Chapter 629: Failed to Escape!

Two silhouettes collided again above the ruins.

Golden Light and white flames intertwined into a raging storm, grinding the remaining walls and floorboards into finer powder.

When Jiang Feng's palm struck, it carried a reckless ferocity, and Law Power poured out!

It forced Dongfang Hongshan to retreat again and again, retreating repeatedly until he barely steadied himself at the edge of the ruins.

Dongfang Hongshan stood there, his chest blood and Qi surging, a thin line of blood trickling slowly from the corner of his mouth, but he raised his hand to wipe it away, not letting Jiang Feng see.

His gaze fixed stubbornly on the young man standing in the Golden Light opposite, and the sense of helplessness in his heart grew denser and deeper, like a well slowly being filled, about to drown his reason.

He had already exhausted all means.

But Jiang Feng was like iron that would never be shattered; Dongfang Hongshan's brows knit tightly, and the breath in his chest was blocked, unable to come in or go out.

He had lived for centuries; what kind of genius hadn't he seen?

But none like Jiang Feng!

Reckless, unyielding, ignorant of the heavens and earth.

He could have simply taken the stairs down, taken his compensation and left, yet he insisted on a life‑or‑death duel!

He felt a bit regretful.

Dongfang Jue certainly had talent and was the most dazzling Heavenly Pride of the Dongfang family in recent years, but in the end, he was not a direct heir of this line.

He was Hongshan Lao Ancestor, with his own descendants and bloodline inheritance.

Today he fought to the death for Dongfang Jue, staking centuries of accumulation for a side‑branch Heavenly Pride.

If he were to be seriously injured by a slight misstep, or even fall here, what would become of his descendants? What of the foundation of his line?

Not worth it.

Far too unworthy.

But the problem is, he has already stepped forward.

He is the Dongfang family's Hongshan Lao Ancestor, a Martial Lord a hundred years ago, and even when the former emperor was alive, he was addressed as Lao Ancestor.

He crossed a thousand‑mile void to descend here, already assuming the Dongfang family's stance.

If in the end he cannot resolve this and slinks back to report to the clan, how could he hold his head up before those elder ancestors?

How could he hold his head up before those old friends in Kyoto?

He lowered his head to glance at the ruins beneath his feet, feeling a pang of anguish.

This outpost in Songshan City had been run by the Dongfang family for over eighty years.

Those Formation Technique foundations, the stockpiled supplies, the weapons and elixirs in the secret warehouses, and the thousand elite soldiers.

Now it's over: the building collapsed, the Formation Technique shattered, the supplies buried, soldiers either dead or fled, and over eighty years of accumulation vanished overnight.

He wanted to cry.

But he is Hongshan Lao Ancestor, a figure perched atop the pyramid; he must remain dignified.

Dongfang Hongshan inhaled deeply, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and began to seriously contemplate something.

How to leave with dignity.

When a decision must be made, cut it; otherwise chaos follows. He had lived for centuries and understood this better than anyone: face is important, but life is more so.

If even his life ends here, what use is face?

His gaze swept quickly through the ruins, locating Dongfang Jue's position.

The already battered Heavenly Pride was curled behind a broken column, drenched in blood, yet still staring here, emitting a garbled roar.

Dongfang Hongshan closed his eyes briefly, then spoke.

His lips moved, but no sound emerged.

He employed the Transmission Art, a razor‑thin voice passing through the air, landing precisely in Dongfang Jue's ear.

"Soon, Old brother will pour all his strength to take you away. Do not speak, do not shout, do not do anything unnecessary."

Dongfang Jue's body froze abruptly.

His eyes bulged, his mouth open, as if someone had clamped his throat.

Even Hongshan Lao Ancestor cannot subdue Jiang Feng?

In his impression, Hongshan Lao Ancestor was a figure standing above the clouds, the kind of person who could solve any problem the moment he acted.

He grew up hearing legends of Hongshan Lao Ancestor, knowing that merely his presence could make a faction bow.

But now, Hongshan Lao Ancestor said to him directly.

This child cannot fight with strength?

Dongfang Jue's lips trembled; he wanted to say something in rebuttal.

But he recalled Dongfang Hongshan's words: do not speak, do not shout, do not do anything unnecessary.

His mouth opened several times, then closed, leaving only a stare of blood‑shot eyes, fixed on the golden silhouette above the ruins, his hatred so fierce his teeth ached to the point of breaking.

Dongfang Hongshan did not look back at him.

All his gaze locked onto Jiang Feng, and the Crutch in his hand rose slowly.

The runes, riddled with cracks, reignited on the Crutch, emitting a dim yet lingering glow.

Jiang Feng stood there, watching Dongfang Hongshan's change, his expression unmoved.

"Old dog."

Jiang Feng spoke lightly, his voice low yet clear across the ruins.

"Can't beat me, so you run?"

Dongfang Hongshan's complexion shifted slightly, then quickly returned to normal.

He gave no reply, only tightened his grip on the Crutch, then swung it out forcefully.

The Crutch traced an arc through the air; white flames gathered at its tip exploded, forming a massive fire curtain that slammed down toward Jiang Feng with overwhelming force.

At the same time, his other hand rapidly formed a seal in front of his body, the spacetime law was triggered, space tore under his Fingers, and a crack opened behind Dongfang Jue.

"Go!"

Dongfang Hongshan's voice squeezed out from deep in his throat, carrying an urgency suppressed to the extreme.

His body was like a fully drawn bow, and in that instant it launched, lunging toward the direction of the crack.

He intended to use that fire curtain to block Jiang Feng's sight and perception; even if it could only block a single breath, it would be enough for him to take Dongfang Jue through the crack and leave Here.

As long as he returns to Kyoto, back to the Dongfang family's main base, he will be safe; even if Jiang Feng has immense power, he could not chase into the Dongfang family's old nest.

The fire curtain descended, covering the sky and earth, scorching the air and distorting space.

If an ordinary martial overlord stood here, it would take at least a few breaths to break through this fire curtain. Those few breaths would be enough for Dongfang Hongshan to take Dongfang Jue and disappear to the other side of the crack.

But Jiang Feng is not an ordinary martial overlord.

His figure vanished the instant the fire curtain pressed down.

His whole body was like a streak of Metal lightning, emerging from the other side of the fire curtain.

Dongfang Hongshan's hand had already seized Dongfang Jue's collar, about to drag him into the crack.

Half of his body had already slipped into the crack; only one final step remained to escape to the sky.

Then he heard Jiang Feng's voice.

"I said, today, even you old dog will be slaughtered together."

That palm struck his back.

Metal Law Power poured out from his palm, like a massive hammer, solidly smashing Dongfang Hongshan's back.

He heard the Bone in his body emitting cracking sounds, the Meridians emitting shattering low moans, the burning origins emitting Despair wails.

His body flew out of the crack, like a kite whose string had been cut, rolling in the air several times before crashing heavily onto the ruins.

Dongfang Hongshan lay on the ruins, spitting blood from his mouth in large gulps.

His back collapsed in a section, his spine bones broke several segments, and the secret art of the burning origin completely collapsed under that palm.

He turned his head sideways, looking at Jiang Feng.

"You thief, you insist on a Not Die Not Rest feud with my Dongfang family?"