The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 497 - 309: Launching an Attack

Chapter 497: Chapter 309: Launching an Attack

One hundred and fifty years ago, after the Sword God was defeated by the Swordman, a great number of swordsmen emerged in worldly society. And in the time since, due to Swordman Nangong Duanjian’s steady hold on the second spot of the Heavenly List, the number of swordsmen has increased year by year.

Among these swordsmen, there are naturally those with extraordinary achievements in the Sword Path, and Kong Xuankong was one of these talented individuals. It was rumored that even the Swordman was moved by his talent and once wanted to take Kong Xuankong as a disciple, but for some reason, the matter of discipleship fell through.

In fact, it was widely whispered in worldly society that the Swordman ultimately gave up on taking Kong Xuankong as a disciple because he couldn’t stand his ruffian character.

Yes, his ruffian character.

Kong Xuankong, known by the grand title of "Universal Blade Lord," was a thorough and complete troublemaker, a ruffian through and through.

Feng Tianming, however, had not expected that this troublemaker would come to Northern Zhou to stir up trouble, targeting the very Nirvana Ceremony he had painstakingly planned.

"Kong Xuankong, if you retreat, I promise you, there will be a generous reward afterwards!" Feng Tianming tried to persuade Kong Xuankong to leave.

"It’s useless, Your Majesty, Kong Xuankong is just shameless..."

Cold Eunuch hadn’t finished speaking when Kong Xuankong cut in, "Really? Well then, thanks to the Emperor of Northern Zhou."

Cold Eunuch’s words choked in his throat.

Even Feng Tianming, who tried to say a few more words to test the waters, was stunned.

Kong Xuankong was known for being notoriously thick-skinned, the kind that once stuck, you couldn’t shake off. Today, no one knew what got into him, but he was actually persuaded to back off.

This was a good thing, after all, as the Nirvana Ceremony could continue.

"Imperial Sister, it seems that even the heavens are on my side. Jue Sheng, if not now, when would you act?" Feng Tianming shouted loudly.

A dim sword light suddenly flashed by, piercing through the neck of the soaring Five-Colored Phoenix and causing its momentum to greatly diminish.

"To sever life, to cut off vitality, an assassin from Doomed Hall." Witnessing the phoenix’s Dharma Image being damaged, Cold Eunuch murmured as a gray qi, like a parasite, eroded all vitality.

"Your Majesty, it seems I have underestimated you."

Even Cold Eunuch, who had been with Feng Tianming all this time, didn’t know when he had made contact with an assassin from Doomed Hall, especially with Jue Sheng, one of the top-ranking assassins of Doomed Hall.

From a distance, Qing Yu was also shocked by Feng Tianming’s maneuver. ’An assassin from Doomed Hall, when did he get together with Feng Tianming? Could it be...’

Qing Yu suddenly thought of something.

At the end of the battle in Divine Capital, the Great Zen Temple had all but secured victory. But at that moment, an assassin from Doomed Hall suddenly appeared, delivering a fatal blow with the Sword of Doom that could kill warriors in the Divinity Realm to Xin Wen, the abbot of the Mahayana Institute presiding over the battle for Divine Capital.

That sword claimed the life of Xin Wen, the second highest master of the Zen Sect, and halted the sect’s progressing momentum.

This ensured that while Northern Zhou still had the conflicts between Mountain River Academy and the Zen Sect, no major battles had broken out.

’If it really is as I suspect, then Feng Tianming has played a good hand in the art of balance. His schemes are truly deep.’

The battle for Divine Capital was a thing of the past, not to be mentioned for now. But for today’s Nirvana Ceremony, Feng Tianming had quietly set up an ambush with a warrior of the Divinity Realm and used righteousness and morality as shackles to trap Meng Shanhe and Zhuge Longsu, covering all bases.

’It’s just a pity he hasn’t considered that there is another, the Shadow King, keeping an eye on Northern Zhou.’ Qing Yu thought to himself.

The pitch-black blade light reappeared, without a ripple or a sound--it just emerged abruptly, forcing back the top assassin Jue Sheng of Doomed Hall who was about to sneak attack on Feng Mingxiao.

"Kong Xuankong!!" Feng Tianming bit his teeth, forcibly ejecting three words from his mouth.

"Ah, upon further thought, I, Kong Xuankong, am already decades old and yet still unmarried; it is undoubtedly because I have done too few acts of heroic rescue. Thus today, I decided to try out what effect playing the hero to save the damsel in distress would have."

The cheerful speech echoed in the air, followed by another streak of blade light, appearing out of nowhere beside Cold Eunuch, almost taking one of his arms.

"Let’s take this battle to the heavens, The palace does not wish to harm my nephew and niece, and you all must also be afraid that the palace would slay Feng Tianming, that muddle-headed ruler," she said.

Clad in colorful lights that swirled around her, her flowing garments dancing, Feng Mingxiao seemed like an Outer Heaven Flying Immortal, ascending into the sky on the back of a Five-Colored Flying Phoenix.

"Chase her!" Feng Tianming urged hastily.

If Feng Mingxiao were to escape, the plan for the Nirvana Ceremony would completely fall through.

"We take someone’s money to rid them of disasters. Doomed Hall, of course, will not fail to live up to its reputation." A chilling, hoarse, and queer voice fell, and a shadow like a thin black line passed through the air; Jue Sheng was the first to pursue.

"Well then, you should be careful, Your Majesty," Cold Eunuch said with a strange laugh, following close behind in pursuit.

That Ninth Prince had not yet appeared, and Cold Eunuch’s instinct told him that given the Ninth Prince’s constantly low-key schemes, if he were to make a move, it would certainly be with a thunderous strike.

However, Feng Tianming seemed not to have taken that into consideration; his thoughts were always on Feng Mingxiao.

As booming noises erupted in the distant sky, Feng Tianming clenched his fists tightly, "That’s the power, that’s what I have longed for..."

’The time has come.’ Qing Yu disappeared from where he stood.

Harmonizing Light with Dust.

To blend with its light and to harmonize with its dust, profound as if it were existent.

His figure flickered repeatedly, traversing the vast distance within a few breaths, his presence seemingly there yet not; Qing Yu calmly passed through the flames arisen from the Nirvana Sacrificial Array Plate, without causing even the slightest ripple.

The Undying Seal Technique·Life into Destruction.

Enveloped by the aura of neither life nor death, Qing Yu seemed like a non-existent phantom, not stirring the slightest noise or disturbance, quietly placing his hands on Feng Tianming’s back.

[Now is the moment.]

A strong thought, through the connection between the Tribulation Master and the Tribulation Slave, bridged the vast distance, and reached the heart of the Nine Dragon Sky Array in the underground of the Imperial Palace, the burial ground of three generations of Northern Zhou’s Emperor.

"Returning Dragon Changing Cauldron Technique."

Feng Jiu suddenly released his aura; the inherent attraction of shared origin caused three golden dragons to fly out from three golden columns of Qi, bursting into his head from the Heavenly Spirit cover.

"You... Ninth Brother!!" In that moment, through the connection between the Dragon Veins, Feng Tianming saw that figure in the dark underground palace, filled with the Dragon Vein Qi.

It was the rebellious son he had always loathed, Ninth Prince Feng Jiu.

The tremor of his mind allowed Qing Yu’s originally silent, unnoticeable, and non-flactuating attack to hit its mark directly. The Undying Seal Technique transformed life into death, intensifying the injuries within Feng Tianming’s body, devouring his vitality.

"Hmm?"

It was only upon direct contact that Qing Yu could see through the frailty beneath Feng Tianming’s outward appearance of strength. Inside him, vitality was sparse; in such a state, not to mention two years, he might not even live for two more days.

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