Chapter 595: Ambush Killing the Divine Raven Master Dinghai Zhenjun

An ancient Heavenly Raven, a crown of golden flame atop its head, commanding heaven and earth, dominating one realm.

At this moment, its wings beat, layer upon layer of space shattering, as it flew toward the distance at extreme speed, holding nothing back, its eyes blood-red, its killing intent ice-cold.

Wherever it passed, the divine souls of ten thousand beasts froze, losing their lives without realizing it, unable to survive beneath the Nascent Soul cultivator's furious killing intent.

Ancestor! Dragon Qi!

This was the faith of the cultivators of the Northern Yuan family, the glory of their lives, one of the few pure lands they had left.

And yet all of this had been defiled by a pack of lowly loose cultivators!

How could this be tolerated?

Space stirred up a storm, wild winds rose on all sides, and the living beings of the eight directions were seized with panic and unease.

Within the Wei family main residence, an honest-looking cultivator opened his eyes, awakening from a long state of standby, concealed his aura, and silently gazed into the distance.

After pondering for a moment, he flew toward the direction of Master Tushan Xiancheng.

The ancient Heavenly Raven transformed into a streak of black light, piercing through space; layer upon layer of space shattered along the way. It flew for an unknown length of time, until it neared the place where General General Heishi's court offered sacrifices to the heavens, then abruptly halted.

The Heavenly Raven's jet-black eyes gently closed, drawing in the surrounding spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, restoring its own magic power.

The frenzy and killing intent in its eyes vanished without a trace in an instant, becoming cold and calm, no longer showing any sign of losing control.

It thought for a moment, its wings swayed, and it sent out several black-feather transmission talismans, each flying toward the four directions.

"Dragon Qi, military formations — nothing more than this."

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun smiled contemptuously: "A mere pack of lowly loose cultivators, plus some side-branch mixed-bloods, dare covet the ancestor's Dragon Qi? They seek their own destruction."

"This is heaven's will, the ancestors' blessing — letting these rebels gather in one place, just right for this old man to slaughter them all at once, and the Black Snow Great Grassland will be free of worry for three hundred years."

At this very moment, he had completely calmed down, his divine sense sweeping inch by inch across his surroundings, checking for any hidden formations or ambushes.

Under a thousand years of battle experience, his shrewdness was at its peak, all of it coming from instinct.

If anyone thought they could profit from a sneak attack at this moment, they would be gravely mistaken.

Crack!

At this moment, from the storage plume beneath his throat came a crisp sound.

"What?"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun froze, an expression of disbelief appearing on his face; the heart he had just calmed down grew restless once more, killing intent and furious alarm rising uncontrollably.

In his divine soul's perception, an important node — the very child he had just placed his greatest hopes in, upon whom he had bestowed numerous treasures for forming a Nascent Soul, the last hope for the General Heishi clan's survival and continuation, the future Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun upon whom countless clansmen placed their expectations.

His soul tablet had suddenly shattered.

Dead.

"Who dares to kill him? I will pursue you to the highest heavens and the deepest yellow springs, and I will…"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun shrieked and roared, piercing through clouds and splitting the sky; violent killing intent instantly filled his heart, murderous aura flooding the heavens.

"Me."

Clang!

A clear, ringing sword-cry sounded at this moment, echoing in all directions, instantly drowning out the Heavenly Raven's savage shriek.

Then, a deep-gold sword body, wrapped entirely in a miniature segmented sword domain, tore through the layers of black raven feathers shrouding the law domain in the blink of an eye, meeting virtually no resistance; after a long buildup, it pierced the void and arrived in an instant.

This sword-light's speed reached a terrifying degree, even exceeding the limit of an early Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense, losing all trace of itself, impossible to sense in the slightest; one only felt that above and below the heavens, everywhere was murderous intent, bone-chillingly cold.

"Who is here!"

The fury in Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun's heart instantly emptied, his divine soul instinctively trembling.

Screech!

He let out a sharp cry, and within his law domain spanning several dozen kilometers, endless black feathers surged madly toward the center, coiling around his body in layer upon layer of clusters to shield him densely; these feathers were as hard as divine iron and infused with hazy spatial laws—rendering him virtually invulnerable to all laws, so that even ten thousand times more Golden Core-stage attacks would prove useless.

This technique was called the Black Feather Heavenly God Armor.

It was a supreme technique passed down for ten thousand years in the General Heishi clan, fusing treasure and spell into one; it had once earned the praise of that invincible ancestor from ten thousand years ago, and over the years had rarely suffered defeat among those of the same realm, firmly controlling the Black Snow Great Grassland, making it impossible for other families and Dari Sect cultivators to encroach upon even the slightest bit.

Even if, in his haste, his heart was in turmoil and his magic power could not be fully mobilized, an early Nascent Soul cultivator would still have no hope of breaking through it within several moves.

Countless thoughts and ideas had just arisen, when the blue-gold flying sword had already descended.

Sizzle…

The sword edge touched the Black Feather Heavenly God Armor, and only the sound of a hot blade cutting through feathers was heard; beneath the blue-gold flying sword and the miniature Destruction sword domain, layer upon layer of black feathers were torn apart and shattered.

It could not be stopped!

What was torn apart was not only the spiritual light of the black-feather technique and the Nascent Soul treasure Black Feather Armor — even the divine thought and divine sense above it shattered beneath the sword edge, his divine soul racked with agony, losing all perception of the area around the blade.

"What flying sword is this?!"

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun was terrified.

Boom!

Before the sword edge, violent explosions thundered, space shattered, and a spatial black hole several dozen zhang in size appeared, madly devouring the surrounding clouds, the earth, living beings — any object that so much as grazed its edge would be sucked in, leaving no bones behind.

Beside the spatial black hole, an old man with a hawkish nose in a tattered Daoist robe vomited blood and retreated violently, feathers flying in all directions, a wound deep enough to expose bone appearing on his chest.

Streaks of Destruction sword Qi clung to him like an ulcer on the bone, madly destroying and ravaging the surrounding flesh and meridians, causing his aura to plummet.

Beneath his tattered Daoist robe, what he wore on his body was a feathered armor forged from countless black feathers, and on every single feather one could faintly see the agonized, wailing faces of countless second- and third-tier living beings.

Endless venomous resentment and baleful aura surged skyward, making one's hair stand on end.

At this moment, this immensely powerful demonic Nascent Soul treasure had been split open by a single sword right through its center, the front armor nearly cleaved in two.

Master Dinghai Master Dinghai Zhenjun paid no heed whatsoever to his wounds, staring fixedly ahead.

"Fellow Daoist Shenyao."

"It has been long — have you been well?"

In the hazy sky, a youth in blue robes with an indistinct face revealed his form, his hand resting on the sword hilt, politely offering greetings.

In his voice, there seemed to be much regret.

After planning for so long, a surprise strike.

Still unable to slay a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator, not even shatter his flesh orifice — only inflicting heavy wounds.

In the future, actions against a Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun must be even more cautious.

"Master Tushan!!!"

Zhenjun Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun also saw the one who had ambushed him and roared furiously: "This old man has no grudge with you, at most I merely destroyed one Jin Dan puppet avatar's small city — why did you ambush me?!"

"Could it be that you truly want to fight the Zhengmo Alliance to the death?"

"Or have you gone mad?"

Fury raged in his heart.

This is simply lunacy!

A mere small Jin Dan city, between Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, a few words would clear it up — it simply doesn't count as anything.

To go to life-and-death over this is utterly unreasonable!

"I've gone mad?"

Jiang Dingleng's expression chilled.

"Zhenjun Shen Ya, do you know that city held great commemorative meaning for me? You shattered it, and you're not that much stronger than me, yet you still dare curse me — don't you know this is seeking death?"

"Bullshit!"

"You mongrel bastard!"

Zhenjun Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun simply didn't believe it, furious and exasperated, cursing wildly: "Damned outsider cultivator, you simply set your sights on this old man's Master Tushan Xiancheng, scheming to harm my son in secret, inciting strife between my clan's direct and collateral branches."

"Why bother finding excuses?"

"This old man tells you plainly — the Zhengmo Alliance shares one breath, branches connected, when one side has trouble all sides come to support. An outsider Nascent Soul wanting to seize General General Heishi's foundation is pure wishful thinking, courting death."

"If you withdraw now, I can still let it go!"

"Justice lives in the hearts of the people — your so-called excuses are nothing but wild ravings, not worth mentioning."

Jiang Dingleng snorted coldly, drew his sword, and struck down once more.

Sword intent of Destruction spread in all directions, blue-gold sword qi forming a sea, bearing towering great waves crashing down, shattering layer upon layer of space along the way, sealing off all life.

"A demonic cultivator like you, and you dare speak of morality?"

(End of this chapter)