The boundless sword intent surged within Fengyun Wujie, threatening to explode out of him. From his high vantage point, he looked down, seeing the ground and sky below. Aside from members of the South Rising North Dipper Sword Sect, there were other shadowy figures. As he soared higher, they all looked up at him in unison.
"Hmph! You all think I've truly mastered the true Xuánmíng Tome? If this book truly belongs to the Sovereign of the Celestial Dark Domain, its mystical power is not limited to this. If you wish to target me, perhaps you should first consider your own capabilities," Fengyun Wujie mused inwardly. Some people, once they are fixated on an idea, will never turn back, no matter what others say. Rather than let these people continue to cause him endless trouble, he might as well use this opportunity to intimidate them. At the very least, the experts he had seen thus far were formidable. Furthermore, Fengyun Wujie had a plan—though the Xuánmíng Tome only had its lower half, with little use, he was different. If he didn't speak about it, these greedy powerhouses would never dare to kill him.
As soon as Fengyun Wujie spoke those words, shock rippled through the surroundings. Even Zi Huang and the others were stunned, not understanding why he would say such things at this critical moment.
"Bring out the true incantation of the Xuánmíng Tome!" Several figures soared up from the mountain's heart, like giant birds, rushing toward Fengyun Wujie.
Fengyun Wujie's eyes turned cold, and with a loud shout, he declared, "Do you think I am just a helpless target? Take this—Heavenly Demon Sword!"
With a booming cry, Fengyun Wujie shot upwards at an even faster speed, flying into the clouds. A thunderous explosion rang through the sky, and around him, the world turned black, fading into the void. His very outline became indistinct as he merged with the surrounding darkness.
A violent gale descended from the sky, the sound of rushing wind filling the air. Silence fell—absolute silence. Even the figures who had been charging toward Fengyun Wujie stopped in their tracks, startled by this strange phenomenon. They hovered cautiously beneath the clouds, observing the mysterious darkness that had swallowed everything.
From within that void, a dense and overwhelming sword intent exploded outward. The sheer force of it made everyone struggle to maintain their composure, channeling all their energy to resist it. Only Zi Huang remained calm, looking up with a flash of shock in his eyes as his long hair billowed.
Fengyun Wujie's form gradually reappeared from the void. He seemed like a different person entirely, cloaked in a misty gray aura, his expression cold and arrogant. With his arms spread wide, he suddenly bellowed, and an earth-shattering sword of light tore through his body, shooting downward at the gathered crowd with lightning speed.
The gigantic, crystal-like black sword enveloped Fengyun Wujie's body, extending endlessly. As it passed through space, the surrounding air shattered, and dark smoke rose from the cracks.
"Trivial tricks!" shouted a figure below, a black-robed martial artist who rose like a meteor to intercept the falling sword. He roared, "Unbounded Demon Fist!"
With a massive, overwhelming punch, he rushed straight for the Heavenly Demon Sword. The Unbounded Demon God had spent over 500,000 years cultivating the Unbounded Demon Fist, a technique so astonishing that each punch created the sound of thunder. In an instant, hundreds of punches were thrown, each one accompanied by the roar of thunder. Upon seeing this, the onlookers exhaled in relief.
Even though Fengyun Wujie's power was immense, it was clear that he couldn't possibly surpass the Unbounded Demon God's 500,000 years of cultivation. Just as everyone prepared to watch the outcome, a deafening crash sounded, and an overwhelming force struck Fengyun Wujie, leaving his limbs and bones feeling as if they were shattering. After that, everything went dark.
From the same direction, an incredibly bizarre scene unfolded. The hundreds of punches from the Unbounded Demon God collided directly with the sword's projection, but the giant sword showed no signs of being blocked. It tore through the fist attacks and continued toward the martial artists below, who had their own hidden motives.
Zi Yu, her mouth agape in disbelief, turned to Zi Huang and said, "How is this possible?! Zi Huang, did you secretly teach him our unique Compulsory Penetration... But no, that technique wouldn't work on ordinary attacks!"
Zi Huang nodded, looking up into the sky, and replied, "His Heavenly Demon Sword absolutely cannot have the penetrating feature. The only explanation is that what we saw was merely an illusion, and the real Heavenly Demon Sword must have already struck the ground before the Unbounded Demon God even arrived!"
Under the Heavenly Demon Sword, several towering mountains collapsed, and dozens of martial artists, whose powers were lower than Fengyun Wujie's but who harbored greedy ambitions, were reduced to ashes.
With a single stroke, Fengyun Wujie did not even glance at the meteor-like punches from the Unbounded Demon God. Instead, he materialized a crystal ice sword beneath his feet, using his sword control technique to soar through the clouds. While there were many who could walk on air across the world, very few could match the swordsmanship of the Sword Control Technique. Among the thousands below, fewer than twenty could match Fengyun Wujie's speed, and none could catch up, except for the Sect Leader of the South Rising North Dipper Sword Sect. Fengyun Wujie was confident he wouldn't pursue.
"Zi Huang, I owe you one!" Fengyun Wujie thought to himself, as he had long sensed that Zi Huang, Zi Yu, and Dong Hou were all under Zi Huang's lead, and Zi Huang harbored no intent to kill him, so he didn't worry.
The five generals of the Demon Domain saw Fengyun Wujie rise into the air on his sword, but the members of the South Rising North Dipper Sword Sect seemed to have no intention of chasing him. They rejoiced, quickly following the direction Fengyun Wujie disappeared. Behind them, dozens of figures soared into the sky, indicating that the temptation of the Xuánmíng Tome was not so easily discarded. The more powerful Fengyun Wujie appeared, the more intense the greed became.
Though the Demon Domain's five generals were far beyond Fengyun Wujie's level, in the blink of an eye, they realized that the figure they had seen in the distance had vanished completely. This left them alarmed and perplexed.
"He can't have gone that far!" Shui Mo said coldly. "You all search the area! If he's escaped this time, it's his own doing."
Behind them, a white-robed martial artist flew in and stopped not far from the five generals. He turned, and along with several other rogue martial artists, began talking. They all appeared bewildered, having no idea how Fengyun Wujie had vanished. After a few pleasantries, the white-robed martial artist nodded and walked away.
As he turned, no one noticed the smug smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth...