Chapter 2980: Feng Qi
One hoof stomped to death four Corpse Clan Great Saints, the void violently shook, space seemed on the verge of collapse, and a large number of Corpse Clan members were killed by the residual force, turning to ash.
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The old yellow cow was now enormous, its fur gleaming golden, like a golden divine mountain manifesting within the sea of corpse qi.
It bellowed continuously, charging and crashing about.
Wherever it passed, no one could stand against it.
Over a dozen Corpse Clan Great Saints gathered together, each with a ferocious glare and bloodshot eyes, combining their power to condense a ten-thousand-mile corpse river, like a ribbon of cloth, winding toward the old yellow cow.
"Just you? I, Niu Jianqiang, am the disciple of... killing you is as easy as cutting grass."
The two sharp horns of the old yellow cow emitted dark black demonic light, and demonic patterns appeared on its body. Instantly, a peerless, unmatched demonic shadow, wielding a battle axe, manifested in the sky.
The demonic shadow swung the axe, slashing out, severing the corpse river.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
Those Corpse Clan Great Saints exploded one after another like balloons.
Corpse robes shattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
There was no helping it, the gap in cultivation was too great; even united, they were far from a match for the old yellow cow.
The surviving Great Saints of the Wind Clan could finally confirm that the reinforcements had arrived, not a great enemy. Each was stirred with excitement, their blood boiling.
"Such powerful battle might! With this level of cultivation, could it be one of the beings on the *Peerless Scroll*?"
"The beings on the *Peerless Scroll* all shake the world, but I've never heard of one being from the Ox Clan. I think it must be a hidden creature from the Demon God Realm, a pure-blood divine beast."
"Earlier, it said it was the disciple of whom?"
"Didn't catch it."
"It must be from the Demon God Realm. Only the Demon God Realm can cultivate such a powerful Ox Clan expert."
Suddenly, a soul-shaking divine might erupted from the gray, hazy corpse qi.
The Corpse Clan powerhouse who had earlier killed the middle-aged Daoist nun with a lightning bolt in the form of a feather appeared. It stood atop a mountain piled from white bones, its body wreathed in purple-red electric light.
Feng Qianshu's face changed in shock. "It's a Corpse Clan deity!"
"Clatter!"
The Corpse Clan deity standing atop the white bone mountain waved its arm, and a chain over a meter thick flew out, like a steel dragon, crossing several hundred miles to strike at the old yellow cow.
On the chain, divine patterns flowed, and thousands of electric lights flashed.
The old yellow cow sensed the danger, its fur standing on end like golden needles. With its current cultivation, it was far from a match for a deity. Even if the opponent was only a false god!
The thin-faced Daoist had been observing from the edge of the corpse qi sea until now. Finally, he took a step forward, appearing on the old yellow cow's back.
He pointed a finger!
The moment his fingertip touched the flying chain, a "crackling" sound rang out.
The chain broke link by link, the lightning scattered, losing its power.
This finger, after shattering the chain, did not diminish in power. Like an invisible stream of air, it struck the purple-red Corpse Clan false god.
With a miserable scream, the white bone mountain exploded, and the Corpse Clan false god was torn apart by the finger force from afar.
The Wind Clan Great Saints' emotions were turbulent, rising and falling, until they saw the gaunt Daoist on the old yellow cow's back, only then did they calm down.
A Hundred Shackles Realm Great Saint laughed: "It's a deity! A deity has arrived!"
But the thin-faced Daoist was not as excited as they were. Instead, he frowned, watching the fragments of corpse flying past. He was about to reach out and grab a piece.
"The Corpse Clan dares to come behind the Starry Sky Defense Line? What audacity!"
A booming shout rang out, filled with divine power.
"Boom! Boom!"
All the Corpse Clan in the corpse qi sea were shattered by this divine sound, turning to dust. Even the remains of the Corpse Clan false god were no exception.
The thin-faced Daoist had been reaching for one of the divine corpse fragments, but before he could touch it, the fragment scattered like sand, slipping through his fingers.
The opponent's control over power was exquisite. He had killed all the Corpse Clan without harming the thin-faced Daoist, the old yellow cow, or the Wind Clan Great Saints.
With just a single voice, an entire Corpse Clan army was annihilated. This was not something an ordinary deity could do.
"Greetings, True God!"
Over twenty Great Saints of the Wind Clan bowed in unison.
A phoenix cry echoed through heaven and earth.
Moments later, a flame phoenix, its wings spanning a thousand miles and dragging a long tail, flew in from the depths of the cosmos. Entering the corpse qi sea, it instantly incinerated the corpse qi and corpse poison.
The phoenix's body rapidly shrank, condensing into a middle-aged man in his thirties.
"It's True God Feng Qi!"
Feng Qianshu recognized the middle-aged man's identity and bowed again in respect.
"Thank you, True God Feng Qi, for saving our lives."
The Wind Clan Great Saints had all heard of Feng Qi's reputation, and their eyes were filled with awe.
Feng Qi wore a divine robe embroidered with colorful feather patterns, exuding extraordinary bearing. He smiled, "You should thank this Daoist friend instead. If he hadn't arrived first, the consequences would have been dire. May I ask how to address you, friend?"
The thin-faced Daoist glanced at the old yellow cow, which had returned to its normal size, and said, "Yellow Ox Daoist."
Feng Qi looked puzzled. "Forgive my limited experience, but I have never heard of your name before, friend. Which great world do you hail from?"
The thin-faced Daoist was, of course, Zhang Ruochen.
His current appearance was a portrait personally drawn by Tai Shang, enough to deceive even the heavens.
Originally, he had planned to travel with Chi Yao, but he thought that would make them too conspicuous. If an Infinite Realm deity noticed them, their identities might be exposed. So, he decided to travel alone.
Why release Niu Jianqiang from the *Sixth Patriarch's Zen Meditation Diagram*?
It was to confuse the enemy and deliberately leave a flaw.
After all, a suddenly appearing unknown deity would easily arouse suspicion. But adding a stubborn ox made it different.
Would a Hell Realm deity infiltrate the Starry Sky Defense Line and bring an ox?
That would be too foolish.
Trying to sneak into the Starry Sky Defense Line and reach Heavenly Beginning Civilization as an ordinary cultivator was also unrealistic. Otherwise, Hell Realm deities would have already infiltrated it long ago.
Zhang Ruochen had prepared thoroughly. He put on a cold and aloof demeanor, which, combined with his gaunt face, perfectly portrayed a eccentric Daoist.
He didn't even look at Feng Qi. Patting the old yellow cow's neck, he said, "This matter is settled. Let's go."
The old yellow cow said, "Go? We killed the Corpse Clan false god, and we haven't even gotten the divine source yet!"
"Just a divine source." Zhang Ruochen pretended to be disdainful.
Feng Qi looked embarrassed, took out the divine source, and handed it to Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen certainly wouldn't be polite. He took the divine source, glanced at it, a strange look flashing in his eyes, then put it into his space ring and prepared to leave again.
"Senior, please wait!"
Another divine voice came from afar, pleasant to the ear, belonging to a woman.
Moments later, Feng Xi, wearing a starry cloud and wind-snow robe, stepped on a patch of five-colored auspicious clouds, flying out of the darkness. She wore a veil, her long hair tied up in a bun, her skin like congealed fat, white as jade.