Chapter 67

Chen Yi He clearly understood that what the Seventh Elder left for him was not only a perceptible increase in strength, but also a treasure that could be probed.

What is this explorable treasure? It is the power he bestowed upon Chen Yi He, which grows stronger as Chen Yi He grows, always within Chen Yi He's ability and his body's tolerance.

Now, this is Chen Yi He's demonstration of perfectly merging it with himself!

Chen Yi He and Xiao Feng exchanged over thirty palms! The tearing sounds in the air rose and fell, destructive power astonishing, the surrounding buildings already reduced to ruins suffered another blow!

"Bang!" They solidly clashed palms again!

Chen Yi He retreated ten steps, Xiao Feng retreated five steps.

"A Fourth Heaven expert, indeed lives up to his reputation……"

"This wild brat, how did he improve so fast in less than a year!" Xiao Feng forced himself to stop and steady his steps, being driven back before the younger junior, his face utterly embarrassed! His severe injury is no excuse!

Nan Zhongyi blocked the Purple Tempered Sword with his spear, barely deflecting "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun"! But the sword qi's tremendous impact knocked him down from midair! He crashed heavily to the ground, spitting blood.

Nan Zhongyi simply couldn't believe he was severely wounded by a Third Heaven youth's sword! If he were uninjured, he could surely tear this brat to pieces! But there are no so many "ifs" in the world!

Xiao Feng and Nan Zhongyi never expected this brat to be so overbearing, unreasonably so!

Actually Chen Yi He was also barely holding on; the Sword Control Technique had already consumed over half of his true qi. Clashing palms with Xiao Feng, he seemed not to lose ground, but in reality his heart, lungs and meridians were continually taking heavy blows! Now a light push or a strong gust could blow him over.

Chen Yi He reached out, the Purple Tempered Sword flew into his hand; he looked up and laughed wildly, "Hahaha! With you like that, you still want to catch me? Kill me?" When he lowered his head, the killing intent in his eyes was unmistakable…… He had to pretend, to be fierce enough!

Xiao Feng slapped the ground, leapt up, his whole body surged forward in midair, striking with consecutive palms! "Xiao Family Consecutive Palms"! How could Xiao Feng think of retreating? Could he not see that Chen Yi He was barely holding on?

How could Nan Zhongyi fail to notice? He raised his spear, infused it with true qi, and hurled it forcefully at Chen Yi He! He would not stop until it pierced Chen Yi He!

Chen Yi He gripped the sword with both hands, plunged it into the ground, his whole body blazing white light. Hair bristling with rage! The sideburns grown over half a year floated wildly. His eyes' corners split!

Surging true qi and tumultuous sword qi rose from him!

The ground was being pulverized!

The air was being diluted!

Dust was evading!

A white-purple sword light shot up from the earth, straight into the clouds!

"Boom!" Xiao Feng bore the brunt! He was swallowed by endless light! His body from head to toe was enveloped in light.

The spear was crushed to pieces; Nan Zhongyi was like a bamboo raft drifting on waves, encountering a tsunami and storm, tossed about, finally overturned beyond the Thousandfold Gate!

When the light faded, Xiao Feng fell from height, collapsed on the ground, arms and legs splayed, as if he had been violated. His whole body was bare, blood soaking the shredded clothes, the skin pierced and torn in dozens, hundreds of pieces exposed under the sun, his flowing hair scattered everywhere, his mouth uttering "gugu" as he continuously spat white foam.

Xiao Feng's vacant eyes stared straight at the blinding sun, unblinking, as if he were already dead, his body twitching……

Seeing Xiao Feng's miserable state, Nan Zhongyi had no care for a general's dignity; he scrambled up and fled, a peerless master reduced to this by fear!

Even Wu Rong stared dumbfounded…… He never expected Chen Yi He to be so fierce, reducing two Fourth Heaven experts to this! Even if they were injured, the outcome shouldn't be like this! Know that the gap between Third Heaven and Fourth Heaven is worlds apart!

Chen Yi He knelt on the ground, drenched in sweat; that move had exhausted everything, emptying his body. Fortunately it worked. Today he truly must thank the four elders of the Thousandfold Gate, who sacrificed themselves to wear down Xiao Feng and Nan Zhongyi for him; otherwise, the one twitching and spitting white foam on the ground would be him, Chen Yi He.

Dongfang Xing stepped forward to support the upper body of the swaying Chen Yi He, heartbroken and asked, "You… you alright?"

Chen Yi He lightly shook his head; he was too exhausted and pained to speak, yet he still wanted to stand, leaning on Dongfang Xing he rose, step by step, staggering toward Xiao Feng, the Purple Tempered Sword always in his hand.

"Should we kill him?" Dongfang Xing asked Chen Yi He, "If so, I am willing to serve."

Chen Yi He glanced at Dongfang Xing, a faint smile appearing on his pallid face, "Just help me kick him twice……"

Dongfang Xing was petite, Xiao Feng tall; Dongfang Xing's kick sent this man twice his size flying far……

"We shouldn't linger here, we must leave quickly!" Wu Rong urged.

"Right." Chen Yi He paused, then said, "Before we leave, we still have one thing to do."

"What is it?" Dongfang Xing asked.

"Our banknotes, we should take some; otherwise we won't be able to afford meals on the road……" Chen Yi He said, which is not unreasonable.

Dongfang Xing and Wu Rong quickly turned over the rubble inside and out, but found nothing they were looking for.

"Ah……" Chen Yi He was about to cry.

"We can't waste more time; imperial troops will soon take over this place!" Wu Rong carried Chen Yi He on his back, Dongfang Xing took the rear, and the three fled the battlefield swiftly.

Outside the Thousandfold Gate, many onlookers gathered, but none dared approach; they could only watch as Chen Yi He and his companions left.

Yet they hadn't run a few hundred meters before someone blocked their path.

Wu Rong muttered inwardly, "Oh no……"

"Hehe, you really think you can just run away?" Descending from the sky was Huashan Sect Elder Feng Yichu. He held a sword in one hand, pinched his whiskers with the other. His sharp eyes fixed on the three youths before him.

Chen Yi He even more exaggeratedly shouted, "My life is over……"

Feng Yichu, in the earlier battle, had suffered no injury nor exhausted his strength.

This was not because he hid his strength, nor because his opponents were weak, but because his own power was formidable; with a sword in hand, none could block him, none could approach him.

His strength was considerably greater than that of Xiao Feng, Nan Zhongyi and the like.

It was rumored that Feng Yichu could have been elected head of the Huashan Sect, but he himself refused, the reason being that the sect leader's position would shackle his pursuit of freedom.

This time, Chen Yi He panicked; even if he teamed up with Dongfang Xing and Wu Rong, he was no match for Feng Yichu!

"Cough cough, not that exaggerated……" Feng Yichu covered his mouth and coughed twice, then said to Chen Yi He, "Young man, your future is limitless! That battle just now was splendid. A youngster repelling two Fourth Heaven masters—throughout history, few could achieve that. I truly admire you."

Such praise left Chen Yi He unable to respond……

"But you've stirred up a hornet's nest; Nan Zhongyi is a tough bone, commanding hundreds of thousands of troops, and Xiao Feng is no better—he's a royal relative, the emperor's brother-in-law; from now on your days will be rough, whether you're being hunted or on the road to being hunted……"

"Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, you have a sword move called 'White Rainbow Piercing the Sun,'" Feng Yichu paused, smiling, "That is our Huashan Sect's sword technique…… I've spent sixty or seventy years on Huashan, everyone old and young knows it, yet I've never seen someone like you."

"What… what exactly are you trying to say?" Chen Yi He trembled on Wu Rong's back.

"My disciple Zhang Beihei, is he really dead?" Feng Yichu withdrew his kind smile and asked.

Suddenly, a cold sword intent swept over the three youths' bodies, a warning from a Fourth Heaven master.

Wu Rong answered firmly, "Yes, I and the Little Palace Master saw his tombstone, his Huashan sword planted on the grave, confirming his death."

"Ah…… enough…… enough……" Feng Yichu sighed deeply, turned and left, "If you have time, come visit Huashan!"