Chapter 627: Fei and the Tree (Bonus Chapter—Requesting Moon Tickets)

"No! The enemy's siege engines are too powerful—our sect's formation won't hold much longer!"

On the main peak of the Blood Shadow Sect, the Blood Shadow Ancestor, a doll-like figure, let out a shriek.

"Expected. The warfare methods of the Zhou Shenchao have always far surpassed our outlying lands..."

The Wu Dian Master of the Shangshen Palace sighed: "Didn't the Flying Sword Sect and the Corpse Driving Sect also have great formations? How did they fare?"

He felt a pang of regret—he had heard that the Natural Ancestor was a true master of formations, but alas, he never met him; that man had defected to the Killing Sect!

His gaze shifted, and he saw elders of the Shangshen Palace standing beside a strange eight-treasure lotus pool, holding divine lamps and silently chanting.

With each recitation of scripture, a thick layer of incense coins in the pool mysteriously vanished...

Seeing this, his heart ached again: "The trump card cannot be used lightly, nor can the three hundred Arhats of the Golden Temple—then, please, 'Divine Beggar,' take the first move."

"Perfect."

The beggar-clad giant laughed aloud, and a vast, surging Yang Shen thought-stream shot straight out of the Blood Shadow Sect's formation.

He dared not penetrate the enemy ranks, instead waving his hand to launch three jade talismans.

Within the talismans, several incomplete golden runes suddenly erupted in brilliant light.

Amid the radiance, three golden-armored divine figures emerged, roared, and charged toward the trebuchets.

"Hmph? Yang Shen combat power?"

The Black Dharma King glanced over, unimpressed and unwilling to act.

This wasn't the enemy's top-tier force—the Poisonous Hand Scholar had other plans.

Indeed!

The six Grand Priests roared in unison, tore off their robes, and transformed into war beasts as tall as city walls.

These beasts resembled oxen, each with a single eye and a serpent-like tail, vaguely resembling the mythical 'Fei'!

More crucially, yellow-green mists swirled around them, radiating the aura of plague.

Clearly, anyone who approached would be required to undergo a physical examination—if they failed, they would be afflicted with various plagues and diseases...

The three golden-armored divine figures had a limited duration; after destroying a few siege engines, their forms grew translucent and were instantly scattered by the six Fei beasts, whose serpentine tails whipped through, tearing one golden god apart in an instant...

Roar! Roar!

Two of the Fei beasts continued attacking the golden gods, while the remaining four roared and charged straight into the formation!

From within a paper house inside the Blood Shadow Sect, an army of paper warriors burst forth, countless paper money fluttering as paper arrows struck the Fei beasts—yet they scraped like guasha, inflicting no serious damage.

Worse, the yellow-green plague mist was rapidly seeping into the formation.

Even with formation protection, lower-cultivation disciples began showing symptoms of plague.

"What is this? Beast warfare? Bio-warfare?"

Fang Xing, witnessing this, found himself too drained to even complain.

"Here we go again—those war beasts."

Inside the Blood Shadow Sect, the Wu Dian Master turned to the Black Feather Daoist: "This round, Brother Daoist, please intervene!"

"Hmm, our sect still has one spiritual treasure..."

The Black Feather Daoist smiled faintly, about to fly out—then his expression changed: "Those reckless fools of the Killing Sect have no sense of decorum!"

A long howl echoed—and the Poisonous Hand Scholar had already launched himself into battle!

The battlefield shifts in an instant—it's never about responding to each move!

It's certainly not like playing cards: you play one, and the opponent waits to see what you play before responding!

Fine...

More likely, the Killing Sect are all madmen who never care about optimal strategies.

The Poisonous Hand Scholar simply acted on a sudden impulse—and charged in.

"In the name of destruction..."

"Offer up sacrifices to my lord!"

The Poisonous Hand Scholar's body dissolved, revealing his vast, sky-piercing Yang Shen true form.

He had no physical body to begin with; his form dissolving made it easy—now, a small black hammer materialized in his grasp.

Terrifying destructive energy swirled around the hammer, exuding suffocating pressure.

"Bad! The Poisonous Hand Scholar has struck directly!"

The Wu Dian Master of the Blood Shadow Sect roared: "Summon the Third Generation Ancestor!"

In an instant, a golden light descended, revealing a clay-and-gold statue.

This Third Generation Ancestor manifested a three-headed, six-armed form, entirely crimson-gold, vaguely resembling the earlier golden-armored giants.

Each arm held a treasure.

The spiritual radiance of each treasure rivaled the chessboard in the Black Dharma King's hand—undoubtedly of the caliber of a sect's supreme artifact.

The six treasures blazed with their own light, then merged into one, forming a magnificent canopy that blocked the now-enlarged hammer of destruction.

Boom!

The hammer in the Poisonous Hand Scholar's hand swelled to dwarf a mountain peak, crashing into the six-colored canopy.

The terrifying shockwave swept across, making the entire Blood Shadow Sect's mountain gate tremble violently, as if struck by an earthquake shaking the earth's veins.

"The Left Messenger has moved—now it's our turn."

The Black Dharma King's eyes flashed with sharp light: "After this battle, perhaps I can finally touch the bottleneck of the Yang Shen post-stage."

With that, he glared defiantly at Fang Xing, then transformed into a streak of black light: "Black Dharma King stands here—who dares challenge me?"

"Amitabha!"

"Wu Liang Tian Zun!"

As Buddhist and Daoist chants rang out, a withered old monk and the Black Feather Daoist appeared.

The Daoist's hand revealed a strange bracelet, murmuring incantations.

Po!

The Golden Bracelet trembled slightly, then reappeared atop the chessboard, firmly sealing the Black Dharma King's artifact. The withered monk, though emaciated, glowed faintly golden; he pressed his palms together, and a colossal golden Swastika symbol emerged.

Together, the Daoist and monk matched the Black Dharma King, a Yang Shen mid-stage cultivator.

The White Dharma King, seeing this, immediately manifested her Thousand-Armed White Bodhisattva form, ready to assist.

But one after another, Yang Shen manifestations erupted from the Blood Shadow Sect's mountain gate, halting her advance by even a single step.

"Hmph? They're sending out all their elites."

Fang Xing, witnessing this, couldn't help but sigh.

Protected by the formation, the mid- and lower-tier forces had yet to clash—but the top-tier combat power was already clear.

The six Fei beasts, transformed from the Grand Priests, could each be counted as six Yang Shen combatants.

Once the jade talisman golden gods were destroyed, they could unite and assault the formation.

The monk and Daoist, plus the old beggar, barely held off the Black and White Protectors.

"That leaves four Yang Shen True Lords from the sect leaders... against six Grand Priests..."

Not a single error, not a single misstep, not a single detail missed!

Fang Xing nodded, then shook his head, turning his gaze to the Poisonous Hand Scholar's battlefield.

He could clearly see the Poisonous Hand Scholar held the upper hand; the Third Generation Ancestor, wielding the 'Jing Tian Six Treasures,' was barely holding on.

Why, then, had the Seven Sects mustered only six treasures?

Naturally, one sect couldn't contribute one...

"It's time for the decisive move."

Somehow, Fang Xing felt a sudden intuition.

Roar! Roar!

Indeed, the next instant, strange beasts burst forth from the Blood Shadow Sect's formation.

These beasts resembled tigers and leopards, each ferocious beyond measure, moving with astonishing speed.

Above, flocks of giant birds composed of white bone descended like dark clouds.

"These are clearly the Yu Ling Sect's doing—and they're all cannon fodder!"

Fang Xing's eyes flickered—he saw, behind the countless beasts, three hundred strange golden-bodied Arhats.

"It's my turn to act—otherwise, if the Killing Sect suffers heavy losses, I gain nothing."

He sent out an intention—and two clouds of insects appeared in the sky.

Hu hu!

Countless white frost ants coalesced, exhaling freezing breath that turned the world into an ice age.

The white-bone flying birds in the sky froze into ice sculptures, crashing down into the beast ranks, shattering endlessly.

The beasts screamed as jade-armored beetles devoured them...

Fang Xing flew to the front of the army, his natural spiritual light flickering continuously.

—Group Natural Summoning!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rows of tree-men emerged, towering like giants reaching heaven and earth.

One three-headed, six-armed tree-man roared to the sky—its furious rage solidified into flame, igniting it completely.

—Legendary: Burning Tree Guardian!

It smashed down a fist—and instantly, over a dozen golden-bodied Arhats turned into golden pancakes.

The charging formation of the golden-bodied Arhats halted, staring at the towering tree-men—ten times taller, dozens of times stronger, like unbreakable walls—and each face filled with terror and despair.

BOOM!

Row upon row of tree spirits advanced, and wherever they passed—whether Golden Body Arhats, demonic beasts, paper dolls, shadow puppets, or even flesh-and-blood disciples of the sect—all were reduced to pulp.

"There are still Yangshen tree demons? So many?"

From the Blood Shadow Sect side, Master Wu stared at this scene, nearly in despair.

"No!"

The Blood Shadow Ancestor, like a porcelain doll, glared with eyes about to burst.

Then they all turned to Fang Xing: "This is a summoning technique—kill the master, and it will surely dissipate, forcing them back!"

"Master Wu?"

The Blood Shadow Sect Master shot forward as a streak of bloodlight, and suddenly a shadow puppet and a partially torn paper doll appeared beside him.

On the paper doll lingered a thread of divine intent: "Who would have thought that in this age, there still exists such an outstanding junior…"

It was unmistakably a hidden treasure of the Blood Shadow Sect—a being who had fully entrusted his soul to the paper doll!

"Oh? The Blood Shadow Sect's reserves aren't bad—they've hidden two Yangshen combatants…"

Fang Xing didn't care.

Moreover, at the moment of a sect's annihilation, the desperate struggles of its ancestors down to its disciples were strangely entertaining.

Crushing them gave one the same satisfaction as stomping on an ant nest or kicking over a sandcastle.

"Too bad… far from enough."

A spirit light appeared, and Fang Xing's form suddenly transformed.

WHOOSH!

Winds rose, clouds churned, thunder roared.

——Jiao Dragon Transformation!

——Call Wind, Summon Rain!

In an instant, Fang Xing became a hundred-meter-long white jade Jiao Dragon, with two horns on its head, four claws on its belly, a serpent's body and a fish's tail, and dragon whiskers!

Even more astonishing was the overwhelming aura radiating from the Jiao Dragon—far greater than before.

This was the enhancement and transformation brought by that trace of natural divinity.

Fang Xing drew a deep breath, then suddenly exhaled a sheet of white flame.

——Jiao Dragon's Breath!

"Ahh!"

Amid screams, the Blood Shadow Sect Master was first severely wounded; the paper doll and shadow puppet made no sound at all, instantly reduced to ash in the white dragon flame!

(End of Chapter)