Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 298: The Great Calamity of the Floating Void Sect

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: The Great Calamity of the Floating Void Sect

At the summit of Floating Void Mountain, under the command of Du Qi and Wei Fang, five hundred disciples of the Floating Void Sect clenched their hands into handprints, and a series of twisted ancient runes, resembling the words "Floating Void," drifted from the handprints of each Martial Artist, floating towards the Void, converging like an ocean of text in mid-air!

"Activate!" At the same time, the handprints of Du Qi and Wei Fang changed dramatically as they both shouted. Accompanying their shouts, the sea of ancient characters in the sky began to twist and rotate, turning into a whirling vortex of text that merged together, and in an instant, transformed into a huge milky-white whirling cloud. It finally condensed into an enormous fist, as if crafted from misty clouds, and violently slammed down towards the blood-colored sea of fire that was about to reach the mountain’s summit.

The might of a single punch was palpable to Shi Feng; it felt as if a mountainous fist had descended with the power of a Nine-star Martial Sect, a force that, in the past territory of the Heavenly Mist Empire, could have annihilated everything under its blow!

Standing in the midst of the blood-colored sea of fire, Shi Feng lifted his head to see the Big Formation in the sky, the condensed mighty fist bombarding down. He asked Shi Ling, resting on his shoulder, "Are you scared, Ling’er?"

But Shi Ling’s large eyes were also fixated on the sky, on that huge fist, and she shook her head at Shi Feng, saying, "With Brother here, Ling’er isn’t afraid!"

"From now on, as long as brother is here, any force that dares harm our Ling’er, and any villain who dares to hurt her, I will crush them to dust!" Shi Feng said, as the sword pattern on the middle finger of his right hand, the Bloodthirsty Sword, flickered with a blood-colored light. The Bloodthirsty Sword returned to its original form in Shi Feng’s grasp, dyeing the entire sword a chilling white. Then, stabbing the sword straight into the Void.

A fierce, chilling white sword light, like a shooting star shining with a chilling light, raced upwards from below, slashing towards the sky to meet the violently descending milky-white giant fist. The two forces, one large and one small, collided in full view of the onlookers.

"Boom boom boom!" In the sky, as the two powerful forces collided, it was like a clap of thunder on a clear day suddenly exploding, shaking the heavens. It seemed as though the very sky could split open under the roar. The surroundings trembled, and Floating Void Mountain itself shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

Shi Feng stood on the shaking Floating Void Mountain; though his figure swayed with the mountain, his expression was calm and unmoved. After that sword strike, he did not look back at the Void, continuing to step forward, ascending the stone steps towards the mountain’s summit.

And before the eyes of all, the Martial Artists suddenly witnessed the chilling white sword light collide with the milky-white giant fist, which held the power of the Nine-star Martial Sect. After the roar and resulting tremors between heaven and earth, the milky-white giant fist, like mist congealed, gradually faded into the sky. Before long, tranquility once again returned to the world.

"This... truly is an Evil Demon! I originally thought the rumors were false, but seeing with my own eyes now, I realize they were true. The power of the Nine-star Martial Sect, the power of the Nine-star Martial Sect! It was indeed shattered by that Evil Demon’s single sword strike." A Martial Artist was stunned as he gazed at the sky which had returned to serenity, yet the memory of that moment, that strike, and the strong aura of power that radiated, still deeply shocked his heart.

"The might of one sword has reached the power of a Nine-star Martial Sect, and coupled with the rumored Blood-colored Stone Stele, if it releases the legendary Martial Venerable Power, then who in our Heavenly Mist Empire can stop this Mad Demon’s slaughter? After today, the Floating Void Sect, I fear, may become history, disappearing into the rolling waves of time."

"Hmm, that’s right, in the future, whenever someone mentions the Floating Void Sect, it will no longer be referred to as the so-called number one Great Sect," it will become the foil to this Evil Demon, turning into the stepping stone for his lasting fame in history!"

In the Void, standing alongside Princess Zi Yun, the Kirin King showed a face full of astonishment as he said to Princess Zi Yun, "This boy is truly fearsome! I had thought that the rumors of him displaying such great battle power were due to the legendary Heavenly Fire and the Divine Artifact Blood Monument you spoke of, but I never expected his sword skill to be capable of exerting the power of a Nine-star Martial Sect while only in the Five-star Martial Sect Realm. Terrifying, absolutely terrifying! What sword skill is this!"

"Oh, father, I forgot to tell you," hearing the Kirin King’s exclamation, Princess Zi Yun suddenly remembered something and said to the Kirin King, "This person’s legacy comes from none other than Emperor Nine Nether."

"What!" The brief words from Princess Zi Yun made the Kirin King even more shocked, "So that’s how it is! Of course, it is the legacy of Emperor Nine Nether; no wonder his sword skill is so powerful. This boy’s future achievements are beyond imagination. Girl, this lad, you can’t let him slip away easily. With such a genius and such status, even if he cannot stand proudly above all, he can still become a ruler over a region in the Tianheng Continent."

"Father, what are you saying..." When the Kirin King mentioned she should not let Shi Feng go, Princess Zi Yun’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Hehe..." Coming out of his shock, the Kirin King chuckled lightly as he recalled his words, then he continued to watch the happenings at Floating Void Mountain, while in his heart, he had already made up his mind.

At this moment, from bottom to top, the entire Floating Void Mountain was scorched by the blood-colored flames leaving nothing green, save for the summit. The whole mountain, having experienced the fire disaster, looked a pitch-black shade, a stark contrast to the original cloud-shrouded Floating Void Mountain that appeared ethereal and divine, as if inhabited by immortals. It seemed like two completely different mountains.

To the uninformed observer witnessing this mountain at this moment, it would be hard to associate it with the illusory name of Floating Void Mountain. Now it should rather be called Black Mountain, Black Fire Mountain, or perhaps something like Black Ghost Mountain, which would be more apt.

All the blood-colored flames rushed back towards Shi Feng with great speed, drawing back the conflagrating Blood Flames. With the stone steps below Shi Feng’s feet leaving only one more step, he took a light step forward, arriving at the peak of Floating Void Mountain. He then proceeded towards the plaza, crowded with people, one step at a time, his lips parting, already curving into a cold smile.

At this exact moment, the more than five hundred disciples of the Floating Void Sect had all fixed their gaze on the slowly approaching dark figure. Looking at that young, stern face, watching his feet move—"pat, pat, pat, pat..."—the sound of his footsteps seemed to each tap against their hearts, causing a sense of unease in their chests.

Could the great calamity of the Floating Void Sect truly be upon them?

Many disciples couldn’t help thinking in their hearts.