Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1222: Tumbling Down

Its voice was clear and cold. It gently spread from the pitch-black night sky, instilling fear in the cultivators below.

Despite the remote location, the destruction of Jiuzhen Palace remained a significant event in the monk world. After hearing the cold and calm voice, they finally realized whose voice the young man's in the sky belonged to. Almost simultaneously, the words "Ye Feng's voice" emerged in their minds!

As the voice sank low, Ye Fengsheng's spirit surged throughout his body. The passionate momentum was like boiling water, completely encompassing him, so that from a distance, people could only see an illusory figure.

Ye Fengsheng took a step forward in the void. The mountain trembled, the plants too. As the Great Realm shifted uneasily, countless gravel rolled down in waves.

The steel wings soared across the sky. Due to the speed, the blue skeleton unleashed a sharp sonic boom in the sky, like an airplane just crossing the heavens, deafeningly loud. The bird's beak, capable of shattering everything in the world, opened and closed slightly, brewing a visible blue light, emitting a highly dangerous aura.

Ye Fengsheng's eyes remained, his body growing rather than slowing down. As the spirit flowed out, the places he passed bloomed with water-colored lotuses, vivid and lifelike. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Seeing the distance between man and beast rapidly decrease, Ye Fengsheng clenched his jaw, gripping the trembling knife handles, too forcefully holding the blades. Suddenly his footsteps halted for a long time, his body motionless at its original spot. With accumulated strength, he clutched the sword, spun half a circle. The energy covering the fiery-red sword, thrown out like iron, carved a huge golden-red crescent, slashing the night sky, while subtly fracturing the space.

The water-colored lotuses floated down, variously covering the sky, but could not block the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle that touched the sword.

The blue light hidden in the bird beak finally blossomed, albeit seemingly half a minute late. Whether because the blade was too swift or its energy accumulation too slow, however, in the end they connected. After a brief silence, a loud explosion enough to deafen any cultivator without aura protection erupted from where they merged, instantly enveloping the entire sky.

The sky was like a pond amidst a storm, filled with impact and ripples.

In this frenzy, Ye Feng's face remained unchanged, his eyes glistening. After locking that huge skeleton in the air, his fingertips slightly curled, and his brow furrowed, somewhat puzzled.

To relax during the journey, I once calculated like a gigantic elephant. Not dangerous. But now, the Bone Spirit Green Eagle had gone mad. Today, a death struggle between us is inevitable. In this situation, regardless of calculation, it should be Jiedan Realm's self demise. In essence, it is vital. The divination image should be a life of nine deaths. How could there be no danger?

Brow furrowed deep, Ye Fengsheng couldn't recall much. Wrapped in the surging aura, the giant green skeleton pierced through, once more charging towards him.

Let the red dagger hover around him, Ye Fengsheng's palm ignited with an illusory flame. He inhaled, hands spread open, a huge transparent, illusory fireball appeared in his palm, blooming in the night sky. As he gazed intently, his arm trembled; flames refining the world's thousands of souls shattered the Bone Elf's green sculpture.

It seemed to recognize the transparent and illusory flame's trait. As the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle descended slowly, dodging sideways, countless visible fierce winds swarmed out like bees towards Ye Feng.

The fierce wind was like blades. Now, it seemed hundreds and thousands of sharp steel knives appeared in the sky, tearing through the air, roaring towards Ye Feng.

While still present, Ye Fengsheng's body brimmed with water color and spiritual energy. At the same time, he dispelled the fierce winds. Concurrently, his heart moved. A golden palm visible to naked eyes materialized in the sky. After three breaths, Ye Fengsheng vanished from his original place, golden palm falling into the air, shattering Bone Spirit Green Eagle.

"Bang!"

The deep sound echoed from the heavens. Everyone's ears clearly heard the sound of bone fracturing. No blood, but like a mushroom cloud exploded through conduction, countless shattered blue-green fragments scattered all around, embedded in the incredibly hard mountains.

Even the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle, breaking countless bones with its incredibly hard skeleton within Ye Fengsheng's records. The huge body fell like a meteor from the sky, heavily striking the ground, shaking the earth, sky filled with smoke and dust. Simultaneously, several monks nearly unable to stand fell to the ground, legs weakened.

The entire earth seemed to begin shaking violently, almost like an earthquake; a bottomless black crack spread from the pit it planted, gradually disintegrating the mountain.

"What is your plan?"

Dragged to another sky by Ye Fengsheng, Ying Luo gazed at the smoke and dust on the ground. Her beautiful face appeared tense. Even the wind in her Danfeng eyes transformed into deep fear.

The great power of his voice unintentionally turned Ye Feng's voice back. After the "bad" thought flashed in his mind, he tried resisting the delightful internal tremors caused by impact. He rotated his body in midair to deflect most of the force. Upon landing, he pulled out a deep valley, like a ragdoll tossed out, rolling and crashing randomly, leveraging the grass and wood behind him. With Ying Luo's help, he halted the physical degradation.

Raising his head, his face paler than paper, the eyes once bright as stars now becoming much blurred.

"Ye Fengsheng, are you alright?"

Ying Luo's face didn't look good either. She couldn't have imagined that the Bone Spirit Green sculpture harbored such a hidden hand before its death? As a fierce beast, she felt incredibly guilty for failing to perceive the separation and causing Ye Fengsheng harm.

Ye Fengsheng stretched his hand, covering his mouth. Blood welled from the gaps between his fingers. His Adam's apple rolled up and down. He couldn't speak for a while.

Only now did he finally understand the meaning behind Yu Tong and Fang Dazi's words "Immortal." Just now, the skull didn't contain ferocious animal power but a surging, burgeoning growth turning everything to naught - air!

This is Nether River!

This green bone sculpture was not a fierce beast at all! It's a shadow beast! It's the Nether River Beast resurrected from his flesh three hundred years ago! If you can't achieve your goal in a day, you will live forever!

He grasped Ying Luo's wrist, Ye Fengsheng's eyes tightly locked onto the blue head before them. As he breathed, the ground became numb.

Less than three breaths later, an icy, trembling aura spread from the bottomless ground.

Not very cold. It was a phantom, seemingly dragging souls into Jiu You, making everyone around tremble amidst two fierce battles.

Simultaneously, those blue skeletons, under the empty palm fragmenting inch by inch, transformed into fragments, reconnected, merging into the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle in the sky, all cultivators trembling, watching!

Looking up, that sharp voice soared straight to the clouds, almost as huge as the sky silver sands from the top gathered again. The rich purple even more splendid than before!

"A big event is happening."