Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled

Chapter 623 - 619: Defeating the Geniuses and Pursuing into the Ancient Divine Array

Xia Feng paid no attention to the wails and struggles of the surrounding prodigies, his eyes fixed directly on Zhang Baiyu. He then showed a somewhat teasing smile and, with a flick of his body, appeared beside Zhang Baiyu.

Zhang Baiyu trembled and instinctively wanted to flee, but quickly steadied his mind, his eyes fixed intently on Xia Feng.

"All your abilities rely on external forces, not your own strength. If you have what it takes, face me in a fair contest without using those Ancient Divine Artifacts."

Xia Feng looked at him as if he were a fool: "Would you give up those random life-saving items of yours?"

He clearly detected that Zhang Baiyu’s means of manipulating the deaths were not derived from his own comprehension of the Great Dao of Time, but rather from some high-level tools akin to Puppet Techniques.

Therefore, when Xia Feng spoke, Zhang Baiyu was momentarily speechless, then retorted with a touch of indignation: "How can these two be compared?"

The mocking expression on Xia Feng’s face grew even thicker. Seeing the surrounding prodigies frozen and lifeless one after another, he didn’t wish to entangle with Zhang Baiyu any longer, only wanting to swiftly deal with him and be done with it.

The Heaven-Burying Sword was raised high, and then with an overwhelming momentum of Sword Dao, it poured directly onto Zhang Baiyu’s body.

His body once again revealed that eerie decay, and in the blink of an eye, one of his arms turned into a shriveled, skeletal state, just like those deceased prodigies.

Zhang Baiyu, grinding his teeth, glared at Xia Feng, his chest heaving as if infuriated: "You bastard, I’ll remember the grudge of you forcing me to this point today. Someday, I will make you repay it manifold."

Xia Feng had some confidence in the force of his strike just now. Seeing Zhang Baiyu survive under the attack of that strike added a bit of surprise to his heart.

But looking closely at Zhang Baiyu’s arm’s strange state, Xia Feng gained a bit more comprehension.

Zhang Baiyu himself knew he couldn’t withstand Xia Feng’s attack, so he simply transferred all the damage from the attack to his left arm using a Secret Technique, turning it into such a state.

Xia Feng let out a light snort, squinting his eyes as he began to gather power: "You’re still hoping for another day?"

"This Secret Technique surely comes with a hefty price. I’d like to see how many arms you can use as a price!"

As he spoke, he wielded the Heaven-Burying Sword, seemingly aiming to completely slay Zhang Baiyu under his blade.

Zhang Baiyu continuously crushed various tools in his hand, dodging Xia Feng’s attacks, seeking an opportunity to escape from the frozen prodigies’ corpses.

Xia Feng, squinting, appeared a bit more irritable. With a wave of his left hand, the God-Burying Bell sounded, causing the surrounding ice sculptures to turn into powder instantly, clearing out a large area.

Zhang Baiyu’s face grew even more solemn. He initially held a glimmer of hope, thinking these prodigies were merely temporarily confined within the Great Dao of Ice, and once Xia Feng diverted his attention, they might break from the ice to help him deal with Xia Feng.

But now, seeing these ice sculptures shattered entirely, Zhang Baiyu’s original plan was utterly thwarted.

With a livid face, he looked towards Xia Feng, inwardly deciding to employ his final resort.

Xia Feng, with a hint of wariness in his expression, thought Zhang Baiyu was preparing a grand attack. Instead, Zhang Baiyu suddenly abandoned his grotesque left hand and used it as a medium to disappear into the Void, vanishing without a trace in a blink.

Xia Feng was taken aback, then rolled his eyes.

He thought it would be a means of attack related to the Great Dao of Space-Time, not expecting such an inferior escape method.

If he had known earlier that Zhang Baiyu was going to flee, such minor methods wouldn’t have allowed an escape.

Even though he smoothly escaped now, Xia Feng could clearly sense Zhang Baiyu’s movements with his Spiritual Power directed outward.

Xia Feng shuddered, quickly pursuing in the direction Zhang Baiyu fled.

While Zhang Baiyu was fleeing, he glanced back occasionally to check on Xia Feng’s whereabouts, only to see Xia Feng trailing not far behind him, seemingly toying with him.

Zhang Baiyu’s expression was somewhat indignant, but he knew today’s escape seemed far-fetched.

Suddenly, a valley appeared before them, resembling Pill Valley somewhat. However, having refined many Pill Valley’s Array Fragments, Xia Feng knew the valley wasn’t the Pill Valley teeming with Pill Beasts, so he hesitated outside the valley on whether to pursue.

Zhang Baiyu, in panic, rushed in, seemingly unaware of the situation inside. Once inside, he floundered like a headless chicken, unable to find a way out.

Watching Zhang Baiyu’s behavior, Xia Feng relaxed slightly. Considering there was only Zhang Baiyu left opposite, no amount of tools could withstand his attacks.

Thinking thus, Xia Feng also entered the valley, planning to eliminate Zhang Baiyu after breaking this peculiar Array.

However, just upon entering the valley, Xia Feng sensed something amiss.

With his cultivation in the Great Dao of Talisman Array, entering the Array should allow him to perceive the Array’s focal point.

But after entering, not only could he not locate the focal point, but even his vision was obscured, akin to Zhang Baiyu’s earlier state.

Everything around seemed enshrouded in a layer of white mist, making it difficult to discern the direction to proceed.

Xia Feng squinted, a hint of seriousness in his heart. His Spiritual Power extended from his sea of consciousness, intending to probe the situation of this Talisman Array, at least to find Zhang Baiyu to deal with first, lest any minor nuisances arise while he studied the Array.

Yet the moment Xia Feng extended his Spiritual Power, his face turned slightly pale, as if something was burning his Spiritual Power painfully.

Xia Feng quickly retracted his Spiritual Power, no longer daring to probe the peculiar Array with it, forced to explore the surrounding situation bit by bit, seeking the Array’s specifics.

Meanwhile, Zhang Baiyu, pondered by Xia Feng, had already nestled into a safe nook.

He wasn’t very adept at controlling this Ancient Array, merely aware of where it was safe and barely able to manipulate it for some attacks and to confound Xia Feng.

Currently, hiding in the safe zone, clutching his still-bleeding left hand, his face filled with a sinister expression.

Through the white mist, he kept his eyes fixed on Xia Feng’s direction, consumed by the desire to kill Xia Feng and quench his deep-seated hatred.