Chapter 713: Xie Zhennan, You Finally Arrived!

Jun Aoshan felt his palm as if it were striking a falling meteor from the heavens, and all the impact force rebounded back along his arm.

His right arm emitted a rapid series of crackling sounds that made his teeth ache.

From the fingertips to the wrist, to the forearm, to the upper arm, each bone segment snapped with a crisp breaking sound at the same instant.

His whole body was hurled like a kite with its line cut, flying nearly five hundred zhang, leaving a long cyan trail in the air, and finally crashing into the mid‑slope of a mountain peak east of Zheng Tiancheng, gouging a pit dozens of zhang in diameter.

The broken stones clattered downwards, dust spewed from the pit and streamed down the ridge.

After a moment of silence, a wobbling figure rose from the pit.

Jun Aoshan's right arm hung limp at his side, mangled by the shock; his cyan robe was more than half torn, and his body was covered in dust. He no longer had the strength to continue fighting.

He hovered in the air above the mountain's mid‑slope, panting heavily, looking up at the still‑floating white‑clad figure high above. He suddenly understood: Jiang Feng had been holding back from the start.

His lips moved.

Zheng Tianxiong also halted. He hovered in the air four hundred zhang away, the fissure on his forehead still dripping golden blood, his aged face full of a gray, defeated expression.

He had already exhausted all his hidden cards.

The Heaven‑cut Golden Thread was used up, the Vajra Hand Seal had been exhausted, and the Great Martial Venerable's true Qi, cultivated for nearly three hundred years, was nearly depleted.

Yet Jiang Feng still stood there, as if he could never be defeated.

The elders of the Zheng Family on the ground now each wore faces ashen as death.

Their senior ancestors could not defeat Jiang Feng; even two senior ancestors combined still could not.

This was no longer a matter of strength disparity; it was the difference between an ant and a mountain.

Zheng Yuanshen stood among the crowd, fists clenched, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He began to regret offending such a Demon God for the sake of an alliance marriage with the Qingxiao Sect!

If that wedding had not taken place, Jiang Feng would not have come to Zheng Tiancheng. If Jiang Feng had not come, the Zheng Family would not have been humiliated by a single person.

But regret was now useless.

In the sky, Jun Aoshan suddenly did something no one had expected.

He turned, facing west of Zheng Tiancheng toward the towering, majestic city that lay opposite Zheng Tiancheng, and he bellowed.

"Xie Family! How long do you still want to see!"

His voice was hoarse and enraged, carrying a reckless madness born of being driven to the brink.

The voice carried far across the night sky, even the distant mountains faintly echoed it. He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Feng.

"This man will annihilate our Zheng Family and Jun Family today; tomorrow it will be your Xie Family!"

His voice shook the clouds in the sky, yet the direction of Xie Family City remained like a dead city, showing no response at all.

The veins on Jun Aoshan's forehead bulged.

Earlier, while he and Zheng Tianxiong were locked in a fierce aerial battle, he had prayed more than once in his heart for someone from the Xie Family to intervene.

He believed Xie Zhennan was watching from the mountain peak, having seen the entire battle from start to finish.

As one of the Yunding Three Families, the Xie Family, if three Great Martial Venerables joined forces, might still have a chance.

But the Xie Family remained silent from beginning to end.

Jun Aoshan stood in place, his lips trembling for a long while, and finally managed to utter only one sentence.

Zheng Tianxiong looked at his disheveled state, the anger in his eyes having burned down to pure despair.

He looked up at the white figure high above, his lips moving as if to speak, but no word came out.

At that moment, a calm and ancient voice slowly rose from between heaven and earth.

The voice was soft yet clear to every ear present, as if it seeped down from the deepest heavens, bearing the steadiness and certainty of ages.

"Jiang Feng, cease while you have the advantage."

The moment the voice sounded, the entire night sky fell silent.

The wind stopped, the clouds stilled, and even the stones still drifting down seemed frozen in midair.

A pale‑gray figure slowly rose from the highest peak of Xie Family City in the distance. It ascended extremely slowly, as if climbing a mountain step by step through empty air, each step steady and measured to the last millimeter.

When the figure reached a height level with Jiang Feng, everyone saw his face clearly.

A gaunt, withered old man whose teeth were near falling out. He wore a coarse gray‑white cloth garment, its cuffs and collar frayed, looking less like a Venerable and more like a lifelong field farmer.

His graying hair was simply tied at the back of his head with a black strip of cloth; his drooping eyelids half‑covered his eyes.

Yet the light shining from those eyes commanded respect.

It was not a glow of power but something deeper, older—like an ancient jade buried for millennia suddenly unearthed, its dust still clinging, yet already imposing an invisible pressure on everyone nearby.

Xie Zhennan.

The true patriarch of the Xie Family.

The moment Jun Aoshan saw the pale‑gray figure, he was first stunned, then a highly complex expression crossed his face.

There was surprise, relief, anger, and a stifled resentment of being betrayed yet rescued. Zheng Tianxiong's reaction was even more immediate; his body nearly collapsed, and the forced fighting spirit evaporated in an instant.

Jiang Feng watched the slowly rising pale‑gray figure; a faint ripple appeared in his previously steady gaze, his mouth corner lifting ever so slightly into an almost imperceptible curve. Then he spoke, his voice still unhurried, as if his solo battle against two Great Martial Venerables had been a trivial matter.

"Xie Zhennan..."

He paused, his gaze landing on the gaunt old man's pupils half‑concealed by drooping eyelids, the hint of a smile at his mouth deepening slightly.

"You finally came."

Xie Zhennan stood in the void, hands clasped behind him, head slightly bowed, like an old farmer watching the crops at a village entrance.

He lifted his murky yet profoundly chilling eyes, and across several hundred zhang, his gaze met Jiang Feng's.

In the instant their gazes intersected under the moon, the solidified clouds in the night sky began to rotate on their own, forming slow, concentric vortices as if two invisible giant hands were stirring the heavens.

"Oh? It seems you have been waiting for me, but unfortunately… I cannot recall, who are you…"

Xie Zhennan's gaze grew slightly solemn.

This man is not ordinary.

If it weren't for the Zheng Family and the Jun Family, those two idiots, he wouldn't have acted…

But now, he can only act.