Chapter 725: Back Off, Your Lord!

The Purple Light vanished at the far end of the sky.

But the sense of danger it brought did not disappear.

Jiang Feng stood above the Yunduan Zhi Shang, his white robe rustling in the gale.

His fist still hung in midair, yet he did not move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move.

It was that he couldn't move.

After that flash of Purple Light, every inch of his tendons, every bone, every drop of blood seemed locked onto by something.

It was not an attack, not intimidation, not any force he had ever faced before.

It was a higher‑level gaze.

Like a Divine being standing above the Nine Heavens, lowering its head to glance at him.

Just a glance.

Yet it made his heart miss a beat in that instant.

Jiang Feng drew a deep breath.

He inhaled so deeply that every lobe of his lungs was stretched to the limit.

Then he slowly lowered his fist.

He turned around.

The Giant Shadow at that moment was already unrecognizable.

Its black carapace was shattered by Jiang Feng's eleven fists, dark‑red fluid seeping from countless wounds, staining the cloud beneath its feet a deep crimson.

Its massive body half‑kneeling above the Yunduan Zhi Shang, one of its two curved great horns broken, and two of the three eyes on its forehead already blind.

In the remaining two eyes, a faint dark‑red flame flickered.

Like a dying candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.

Yet it was laughing.

On that massive cracked face, the Mouth corner curved upward at a strange angle.

It wasn't a smug Laughter.

It was a Laughter of relief.

A relief born of being imprisoned for over Ten Thousand years, finally awaiting the opening of the prison doors.

"It's coming…"

Its voice was hoarse to the point of being barely audible, as if squeezed out from a pile of broken stones.

"Finally…"

Jiang Feng stared at it, saying nothing.

But the power within him began to circulate at an unprecedented speed.

Every Meridian swelled, every muscle tightened, every drop of blood boiled.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the Divine Soul that had been tempered through countless cycles of life and death was now releasing light wildly.

Because he knew.

That Purple Light was not something the Giant Shadow could compare to.

It was the True Body behind this Clone, the genuine one that had slept for Millennia of Ages.

"I said…"

Another voice sounded.

It was not emitted by the Giant Shadow.

The voice came from the far end of the sky.

It was as deep as possible.

Each syllable struck like Ten Thousand Mountains crashing down from the sky, pounding the eardrum, the heart, and the deepest part of the Divine.

Jiang Feng's brows twitched.

His eardrum was already shattered by the first syllable of that voice.

Two strands of fresh blood seeped from his ear canals, flowing down his jaw, dripping onto his white robe, spreading into two shocking crimson stains on the pure white fabric.

Yet he didn't even blink an eye.

Because he could no longer worry about his ears.

The voice's true attack was not on the eardrum, but on the Divine Soul.

It was a force that pierced the flesh, pierced Protective True Qi, pierced all defenses, and struck directly at the Soul Origin.

A towering wave rose in Jiang Feng's Sea of Consciousness.

It felt as if someone wielded a hammer weighing Ten Thousand jin, hammering his Divine Soul repeatedly.

Each blow made his Awareness tremble, each blow caused an unprecedented shiver to surge from the depths of his soul.

But he held his ground.

His Divine Soul was not that of an ordinary Martial Saint.

Twice broken then re‑established, once through a life‑death cycle, his Divine Soul had already been tempered to a resilience even he could not fathom.

Now, facing that voice's Divine Soul Impact, though it quivered violently, it showed no sign of shattering.

Not only was it unshattered.

Instead, under each hammer strike, it became even more solid.

"Young man…"

The voice continued.

Each character is heavier than the one before it.

It sinks until the cloud layer is pressed down, falling dozens of zhang.

It sinks until the whole sky bends downward in a visibly curved arc.

It sinks until the distant mountain ranges begin to collapse under the weight of that voice.

"Cultivating to the Wu Zun Realm... isn't easy."

Jiang Feng stands there, motionless.

Two strands of fresh blood flow from his ear holes, down his neck into the collar, staining the neckline red.

His back remains as straight as a sword planted in the clouds.

"This is my heaven and earth."

The voice is neither hurried nor slow, like someone who has lived far too long and has forgotten what urgency feels like.

"I have already transcended the mundane, Not Die Not Rest."

Eight words. Each carries an unquestionable authority.

It is the confidence distilled from Millennia of Ages.

It is a true indifference of one who has stood atop the world and gazed down upon countless beings.

"Even if you could annihilate this Clone..."

The voice pauses.

"... it still cannot wound my foundation."

"Why not retreat quickly?"

The voice falls.

Heaven and earth fall silent.

The Giant Shadow, half‑kneeling on the clouds, now trembles all over.

In its two remaining eyes, a dark red flame flickers violently.

Not because that voice saved it.

But because that voice never gave it a single glance.

Not even for an instant.

In the True Body's eyes, it is merely a Clone.

A Clone that can be discarded or remade at any time.

The Giant Shadow's head slowly lowers.

Its lone broken horn points to the ground, and a deep, almost whimpering tremor emanates from the cracks in its shell.

Yet it does not speak.

It has no right to speak.

Jiang Feng stands on the clouds, listening as that voice finishes its final word.

He does not respond immediately.

Two strands of fresh blood drip from his jaw, striking the cloud beneath his feet, spreading into two faint red blossoms in the white vapor.

He watches the direction where the Purple Light at the horizon fades, his gaze like a blade honed by decades of hatred and obsession.

"Not Die Not Rest?"

His voice is not loud, yet it pierces the stagnant air the other voice created, pierces the still‑slightly curved firmament, and echoes clearly between heaven and earth.

"Then why don't you come out?"

The horizon remains silent for a moment.

It is not as if it were choked.

It is a higher‑level accident.

Having lived for Millennia of Ages, it has seen countless people—those who kneel and beg for mercy, those who gladly march to death, those who offer everything for a single life.

Yet never has any living being dared speak to it in such a tone.

Never before.

"Young man..."

When the voice sounds again, the condescending aloofness in its tone finally shows a hint of change.

It is an extremely faint, almost imperceptible anger.

Like a volcano that has slept for ten thousand years, turning over deep within the earth.

"Before Millennia of Ages, when I swept across Eight Desolations Six Directions, your ancestors were still gnawing flesh and drinking blood."

"I have seen countless Heavenly Pride, countless Demon Rogue, countless self‑proclaimed extraordinary beings."

"Their bones lie buried beneath the yellow earth, their names erased by time."

"And you..."

The anger in the voice deepens further.

"Just another over‑ambitious ant in the Millennia of Ages."

Jiang Feng listens, offering no rebuttal.

He suddenly smiles.

After smiling, he lifts his head.

He looks upward toward the horizon's edge, toward the direction the voice came from, toward the purple light growing ever brighter.

Then he speaks.

His voice is soft.

But each character bears a power that can make heaven and earth change color.

"Ants?"

"You treated my mother as a vessel and used the Xie Family like a dog for three hundred years…"

"Now you tell me about ants?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Step back, you old man!"

The four characters exploded.

The whole sky's cloud layer was pushed outward by an utterly terrifying force wrapped by those four characters.

Clouds spanning dozens of miles in radius shattered in the same instant, revealing the bottomless azure sky above them.

The Giant Shadow, half‑kneeling on the clouds, was shaken by the voice until its shell cracked inch by inch, and a fear never before felt finally rose in its two remaining eyes.

It stared at Jiang Feng's silhouette.

It watched the white‑clad figure dance wildly beneath the sky.

It watched the straight spine that seemed ready to pierce a hole through the heavens.

It suddenly understood one thing.

This young man never intended to retreat from the start.