Chapter 317: The Fall of Li Chenfeng

The collision between the Sword tip and the sole of the foot was like the most intense symphony between heaven and earth; a deafening boom resounded through the clouds.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify at this moment, then erupted with a turbulent force like a violent storm. That massive foot, originally as immovable as a mountain, actually trembled slightly under this all-out strike from Li Chenfeng, ripples spreading across its surface.

"This... how is this possible!" An incredulous exclamation came from the air, from the monk Lingkong, his voice carrying a hint of shock and fear.

He had never imagined that a Cultivator only at the Linglun Mid-stage could erupt with such astonishing power.

He himself was at the Spirit Wheel Late Stage!!!

Li Chenfeng's figure did not move, but his eyes burned with an unyielding flame; although this strike was strong, it was not enough to completely defeat the enemy before him.

He did not retreat in the slightest; instead, he leveraged the momentum to press forward, the spiritual power within his body surging like a rushing river, continuously pouring into that illusory Sword tip.

"Sword Intent is not just power; it is the direction of the heart and the destination of the will!" Li Chenfeng recited silently in his heart, his figure appearing increasingly resolute under the reflection of the Sword light. One could see that above the Sword tip, the Sword Intent condensed into substance, transforming into a surging Dragon-shaped Sword Qi that circled the Sword tip, emitting a deafening dragon's roar.

"With this Sword, let me go with you!" Li Chenfeng shouted loudly, and the Dragon-shaped sword energy, accompanied by the Sword tip, charged once more toward the giant creature Lingkong with even greater speed.

Following a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar, a dazzling light erupted at the point where the Dragon-shaped Sword Qi and the foot clashed, illuminating the entire horizon.

That giant foot finally could not withstand Li Chenfeng's Sacrificing Life to Forget Death strike and shattered with a boom.

Li Chenfeng stood where he was, his clothes flapping loudly in the gale, but his gaze was exceptionally calm, as if that heaven-shaking battle had not affected him in the slightest.

He slowly withdrew his Sword stance, the Sword tip dissipating into specks of light in the air, leaving behind only his lonely and resolute figure.

"Three fellow Daoists, I have done my best."

As Li Chenfeng's words fell, the air seemed to freeze for an instant; that sudden tranquility contained endless sorrow.

His three closest friends looked on with eyes full of disbelief and grief, watching as Li Chenfeng's once unyielding figure became like a candle in the wind at this moment, gradually blurring.

"No! Chenfeng!" Among them, the sisters Huakai and Huaxie roared, their voices filled with endless despair and unwillingness. They tried to rush forward, wanting to grab that shadow about to dissipate, but could only touch the cold air.

However, Li Chenfeng only smiled slightly, a smile that contained too many unspoken words: attachment to life, the cherishing of love, and expectations for the future. His figure grew fainter and fainter, finally turning into a wisp of blue smoke that dissipated into the vast horizon, leaving behind only a whisper echoing in everyone's ears: "Three fellow Daoists, I have done my best..."

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and heaven and earth changed color because of it. The three friends looked at each other, their eyes filled with unspeakable pain.

Just then, a broken Sword that had lost its tip drifted slowly down from the sky; it lay quietly in the dust, the Sword body still retaining Li Chenfeng's final power and will.

This Sword had accompanied Li Chenfeng through countless storms, witnessing his growth and glory, yet now it could only lie here alone, becoming the final relic Li Chenfeng left to the world.

"Chenfeng..." Huakai tremblingly reached out her hand and gently picked up the broken Sword; the Sword body was cold and heavy, as if it carried all of Li Chenfeng's memories and emotions. She gripped the hilt tightly, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the Sword body, making a crisp sound.

Her younger sister Huaxie's face was also full of sorrow, but her eyes were fixed on the monk Lingkong, whose spell had been broken.

"Sister, do not cry; we will avenge Brother Li."

Huaxie's reminder made Huakai's gaze sharpen, and she muttered: "That's right, we still have to avenge Brother Li!!"

Putting away her sorrow, she looked toward Liu Sheng and said: "Fellow Daoist Liu, do you wish to avenge Brother Li?"

Upon hearing this, a flash of determination crossed Liu Sheng's eyes, and he nodded, saying: "I naturally wish to avenge fellow practitioner Chenfeng, but with our current strength, we simply cannot contend with that monk Lingkong."

Huakai gently stroked the broken Sword in her hand, feeling the lingering aura of Li Chenfeng, and a surge of grief and indignation rose in her heart. She gritted her teeth and said: "We cannot just give up like this; even if we exhaust all our strength, we must seek justice for Brother Li."

Huaxie also clenched her fists and echoed: "That's right, we cannot let Brother Li sacrifice himself in vain. Even if the enemy is powerful, we must face him bravely."

Liu Sheng looked at the injured monk in the distance and the complex expressions of Huakai and Huaxie, shook his head, and said: "I, Liu, still have the ambition to cultivate for longevity; after my strength improves, I will join the two of you to avenge fellow practitioner Li."

Having said this, he performed a Daoist salute toward the monk Lingkong high in the air: "Master Lingkong, we have never touched the corpse of the black flood dragon by even a fraction. Since you have a connection with the black flood dragon, then I shall no longer involve myself with this corpse."

After speaking, he did not wait for the monk Lingkong to respond and flew directly in another direction, clearly not intending to meddle in this matter any further.

This scene left the three Chenfengs, who were watching the battle from afar on the ground, astonished; they had originally thought that Immortals were high and mighty,

but now it seemed that these Immortals also needed to worry about cultivation resources and would even fight over them.

The sisters Huakai and Huaxie looked at Liu Sheng's retreating back and smiled miserably.

Huakai looked at her younger sister Huaxie, her eyes full of reluctance and resolve. With her own cultivation, she feared she would be unable to retreat unscathed from this struggle; she herself could die to avenge Brother Li,

but she was even less willing to let her sister follow her to her death.

Huaxie, however, did not shrink back; she held her sister's hand tightly, a determined light flashing in her eyes.

"Sister, we have grown up together since we were small and have experienced so many storms; when have we ever been afraid? Although this monk is strong, he is injured. If we sisters join forces, it is not certain that we lack the power to fight." Huaxie's voice, though soft, revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Upon hearing this, a warm current surged in Huakai's heart. She looked at her sister, a hint of gratification and pride flashing in her eyes.

That was true; the two sisters had relied on each other since they were young, and no matter how great the difficulties they encountered, they had never abandoned each other. Now, facing this sudden crisis, they would work together even more to overcome the difficulty.

"Good, sister, we will face it together. No matter the result, we must be together." Huakai gripped her sister's hand tightly, and as their eyes met, it was as if all fear and unease vanished at this moment.

Just as they were preparing to engage in battle, a gentle voice suddenly sounded: "Two female benefactors, wait a moment before acting." They saw the monk Lingkong slowly descend before them; although his face appeared weary, his eyes revealed a kind of detached tranquility.