Chapter 508: The Arrow-Blocking Shield Is Too Hard

At the edge of the Blood Sea, the strong ones of all major factions frowned tightly, their gazes piercing through the chaotic battlefield.

These strong ones were each the outstanding members of their own sects or families; their strength and status had accustomed them to dominating in any situation.

However, the situation before them had surpassed their control; the power of the Xuanhuang Primordial Origin was like an untamed wild horse, violent and elusive.

Longling and his companions had always cautiously remained at the edge of the battlefield; although their strength was not weak, facing such immense power they preferred to observe and analyze, seeking a suitable moment to act.

This greatly dissatisfied all the factions.

"You're still hiding in the rear—do you intend to let us face this power alone?" said a strong one wearing golden battle armor coldly, his voice full of dissatisfaction.

"Ants, you retreat when true danger appears." Another burly man wielding a great axe echoed, his face full of contempt for Longling and them.

The strong ones of all major factions began to pressure Longling and his companions.

They needed more power to resist the violent force of the Xuanhuang Primordial Origin, and the presence of Longling and his companions would undoubtedly reduce their losses.

"Just hiding and trying to profit—ain't that easy! Over there, you go!" shouted an elderly cultivator loudly, his voice especially clear amid the waves of the Blood Sea.

Longling's gaze was firm, knowing that any explanation now would be useless.

He turned his head to look at his companions beside him; their eyes all revealed calm.

Although they had stayed in the rear, it was not out of fear, but to seek an opportunity.

"The Xuanhuang Primordial Origin's power has erupted; contact means certain death—you go, we will rush there." Longling's voice was calm, his words conveying an undeniable authority as his gaze swept over every strong one present.

"Hmph, telling you this is your honor—do you really think you're a side dish?" said a strong one of a faction disdainfully.

"What did you say?"

Heifeng stood at the edge of the Blood Sea, his eyes like a volcano about to erupt, filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

He gazed at the strong ones of all major factions; they stood in the rear, their faces full of indifference, as if the battle ahead had nothing to do with them.

A fierce anger surged in Heifeng's heart, unable to bear this unfair treatment.

"Why should we?" Heifeng's voice echoed across the empty Blood Sea, his gaze like a sword shooting toward those indifferent strong ones—"You let us bear the danger while you sit back and reap the rewards?"

His words were filled with anger and injustice; those on the front lines were paying with their lives to explore and resist the power of the Xuanhuang Primordial Origin.

While those so-called major factions merely watched from safety, waiting for them to reap the fruits bought with blood and sweat.

Longling stood beside Heifeng, not intervening.

They had not taken advantage from the rear to pick up scraps; they had continually sought a way to control the Xuanhuang Primordial Origin, and their efforts and sacrifices should not be slighted.

"We are not cowards, nor are we your pawns!" Huang Daxian's voice was low and powerful, his words conveying an undeniable resolve.

His words resonated with the companions behind him; their eyes all flashed with the same light.

They were all strong ones who had endured countless battles; their courage and strength should not be trampled upon.

"You always act this way, self-righteous, thinking your power can decide everything." Heifeng continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

His words caused a hint of embarrassment to appear on the faces of the strong ones of all major factions, and even provoked the golden-armored cultivator into outright fury.

"You're courting death."

The golden-armored strong one said angrily, he came from the Mysterious Golden Puppet Sect, whose unique art is the Puppet Way.

A mere brat actually lecturing him—utterly absurd.

The golden-armored strong one wore golden battle armor that gleamed in the sunlight, his eyes cold as ice, revealing an undeniable confidence.

His cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Spirit Realm; each strike contained enough power to rend space.

The Secret Puppet Way further enabled him to fight like a tiger given wings.

With a low shout from the golden-armored strong one, a huge puppet slowly emerged from the shadow behind him.

This puppet stood three zhang tall, its entire body forged from an unknown metal, each armor plate flashing with a cold light.

Its eyes burned with azure flames, betraying the cold indifference of a non-living entity.

This puppet emanated the same Heavenly Spirit Realm Great Perfection aura as the golden-armored strong one; each step it took made the ground tremble.

Heifeng's face grew grave, able to sense the oppressive pressure emanating from the puppet.

His body slightly sank, feet planted on the ground, a black energy surged from within him, forming a great vortex.

This was the Black Clan's inherited secret art, the Ghost Dance.

"Come on!" Heifeng bellowed, his body suddenly becoming blurred, as if merging with the surrounding shadows.

His speed instantly peaked, almost in an instant appearing before the puppet.

His fist gathered black energy, like a black meteor, smashing hard into the puppet's chest.

"Boom!" A loud bang, the puppet's chest showed a deep dent, yet it suffered no damage. The golden-armored strong one snorted coldly, his puppet forged from the most precious materials, its flesh having attained Diamond Indestructibility, not so easily destroyed.

The puppet's counterattack was equally swift, its fist like a small mountain, accompanied by a sound of breaking air, smashing toward Heifeng.

Heifeng's figure again became blurred, his body weaving between the puppet's fists, each time narrowly avoiding a deadly blow.

Rumble—

The battle grew ever fiercer; each collision between Heifeng and the puppet made the surrounding air emit explosive sounds.

Heifeng's Ghost Dance grew ever more proficient, his body weaving across the battlefield like a black bolt of lightning.

Each of his attacks gathered great strength, but the puppet's defense was too strong; each strike could only leave a shallow mark.

The golden-armored strong one's face showed a smug smile; the puppet was nearly invincible, no one able to break its defense.

But his smile quickly froze.

Because Heifeng's attacks, while unable to shatter the puppet's defense, were continually draining its energy.

A glint flashed in Heifeng's eyes, knowing that although the puppet was powerful, its energy was not infinite.

As long as he could keep attacking, he could eventually exhaust the puppet's energy.

Heifeng's speed increased again, his body nearly becoming a black shadow, constantly shuttling around the puppet, each pass leaving a deep trace.

Finally, the puppet's energy began to wane; its movements grew slow, and the fire in its eyes dimmed.

Heifeng seized the opportunity, his fist gathering black energy like a black sun, and slammed it hard into the puppet's chest.

Boom! A loud bang, the puppet's chest was pierced through, its energy was instantly exhausted, its whole body began to collapse, turning into a pile of scrap iron.

The golden-armored strong one's face turned pale, the puppet was destroyed, his strength was halved.

A flicker of fear passed in his eyes, he was no match for Heifeng.

Heifeng's face showed a faint cold smile, the Ghost Dance had reached its utmost, his body almost turned into a black shadow, speed and power peaked.

His body suddenly became blurred, then instantly appeared before the golden-armored strong one.

The golden-armored strong one's reaction was also swift, a golden longsword suddenly appeared in his hand, his swordsmanship was equally sharp, each sword carried a sound of tearing the air, trying to block Heifeng's attack.

But Heifeng's speed was truly too fast, his swordsmanship could not possibly catch Heifeng's figure.

Heifeng's fist condensed black energy, like a black meteor, heavily smashing into the golden-armored strong one's chest.

The golden-armored strong one's chest was pierced through, his body was flung high up, then heavily fell to the ground.

The golden-armored strong one spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear.

Heifeng stood before the golden-armored strong one, his face showing a faint cold smile.

His body suddenly became blurred, then instantly vanished into the air.

The entire Blood Sea boiled, demonic might surged to the heavens, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, Heifeng's Ghost Dance had reached its utmost, its power surpassed everyone's imagination.

The surrounding cultivators were all shaken by this battle, their eyes filled with fear.

The Blood Sea's waves surged, Heifeng was like a lone boat facing the impending storm.

The strong ones of the various sects, dissatisfied with Heifeng's arrogance, instantly joined forces to surround him.

Their figures were like bolts of lightning, surrounding Heifeng from all directions, each person's eyes flashing with killing intent.

"Damn it, still want to overturn the heavens?" a strong one roared, gripping a huge battle-axe in his hand, the axe blade flashing with cold light, as if it could tear everything apart.

Heifeng's face grew solemn, knowing the next would be a life-and-death struggle.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner atop his head rustled in the wind, as if responding to the impending battle.

This banner was covered with patterns of various ghosts and monsters, each pattern containing great power.

As Heifeng danced, the ghosts and monsters on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner seemed to come alive, their eyes flashing with eerie green light, emitting shrill screams.

Heifeng began performing the Ghost Dance in the void, the dance profoundly mysterious, each movement containing profound laws.

His steps left afterimages in the void, as if drawing a complex pattern.

As he danced, the surrounding Blood Sea responded, waves surged more violently, bloody mist rose from the sea, enveloping the entire battlefield in a blood-red hue.

"Ten thousand ghosts come for blood!" Heifeng shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the Blood Sea, as if summoning evil spirits from the abyss.

Following his voice, countless ghosts surged from the Blood Sea, their eyes flashing red, their mouths emitting shrill screams.

These ghosts were cultivators devoured by the Blood Sea, their souls imprisoned in this sea, becoming Heifeng's aid.

The faces of the various sects' strong ones changed, they never expected Heifeng could summon so many ghosts.

They immediately intensified their assault, various spells and treasures raining down on Heifeng like rain.

Heifeng's figure moved among the ghosts, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner constantly waved, each wave releasing a strong force that repelled the incoming spells and treasures one by one.

His Ghost Dance grew ever faster, his figure almost turning into black lightning bolts, moving across the battlefield, each appearance taking a strong one's life.

"Impossible, how could he be this strong!" a strong one cried in terror, his chest struck by Heifeng's Ten Thousand Souls Banner, leaving a huge wound.

"He's no longer human, he's practically a devil!" another strong one despaired, his body torn by a horde of ghosts, blood spraying everywhere.

Heifeng's eyes flashed with madness, his body moving among the ghosts, each appearance bringing death.

His Ten Thousand Souls Banner was soaked in blood, the ghost patterns on the banner became more vivid, their eyes flashing red, as if enjoying the slaughter.

The strong ones of the various sects began to feel fear, they never imagined Heifeng could be this powerful.

They began to retreat, trying to escape the battle.

But Heifeng had no intention of letting them go.

The Ghost Dance grew ever faster, the figure almost turning into black lightning, moving across the battlefield, each appearance taking a strong one's life.

"You weren't trying to surround me? Now why are you afraid?" Heifeng sneered, his voice echoing in the Blood Sea, full of mockery.

The faces of the various sects' strong ones turned pale, they knew they could no longer defeat Heifeng.

As the battle continued, the Blood Sea grew even more crimson, countless corpses floated on its surface.

Heifeng stood at the center of the Blood Sea, his body dyed red by blood, his eyes flashing with madness, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner rustling in the wind, as if celebrating this victory.

Longling and the others' eyes held a hint of contempt, mocking the defeat of those who claimed invincibility.

"It seems the so-called strong ones of the various sects are nothing more than a rabble."

He glanced around those panicked cultivators, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile, his voice ringing clear and loud above the Blood Sea:.

"I thought they were formidable, but they can't even handle a single Heifeng, truly an eye-opener." A burly cultivator named Tie Ya, his voice like thunder.

Feng Yu's voice also carried a hint of contempt: "At first you weren't shouting arrogantly? Now you've all become stray dogs."

Yun Ying's eyes flashed with a sly light: "It seems their strength is not proportional to their arrogance, a pity for the resources they wasted."

Tie Shan snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over the retreating cultivators: "Always self-righteous, thinking numbers guarantee victory, foolish."

"There are heavens beyond heaven, people beyond people, Heifeng's strength far exceeds their imagination, defeat is inevitable."

"A bunch of clueless fools, always thinking they can bully the few with numbers, only to be crushed by Heifeng alone, petals and blood flying."

"Underestimating the enemy exacts a price."

Longling heard their words and chuckled.

Longling and the others' mocking words were like thorns, piercing the hearts of the various sects' strong ones.

Their faces shifted from fear to anger, then from anger to shame.

When have these usually lofty strong ones ever suffered such humiliation?

"You… you juniors, dare to speak to us like this!" an elderly strong one trembled all over, pointing at Longling and the others, his fingertips shaking.