Chapter 793: Four-Winged Silver Wings
He could not sit and wait for death.
Finally, Feng Han lost patience. He activated his Saint Soul Domain, focused his spiritual power completely, and cautiously retreated six steps.
"Since you won't make a move, I'll leave first."
Feng Han took out a sacred edict and held it in his hand.
As sacred qi was infused into the edict, a mass of blood qi surged out from it, enveloping Feng Han's body.
"Whoosh!"
With the help of the edict's sacred power, Feng Han instantly burst forth with speed comparable to a Saint. Transforming into a streak of blood light, he shot upward, attempting to flee.
However, the blood-colored radiance had only risen about three zhang high. Above him, a tearing sound rang out—"Chi!"—as a spatial rift dozens of meters long split open.
The spatial rift, like a massive black mouth, materialized out of thin air.
Feng Han had been on guard, so he did not panic. He immediately adjusted his trajectory, changing his flight direction. Before the spatial rift's devouring force could even reach him, he had already dashed to the left.
But ahead of him, a translucent figure materialized out of nowhere, blocking his path. It was Zhang Ruochen, wearing the Meteor Invisibility Cloak.
Feng Han's eyes darkened, and a surge of unstoppable momentum erupted from his body. He muttered, "Sword Two."
With the sacred edict's power, Feng Han's speed was already at its peak.
He executed Sword Two, instantly closing in on Zhang Ruochen. The Sky-Soaring Sword dragged a long sword beam, thrusting toward Zhang Ruochen's heart.
Facing Feng Han's strike, Zhang Ruochen remained expressionless. He did not even use Spatial Displacement to dodge.
If he dodged, Feng Han would surely flee, and Zhang Ruochen would have no way to hold him back. He could only watch helplessly as Feng Han took the Sky-Soaring Sword back to the Undying Blood Clan.
If his master knew that the Sky-Soaring Sword had fallen into the hands of the Undying Blood Clan, he would never rest in peace even in death.
A Saint's speed was extremely fast, but Feng Han was ultimately not a Saint. He could not fully control such speed. His execution of Sword Two was aimed at a single, fatal blow, with no follow-up variations.
Thus, Zhang Ruochen was not without a chance to fight back.
"Between moments of time, an instant leaves no trace."
Zhang Ruochen wielded the Void Sword, captured a Time Imprint, and merged it into his sword technique.
Suddenly, the sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand vanished without a trace.
"Bang!"
Feng Han drove the Sky-Soaring Sword into Zhang Ruochen's chest, and a sharp force surged from the sword tip.
At the same time, the Void Sword slashed across Feng Han's shoulder, severing his entire arm and spilling a large pool of blood.
The bloody arm and the Sky-Soaring Sword fell from midair, dropping into the jungle below.
Zhang Ruochen took the full force of the Sky-Soaring Sword's strike. His body felt as if it had been rammed by an iron mountain. A violent tearing sensation spread through him, and his vision went dark, as if his soul were about to scatter.
"Pfft!"
His internal organs suffered severe damage, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Like a cannonball, Zhang Ruochen flew backward, crashing into the ground several li away. With a loud "Boom!", a huge cloud of dust was kicked up.
In the primeval jungle, a large flock of birds, startled by the noise, flapped their wings and took flight.
The dust gradually settled.
Only then was Zhang Ruochen seen lying in a shattered pit, with large amounts of blood seeping from his chest.
Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen had placed the ancient jade disk on his chest earlier, which blocked the Sky-Soaring Sword's blade. The defensive power of the Meteor Invisibility Cloak had also absorbed most of the impact.
Finally, the dragon pearl in Zhang Ruochen's heart formed the last layer of defense.
With three layers of defense, Zhang Ruochen managed to withstand Feng Han's full-powered strike, barely preserving half his life.
"Too bad... just a little more... cough, cough..."
Zhang Ruochen coughed up blood.
His physical body was already battered and broken, but a strong will still supported him as he slowly got up from the ground.
That strike had been aimed at Feng Han's head.
Unfortunately, Feng Han's cultivation was too high, and his reaction speed was too fast. He dodged the vital point, so Zhang Ruochen only managed to cut off his arm.
What use was just severing one arm?
"Roar!"
Feng Han let out an angry roar, landing on the ground in front of Zhang Ruochen. With a "Bang!", the force from his feet stomping the earth caused the ground to shake violently.
"When I was at the ninth transformation of the Fish-Dragon Realm, I could kill a first-order Half-Saint. Yet now, at the peak of the second-order Half-Saint, I've had my arm severed by a Fish-Dragon Realm cultivator."
Feng Han's eyes shot out two long beams of blood light, glaring fiercely at Zhang Ruochen below.
At the same time, a powerful blood qi surged from Feng Han's body, gathering at his right arm, causing the severed arm to regrow rapidly.
In just a few moments, Feng Han's arm was completely restored.
Even among second-order Half-Saints, there were vast differences.
Compared to Feng Han, the strength of Half-Saint Taixi was like heaven and earth. With his peak second-order Half-Saint cultivation, Feng Han was fully confident he could defeat even a third-order Half-Saint. If Feng Han faced Half-Saint Taixi, he could probably repel him with just a single finger.
Yet, Feng Han had suffered such a loss at Zhang Ruochen's hands—how could he not be furious?
Zhang Ruochen could naturally feel Feng Han's rage.
But he remained remarkably calm, showing no fear, accepting everything with composure.
In Zhang Ruochen's current state, even speaking caused his internal organs to ache as if splitting, but he still said, "Those who do many unjust deeds... will surely... meet their end..."
Feng Han took a deep breath, sneered disdainfully, and said, "Speak! How do you want to die?"
Zhang Ruochen's face grew paler, but he forced a smile. "You want... to kill me... I'm afraid it won't be easy..."
"I don't believe you still have the strength to fight back." Feng Han laughed coldly.
Zhang Ruochen mobilized the last trace of sacred qi in his body and, as fast as he could, hurled the ancient jade disk from his chest.
The ancient jade disk spun rapidly above Feng Han's head, and the formation inscriptions that surged out transformed into eighteen flaming chains, connecting to the ground.
With a loud rumble, the formation began to operate.
Feng Han stood at the center of the formation, his fists clenched tightly. His face was flushed red by the flames' glow, and he ground out five words from between his teeth: "Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation."
He had thought Zhang Ruochen had completely lost the ability to counterattack, so he had let his guard down.
Otherwise, even if Zhang Ruochen possessed the ancient jade disk, in his current state, he would not have had the chance to trap Feng Han in the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation.
Feng Han was only briefly surprised at first.
Soon, a smile returned to his face. "You killed Half-Saint Taixi, so you must have obtained the ancient jade disk. I did overlook that earlier. However, the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation can trap an ordinary Half-Saint, but it cannot trap me."
Having exhausted the last trace of sacred qi in his body, Zhang Ruochen collapsed to the ground, sitting as he stared at Feng Han in the formation. "The Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking... Formation... can trap a third-order Half-Saint... for a day and a night. How long do you think it can trap you?"
"Haha! Sixth Junior Brother, you underestimate your Fourth Senior Brother too much. Do you think Fourth Senior Brother's strength is inferior to a third-order Half-Saint? You can kill a second-order Half-Saint at the Fish-Dragon Realm, but Fourth Senior Brother is no mediocrity either."
A powerful blood qi surged from Feng Han's body, and the bones in his back cracked with a popping sound. Then, two bulges grew on either side of his spine.
"Whoosh!"
Two pairs of silver fleshy wings, over ten meters long, tore through his robes and spread out. They looked like wings forged from pure silver, emitting a dazzling silver light.
At the same time, a dense blood qi, like waves of water, surged from his body, completely covering the formation.
"Four-Winged Silver Wings."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.
Ordinary Undying Blood Clan members only had one pair of fleshy wings.
An Undying Blood Clan member with Four-Winged Silver Wings had a physique far stronger than a human's Sacred Body. As long as they did not fall, they were destined to become a king among the Undying Blood Clan.
Vaguely, Zhang Ruochen could even see Feng Han's four silver wings automatically absorbing the world's spiritual qi and the moonlight.
The silver light grew even more dazzling.
Feng Han snorted coldly. The four wings on his back spun rapidly, like four silver blades, attacking the Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation.
"With his Four-Winged Silver Wings unleashed, Feng Han's combat power is likely among the top-tier third-order Half-Saints. The Heaven-Sealing Earth-Locking Formation won't hold him for long; it will be broken soon." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
He could not place all his hope on his senior brother. He had to find a way to save himself.
Zhang Ruochen took out the Withered Wood Pill that Shengshu Cainü had given him, pinching it between two fingers.
The Withered Wood Pill was a ninth-grade pill, extremely precious. Swallowing it would allow any severe injury to heal quickly.
"I didn't expect you to come in handy so soon."
Zhang Ruochen smiled faintly, swallowed the Withered Wood Pill, and immediately began to fully circulate the fifth layer of the Nine Heavens Bright Emperor Scripture, absorbing and refining the pill's medicinal qi.
A strong medicinal fragrance emanated from Zhang Ruochen's body, spreading outward.
The withered vegetation around Zhang Ruochen, which had been corroded by blood qi, absorbed the medicinal qi and revived, turning lush and green.
Inside the formation, Feng Han sensed something was wrong.
If Zhang Ruochen recovered from his injuries first, he would surely take the Sky-Soaring Sword and flee. All of Feng Han's years of effort would be wasted.
Thus, he attacked faster and more ferociously.
After the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Feng Han continuously unleashed powerful attacks and finally broke the formation first. With a push of his legs, he transformed into a streak of silver light, charging above Zhang Ruochen's head.
"Die!"
Feng Han's five fingers grew five silver claws, slashing down toward Zhang Ruochen's head.