his Strange Fire, a blue ice sword several zhang in size pierced the outermost fire curtain with a bang.

Immediately afterward, the fire curtain ablaze with raging flames was instantly frozen solid by the blue cold ice into an ice curtain.

Subsequently, the ice curtain shattered with a boom, turning into countless ice shards that, under gravity, fell downward.

As for that ice sword, its attack speed undiminished, it continued to pierce the second fire curtain, then repeating the aforementioned scene.

"Han Yu, consider yourself lucky."

Seeing this, Lin Feng gritted his teeth, could only give up the chase, then withdrew his figure, landing in the sky a thousand zhang away.

Because he could sense that the Tongling Sect Ancestor's strength was at least the half‑Emperor level Imperial Core at this moment.

Facing the opponent one‑on‑one, even if the opponent cannot manifest, the one who suffers the loss is still himself.

After all, in the original work, Old Dragon Emperor, Soul Heaven Emperor, Gu Yuan, and Wu Nie Tun Yan—four Nine Stars Saints—were all crushed outright when confronting that half‑Emperor level Imperial Core.

Alone, even if the opponent is currently restrained, he still cannot surpass that Tongling Sect Ancestor. And if the opponent were unrestricted, he would have vanished long ago; he wouldn't dare stay here.

After all, a half‑Emperor strongman is not someone his early‑stage Nine Stars realm can contend with.

"You little brat on the other side, weren't you being all cocky just now? If you have the guts, keep coming after us!"

Meanwhile, Qiu Yue, after retreating to the Tongling Sect camp in the distance, immediately shouted loudly toward Lin Feng.

In his words, the provocation was unmistakable.

"Tch, two mid‑Nine Stars Saints, faced with a junior who just entered the early‑Nine Stars Saint rank like me, only dare hide like a turtle in their own homes spouting boasts. I don't even know where you got the nerve to say such things."

At the provocation, Lin Feng simply curled his lip, then slapped his own face and replied.

"You— I am a turtle, at least better than you despicable scoundrel. You clearly have already broken through to Nine Stars Saint, yet you still pretended to be a late‑stage Eight Stars, causing us to leave the main camp, which let your little trick catch us!"

Hearing that, the usually taciturn Qiu Yue flushed red with anger, his thick neck bulging with blue veins.

At the same time, his labored breathing and heaving chest made the other Tongling Sect members worry that he might run out of breath and collapse unconscious just like Han Yu.

"Tch, you don't dare come out, only spout boasts inside the camp. What right does someone like you have to speak about me?"

Seeing the former truly terrified, refusing to come out even under threat of death, Lin Feng boredly flicked his hand and prepared to leave.

However, when he saw on the distant ground the corpse of a tiny gray flying insect less than a nanometer in size, his body suddenly halted.

Immediately after, his palm extended in a curve.

At the same time, the tiny insect's figure in the distance was swiftly pulled by a suction force until it hovered above Lin Feng's palm.

"The corpse of an early‑stage Eight Stars insect looks like Han Yu still has a bunch of weird creatures in his hand."

Looking at the little insect, Lin Feng immediately, before the gathered Tongling Sect strongmen, rubbed his chin and muttered to himself thoughtfully.

His demeanor made it clear he paid no heed to the distant Tongling Sect members.

Of course, his oblivious battlefield‑cleaning action also made the distant Tongling Sect members explode in fury.

If it weren't for the last sliver of reason telling them that, even together, they might not match the opponent.

They would have rushed forward recklessly long ago to duel that little brat to the death!

As for Lin Feng, he didn't even glance at those guys.

After securing his sole loot, he turned and left the place.

However, he didn't leave directly as the Tongling Sect members had expected.

Instead, he roamed the surrounding area, unabashedly scavenging all kinds of cultivation resources.

After all, since he was already here, not taking these would only cheapen them for the Tongling Sect.

Moreover, Lin Feng's mother taught him frugality from childhood.

Now, seeing so many good items within reach, with no danger and no charge,

to not take them would be a betrayal of the four characters "frugal household."

"You thief, you son of a bitch, I curse your ancestors!"

"Dog thing, insane!"

"You little thief, put that thing down quickly; it's something I cultivated for my spiritual pet's ascension, you damned wretch, put it down!"

And the distant Tongling Sect members, seeing Lin Feng's "insane" act, each became so enraged they seemed to explode, smoke billowing from their seven orifices.

After all, the items the opponent took around the camp were treasures they had painstakingly cultivated for thousands of years!

Now, under his calamity, they are being uprooted completely.

Their grief and fury can only be imagined.

Although the Gu Nanfang Dalu is rich in cultivation resources, previously the presence of the ancient heavenly demon python and that mysterious great tree—two Nine Stars Peak Saint‑level strongmen—restricted them.

Even they dared not openly wage all‑out war against external demonic beasts or spirit plants, a life‑or‑death clash.

Thus their operational range remained significantly limited, and they were forbidden to tamper with high‑level demonic beasts or spirit plants at will.

Under such circumstances, their ancestors could only begin farming, cultivating the resources needed for themselves and their spiritual pets.

But now, the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that they and their ancestors have painstakingly tended for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, have been ruined by that Xiao Yan; how could they not be angry?

Yet, faced with the Tongling Sect's incessant curses, Lin Feng simply chose to ignore them.

He just silently continued to reap these rare heavenly and earthly treasures, seldom seen in the outside world for hundreds to thousands of years.

As for those Tongling Sect members, hehe, if you have the skill, come out and stop me!

If you lack the skill, then just keep watching the show.

As for Qiu Yue at the front of the Tongling Sect, his lungs were about to explode with anger at this moment.

But helpless, limited by his own weak strength, he dared not rashly step forward to stop that Xiao Yan.

After all, he hadn't forgotten all the past humiliations.

Just now, he and Han Yu together faced the enemy, only to be swiftly defeated.

Now Han Yu is unconscious, and he himself is badly wounded; where could he dare foolishly go out to die?

After all, he's just short‑tempered, but not stupid.

As for pleading to their Ancestor, uh, just now he, in order to save his good buddy, had no choice but to keep pestering his Ancestor, asking the old lady for help to strike back at the enemy.

Now if he dares to pester the old lady again for resources beyond the camp,

Qiu Yue feels his own life is about to end.

And amidst the cursing of those Spirit Communication Sect people, Lin Feng's such looting continued for a full half a day.

After seeing that there was really nothing good around, he then put away the several storage rings that were packed full, and, amidst the endless cursing of the Spirit Communication Sect people, left the place contentedly.

As for the Spirit Communication Sect people and others, they could only watch helplessly as this "Xiao Yan" did as he pleased outside the camp.

Although they had the heart to kill the enemy, they lacked the strength to do so!

Just look, even the second and third figures of their Spirit Communication Sect, Han Yu and Qiu Yue, two nine-star mid-level experts, were beaten by that Xiao Yan until they fled with their heads in their hands?

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There is still another chapter after this. (End of chapter)