Chapter 712: The Mighty Jiang Feng!

A dazzling burst of light exploded across the night sky.

Golden True Qi and Azure True Qi intertwined high above, like two enraged dragons thrashing above the clouds.

The golden Heaven‑slicing thread wove a massive net in the void, each filament razor‑sharp, slicing the air into fragments that howled.

Azure mist spread like a blanket, dyeing half the sky a heavy cyan; the mist was so dense it seemed solid, crushing the breath of the onlookers below.

The two Wuzun bodies circled the white figure at the center at high speed.

Zheng Tianxiong surged forward, each golden hand seal he flung with his palms bearing pressure enough to tear space.

The hand seals grew larger and larger, eventually resembling Buddha palms descending from heaven, raining down on Jiang Feng. Jun Aoshan slipped in from the side, skimming the formation.

He did not clash head‑on; instead he constantly shifted his position in the air, and Azure Needle Rain condensed around him into hundreds of fine needle‑like True Qi.

Each needle was as thin as a hair, yet contained a ferocious force capable of blowing a mountain peak apart from within.

The Azure Needle Rain wove a moving wall in the void, closing in on Jiang Feng's airspace from all directions and sealing off every escape route.

Everyone on the ground held their breath.

The two Wuzun combine!

Such a formation would dominate the entire Xia Guo Martial Way.

Astonishingly, the white figure in the middle was not suppressed; instead it danced, weaving through the gaps between the two assaults.

Jiang Feng's movements were so fast they were almost invisible, like a white flash of lightning flickering in the high sky.

Every step landed precisely in the gaps between the attacks, accurate to the millimeter, as if he had already predicted the landing points and trajectories of all opponent moves.

By the time Zheng Tianxiong's golden hand seal slammed down, Jiang Feng was already elsewhere.

At the instant Jun Aoshan's needle rain was about to converge, his figure always slipped through the slit by a hair's breadth.

Not only unhurt, he could even strike back.

His right hand snapped forward, and a white sword light spontaneously condensed in his palm—a True Qi Sword, its blade transparent with only a faint white glow along the edge.

The sword light arced in his hand, striking precisely at the very center of Zheng Tianxiong's descending golden hand seal—the weakest point, the node where Golden True Qi condenses.

Jiang Feng lightly tapped; the golden hand seal, capable of grinding a street to powder, burst like a punctured bubble.

Using the golden smoke from the exploding seal to obscure vision, Jun Aoshan slipped behind Jiang Feng.

His right hand curled the five fingers into a blade, the fingertips gathering an extremely dense layer of Azure True Qi.

When that Qi was compressed to its limit, it crackled faintly at the fingertips, as if something were being torn from within. He slashed toward Jiang Feng's back.

Yet before his blade‑hand could land, Jiang Feng, as if he had eyes on his back, turned sideways, letting Jun Aoshan's blade‑hand graze his clothing.

He darted aside, then flicked his wrist; the white True Qi Sword thrust out from under his armpit at a razor‑sharp angle, aiming straight for Jun Aoshan's throat.

Jun Aoshan's pupils snapped shut, his body twisting ninety degrees in mid‑air just enough to evade the sword. The blade brushed his neck, leaving a shallow white scar.

If not for the Protective True Qi of his Wuzun Body automatically absorbing most of the force, the sword would have sliced his neck in half. A cold sweat broke out on his back.

In less than a quarter hour of combat, he had been forced into peril many times; had Zheng Tianxiong not intervened in time, he would likely have fallen by now.

Zheng Tianxiong also felt a taut string in his heart.

His Golden True Qi had been largely expended, and the wound on his chest was constantly tugged by the fierce battle, each move costing him multiple times the usual price.

He watched the figure still moving deftly high above, its face calm as if no effort at all, and his fear grew ever heavier.

He suddenly realized something: when Jiang Feng fought him alone earlier, he never used his full strength.

How strong is this young man really?

A huge roar burst in the night sky.

Zheng Tianxiong's golden hand seal collided with Jun Aoshan's Azure Needle Rain, not from a miscoordination but because Jiang Feng forced them together with a sword qi.

The two attacks neutralized each other, exploding into a spectacular halo in the night sky; the halo's edge crackled with glass‑like shards, spreading several hundred zhang outward.

Seizing the brief lull as the attacks canceled, Jiang Feng moved. His form became a white flash of lightning, arriving before the others, and in an instant he was before Zheng Tianxiong.

He raised his right hand, pinching his index and middle fingers together; a tiny white speck of light formed at his fingertips—no larger than a marble, yet its weighty power made the surrounding air hum mournfully.

Zheng Tianxiong watched the speck descend toward his forehead, his hair standing on end.

He could feel the terrifying force hidden within that white light, capable of piercing his Wuzun Body.

He tried to dodge, but Jiang Feng's speed was such that before his body could issue a command, the finger had already struck his forehead.

The crisp sound of bone cracking rang sharply in the night sky.

Zheng Tianxiong was flung backward, spinning several times like a stone shot from a slingshot.

The Dark Golden Bone Armor on his forehead bore a clear fingertip‑sized dent; cracks spread from the dent outward like a spiderweb, covering most of his face.

After flying nearly three hundred zhang, he barely steadied himself, gasping, his cracked face full of disbelief.

The Wuzun Body, before Jiang Feng, was as flimsy as paper.

Jun Aoshan, seizing the gap while Jiang Feng pursued Zheng Tianxiong, gathered all remaining Azure True Qi onto both palms.

Two dazzling azure lights ignited in his palms, brighter than ever before, like two ignited azure suns, turning half the sky into a strange cyan hue.

He roared and slapped toward Jiang Feng's back.

That palm contained nearly three hundred years of cultivation, all the force passed down from the Jun Family ancestors, and all his present resentment and desperation.

Jiang Feng did not turn.

He merely tilted his shoulder, and with his right hand struck backward.

The palm strike was casual, small in motion, like shooing a fly off his shoulder, without any visible True Qi glow.

But when the two palms met, a white pillar of light brighter than all previous lights burst in the night sky.

Boom!