Chapter 2666: Unexpected Tragic Death

Feng Yan was burning with rage. He had originally considered various factors and planned to let the five sect leaders of the Confucian Realm live, but unexpectedly, they instead accused him of bullying the weak.

"Boom."

From the eyes of Feng Yan's middle head, two white light pillars surged out, accompanied by dense wind blades, striking the Thousand Character Text.

Each character of the Thousand Character Text was condensed from over a hundred million rules, as heavy as a Holy Mountain. However, the power surging from Feng Yan's pupils was even stronger, like two white heavenly rivers crashing out. After only a brief stalemate, they pierced through the Thousand Character Text.

All the characters annihilated, reverting to their rule form.

That Supreme Realm Great Saint spat blood, his face filled with terror, and rapidly retreated.

The other two Supreme Realm Great Saints attacked in succession, using the Azure Light Heavenly Book and the White Sacred Light Lake to assault Feng Yan's Dao Domain. At the same time, they each unleashed a high-grade Monarch Sacred Artifact, both war weapons nurtured by deities, containing divine power within.

One of the two early-stage 69th-order sect leaders threw out a scroll of military texts. Every character on the scroll transformed into an armored sacred soldier.

In an instant, thousands of troops and horses materialized, majestic in momentum and seething with killing intent.

The other sect leader, who primarily cultivated spiritual power, formed strange hand seals, and an ink sea appeared above his head.

The ink sea was pitch black, its aura icy cold, stretching for hundreds of miles, containing devouring and destructive dark power.

The five sect leaders coordinated perfectly, attacking simultaneously. This formation was many times more powerful than when they fought individually. Even a figure from the "Red Dust Peerless Record" would find it extremely troublesome to deal with and would need to avoid their sharp edge.

However, Feng Yan was no ordinary strongman; he was a figure on the "Peerless Volume." With the same Supreme Realm cultivation, he could fight multiple opponents alone. Even with the five sect leaders joining forces, they could not break through his Dao Domain and defenses.

The eyes of his three heads simultaneously emitted white light pillars, lightning pillars, and flame pillars, clashing with the war weapons unleashed by the three Supreme Realm Great Saints, locked in a stalemate in the void.

The two 69th-order spiritual power Great Saints caused him considerable trouble. Thousands of sacred soldiers charged his Dao Domain, and the black ink sea covered the sun and moon within it. At the same time, they employed ancient spiritual power techniques, directly attacking Feng Yan's sacred soul and spirit.

Wen Jue's eyes were cold, and he said angrily, "These old fellows from the Confucian Realm are too hateful. Each of them has cultivated for over ten thousand years, supreme figures of an ancient sect, yet they join forces to attack Lord Yan alone."

He wanted to rush out of the circle and help Feng Yan.

Zhang Ruochen stopped him and said, "If the esteemed Lord Yan, a descendant of Nuwa, the Empress, can't even handle a few Supreme Realm Great Saints, wouldn't that be a hollow reputation?"

"But, Book Master..."

Wen Jue was anxious and worried, but before he could continue, a scream came from outside. He looked over and was shocked to find that Chen Tiantu, one of the five sect leaders of the Confucian Realm, had his defense breached by Feng Yan, who pierced his chest with a spear.

Great Saint sacred blood flew everywhere, scattering like flower petals.

A bowl-sized bloody hole appeared in Chen Tiantu's chest. He retreated in extreme embarrassment, his aura greatly diminished.

Yun Zhongjun tried to sneak attack, using a six-element Monarch Sacred Artifact-level red serpent-shaped sacred sword that transformed into a dozens-of-zhang-long flood dragon, attacking Feng Yan's back like a meteor.

Feng Yan's left head sank its eyes, and his hands formed a Wind God Seal technique.

The circular Wind God Seal, two zhang in diameter, hovered behind Feng Yan. Within the seal, seven ancient patterns and secret diagrams emerged, blocking the sacred sword while releasing seven water-barrel-thick lightning bolts.

"Pfft."

Yun Zhongjun was sent flying like a scarecrow, crashing into the purple-blue chaotic sea.

Strands of chaotic mist, like chains, wrapped around his body, imprisoning him.

"Bang."

Feng Yan moved as fast as the wind, shifting his form three times in succession, unleashing three Supreme-level high-rank sacred arts, blasting the Great Saint holding the Azure Light Heavenly Book and the two spiritual power Great Saints all flying.

Feng Yan's combat power was so strong that the cultivators of the Book Realm and the Heavenly Dragon Realm were all stunned.

Mikael stood atop a distant lamp tower, his posture outstanding, a strange look in his eyes. "The five sect leaders of the Confucian Realm joined forces, yet they couldn't hold out for a quarter of an hour against him. What opportunity did this Feng Yan obtain in the Nuwa Divine Realm?"

Beside Mikael stood a woman who also had twelve white wings.

She radiated holy light, a halo floating above her head, her face indistinct, but her figure was extremely beautiful, with a slender waist, straight and slender legs, and an elegant temperament, like an incarnation of holiness.

This woman was Guna Fairy from the "Nine Beauties Immortal Painting."

Legend had it that Guna Fairy was born with six wings, her body flowing with the most ancient angel bloodline. Possessing this bloodline, as long as she didn't die young, she would definitely become a deity in the future.

Guna Fairy said, "Three heads and six arms are one of the oldest and most powerful physiques in the entire Pangu Realm. It's not strange that Feng Yan has achieved what he has."

"Unfortunately, it's rare to see someone with three heads and six arms, but today he will die here." Mikael sneered, somewhat eager to personally defeat Feng Yan.

...

"Boom."

Yun Zhongjun spat out thirty-six flying swords from his mouth, cutting through the chaotic mist, breaking free from Feng Yan's Dao Domain, and roared, "Use the 'Six Arts War Chart'!"

The other four Confucian Realm sect leaders turned into four streaks of light and converged with Yun Zhongjun.

A purple scroll flew out from Yun Zhongjun's back.

The scroll slowly unfurled, releasing pure and extreme righteous qi, along with thread-like purple divine qi. The power unleashed by the chart suppressed Feng Yan's Dao Domain.

The chaotic qi within the domain seemed frozen, unable to flow.

Even Feng Yan's sacred dao rules were immobilized by the chart's power, unable to be freely invoked.

The so-called "Six Arts" referred to Rites, Music, Archery, Charioteering, Calligraphy, and Mathematics.

Under the joint activation of the five sect leaders, the war chart enveloped Feng Yan's Dao Domain. The purple-blue chaotic sea became a small lake within the chart, and Feng Yan's body was fixed at the center of the small lake.

The Six Arts War Chart depicted six Confucian cultivators wearing different robes.

One wore a blue scholar's robe, hands clasped in a bow, polite and courteous, representing "Rites."

One was an old Confucian scholar with kind eyes, wearing a luxurious robe, sitting under a willow tree playing a zither, representing "Music."

One was a middle-aged man in tight white martial attire and riding breeches, drawing a bow to its full moon, hitting a target from a hundred paces, representing "Archery."

...

At this moment, the six cultivators, originally sketched by the Fourth Confucian Ancestor, came to life, standing upright from the scroll, erupting with auras far stronger than any of the five Confucian Realm sect leaders.

They even emitted divine power.

Zhang Ruochen had never met the Fourth Confucian Ancestor, but the moment the Six Arts War Chart unfurled, he was certain it must be his left-behind ink treasure.

Zhang Ruochen asked Wen Jue, "How did a war chart left by the Fourth Confucian Ancestor end up in the hands of Confucian Realm cultivators?"

Wen Jue was also somewhat puzzled and speculated, "Perhaps when the Kunlun Realm Merit Battlefield opened, Confucian Realm cultivators seized it from Kunlun Realm. Of course, it's also possible that the Six Arts War Chart had long been circulating in the mortal world and, by chance, fell into Yun Zhongjun's hands."

"Fortunately, the Six Arts War Chart wasn't painted during the Fourth Confucian Ancestor's peak period; otherwise, its unleashed power would be a thousand times stronger than now."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head with a smile. If it were truly a war chart from the Fourth Confucian Ancestor's peak, how could it appear in the hands of a Great Saint realm cultivator?

But even so, the current Six Arts War Chart was priceless, an extraordinary treasure.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen's gaze fell on the war weapons in the hands of the five Confucian Realm sect leaders, and he thought to himself, "For Chen Yuan to advance to the Supreme Sacred Artifact level, it needs to devour a large number of Monarch Sacred Artifacts. If I rely on purchasing, the cost is too great. Tonight might be an opportunity."

Linglong Fairy walked out from the Green Pear Garden, gazing at Feng Yan trapped in the war chart, her eyes full of worry. "No one expected the Confucian Realm to possess a treasure like the Six Arts War Chart. We need to act to help Lord Yan escape."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said calmly, "Don't step out of the circle; it's dangerous outside. Especially you, Fairy. Your main task is to wield the divine talisman and deal with the Peach Blossom that might appear at any time."

"But Lord Yan..." Linglong Fairy said.

Zhang Ruochen interrupted her, "No need to worry about him. To us, these old fellows from the Confucian Realm pose no threat. The greatest threat is still the Peach Blossom. Only by luring him out first and dealing with him can we have a chance to survive today. Otherwise, it's certain death."

Linglong Fairy looked at Zhang Ruochen with a very complex expression, finding it hard to understand how this man could utter the words "certain death" so lightly.

She was about to ask how to lure out the Peach Blossom when a powerful surge of energy erupted outside the circle, accompanied by a deafening roar that forced Linglong Fairy and Wen Jue to step back several paces.

Within Feng Yan's chaotic Dao Domain, a scene of heaven splitting and earth cleaving appeared.

A divine shadow, whose height was immeasurable, emerged from the chaos, breaking through the suppression of the Six Arts War Chart.

This divine shadow was a female figure, with a human upper body and a serpentine lower body, exuding an unparalleled ancient charm. Although it was just a shadow, the aura it emitted was even stronger than the divine might of a false god.

"It's the Nuwa Divine Shadow! He can actually awaken Nuwa's ancient power." One of the Confucian Realm sect leaders exclaimed in shock.

"Wind Spirit Art!"

Feng Yan released a powerful surge of divine power, executing the Feng family's ancestral divine ability.

To cultivate a divine ability to its great completion, one must first store divine qi within the body.

The Wind Spirit Art, which Feng Yan had cultivated to great completion, was his strongest trump card.

"Boom."

As the divine ability was unleashed, it pierced through the six figures in the Six Arts War Chart and sent the five sect leaders flying like five fallen leaves.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen reached into the void, and the Six Arts War Chart rolled up, appearing in his hand.

One treasure acquired!

Feng Yan naturally wouldn't miss this chance. He used a high-level clone sacred art, splitting his body into five, preparing to capture the five Confucian Realm sect leaders.

But just then, an unexpected change occurred.

One of his clones had just grabbed Yun Zhongjun, the sect leader of the Heavenly Rites Sect.

Yun Zhongjun's old face suddenly twisted in extreme pain, a dry sound escaping his throat, looking ferocious.

"What's wrong with you?"

The moment Feng Yan asked this, Yun Zhongjun's Supreme Dharma Body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, even his indestructible Great Saint bones turning to powder.