Chapter 120: How Did I Lose Control Of This?
The wind raged and the rain beat down, then suddenly stopped.
Only the thunder on both sides of the battlefield remained, flashing and rumbling.
Seeing the two streaks of lightning charging towards her, Feng Jinsui understood everything.
This wasn’t the heavens deliberately targeting her; it was clearly someone’s deliberate act!
The Thunderous Might Formation isn’t an overly profound formation, but it requires an extremely powerful lightning spiritual root as a guide to unleash its immense power.
She never expected that despite the opponent not having a lightning spiritual root, they would utilize the descending heavenly lightning as a guide to assist Cheng Zhaoyang.
Feng Jinsui had already been severely wounded by this heavenly lightning and Cheng Zhaoyang. Even at her peak, she might not have been able to withstand this bolt of heavenly lightning, let alone in her current state.
She gritted her teeth, her spiritual power vibrating, and repelled Cheng Zhaoyang dozens of meters. Her long sword then broke through the air, aimed at the streak of lightning.
The lightning struck her spine.
Feng Jinsui’s hair, pierced by the lightning, turned charred and flew about, appearing exceptionally disheveled under the dim sky.
One inch, two inches…
A dark purple light flickered in Feng Jinsui’s eyes, causing her extreme pain.
Just as Feng Jinsui was wondering if she was going to be struck to death by the lightning tribulation today, the jade pendant hanging at her waist could no longer withstand the pressure of the lightning and shattered with a snap.
The moment the jade pendant shattered, an illusory shadow emerged from it!
The illusory shadow looked up, without even drawing its sword, and merely raised a hand. That world-destroying lightning instantly vanished without a trace.
The sky cleared completely.
Feng Jinsui looked at the illusory shadow and remained silent for a while before finally speaking:
“Honored Master.”
Feng Jinsui’s Honored Master, one of the only two remaining Immortal Crossings in the world, the Demon Lord Feng Budu.
She wore robes as deep as water and skin as white as snow, her eyebrows slightly raised, her lips forming a straight line, and her eyes deep and narrow, with crimson, upturned eye tails. She should have had an extremely harsh and cold appearance.
Yet, on her raven-black tresses, like swirling clouds, was a peony holding dew, waiting to bloom, which unexpectedly added a touch of charm to her.
Her face was indifferent yet stunning, her posture tall and graceful. Unrivaled in beauty, there was no second to her in the world.
Oh no, oh no, oh my god, how did I mess this up so badly!
Upon seeing Feng Budu, Ming Zhaoshuang immediately grabbed the unconscious Qin Feilong and bolted.
It was a joke; she could still play some clever tricks at the Deity Transformation stage, but facing an Immortal Crossing, even just an illusory shadow, she couldn’t withstand it!
Feng Budu’s gaze swept over Feng Jinsui and she asked, “If you couldn’t win, couldn’t you run? If you couldn’t run, didn’t you know to call for help?”
Feng Jinsui’s arrogant eyebrows immediately drooped when Feng Budu glanced at her: “This disciple knows her mistake.”
Feng Budu no longer looked at Feng Jinsui. She flicked her long sleeves, and a stream of demonic power poured out from her fingertips, heading forward.
Feng Jinsui subconsciously let out a soft cry: “Honored Master! Don’t…”
One must know that at Feng Budu’s cultivation level, even a casual stream of demonic energy could cause anyone present to turn to dust!
Feng Jinsui had come today to fight Cheng Zhaoyang, not to kill her, so she was naturally anxious.
However, she saw the demonic power instantly bypass Cheng Zhaoyang and strike the originator of this Thunderous Might Formation.
Feng Jinsui stopped speaking and turned to offer flattery:
“Honored Master is wise! Honored Master is mighty! Honored Master is wise and mighty!”
Ming Zhaoshuang could naturally feel the terrifying aura behind her, but how could Feng Budu’s attacks be something a mere Minor Golden Core like her could dodge?
She gritted her teeth, threw Qin Feilong to the soldiers behind her, and a Defense Talisman flew out!
Seeing Ming Zhaoshuang not retreat but attack, the soldiers were all taken aback.
That was the Demon Lord Feng Budu! No matter how high her talisman attainment was, she couldn’t withstand her!
How dared she confront her head-on!
The demonic flow collided with the talisman, kicking up waves of dust. The immense energy caused a large number of surrounding cultivators to be thrown to the ground.
Some were injured, some died.
The Demon Lord Feng Budu was terrifying, inspiring dread.
Cheng Zhaoyang got up and looked at the dust cloud, saying, “Feng Budu, the peace treaty between the Devil Race and the Human Race still has two hundred years left. Your arrival here today could be considered saving Feng Jinsui. But if you kill people, won’t you trample the past treaty underfoot? What will you do then?”
Did she really want to wage war against the cultivation world?
The Upper Cultivation World would not interfere in human-devil disputes below the Spirit Transformation Stage. However, if they didn’t intervene in disputes at or above the Spirit Transformation Stage, it would be considered negligence on their part.
Cheng Zhaoyang never imagined that the few youths she casually picked up would die here while trying to help them.
Therefore, even if it meant provoking Feng Budu today and dying by her hand, Cheng Zhaoyang had to seek justice for them.
Feng Budu sneered, “Mere ants.”
Cheng Zhaoyang stood with her sword and said, “They are not from this world. To possess such cultivation at such a young age. Apart from the direct disciples of the sects in the Upper Cultivation World, there’s no other explanation.”
This was also why Cheng Zhaoyang, despite clearly knowing Ming Zhaoshuang and the others were lying, chose to tolerate them.
With their talent, they were extremely rare even in the Upper Cultivation World.
This was also the reason Cheng Zhaoyang initially sheltered Ming Zhaoshuang and the others. In the Lower Cultivation World, breaking through to the Late Golden Core stage at twenty years old was already considered a Heaven’s Chosen, a once-in-a-million talent.
But among this group before her, none had reached twenty years old, yet two had reached the Nascent Soul stage, and the remaining two were dual cultivating talismans and swords.
Dual cultivation as one entity, in the last hundred thousand years, there were only Feng He and Feng Budu.
Both were Acquired Spiritually Connected Sacred Bodies, their talent needless to say. Therefore, Cheng Zhaoyang didn’t trust them at first, but she didn’t dare to kill them either.
Unexpectedly, Feng Budu seemed to completely ignore these words upon hearing them, her gaze fixed on the dust-filled area, her pupils dark.
Feng Jinsui helped translate: “My Honored Master means that anyone in her eyes is waste, mere ants, and those old men from your Human Race’s upper realm are the same.”
Seeing Cheng Zhaoyang about to speak again, Feng Jinsui grabbed her and whispered, “You’re deliberately provoking my Honored Master, aren’t you? She cultivates the Path of Slaughter. Be careful, she might just destroy your entire Demon Quelling Pass with a single sword.”
An Immortal Crossing’s sword was not to be trifled with.
Seeing this, no matter how much Cheng Zhaoyang wanted to speak, she had to obediently shut her mouth.
Suddenly, Feng Budu paused.
As if she had discovered something incredible, before anyone could react, she shot straight towards Ming Zhaoshuang’s location.
The talisman Ming Zhaoshuang used was the last Wei Shuo Defense Talisman.
Layers of demonic energy pressed down with the force of a thousand pounds. Even Wei Shuo’s talisman couldn’t block it all.
The moment the defense talisman shattered, Fushuang seemed to gain self-awareness and swung its sword down, blocking all the remaining demonic energy.
Its aura was even three parts stronger than Feng Budu’s!
However, Ming Zhaoshuang also spat out a mouthful of blood from this collision.
The gap in their cultivation was too vast!
Just as Ming Zhaoshuang was about to flee with Fushuang, her throat was instantly gripped, and Feng Budu, choking her, glared at her furiously.
Ming Zhaoshuang exerted all her spiritual power to pry open Feng Budu’s hand, but in the end, it was all in vain.
She patted Feng Budu’s snow-white hand, her entire face turning red, even faintly purplish.
Her throat tasted of a fishy sweetness.
It hurt intensely.
Feng Budu looked at Fushuang, who was guarding by her side, and tightened her grip, seeming truly intent on strangling Ming Zhaoshuang to death.
She started laughing, “What benefits did Feng He give you that makes you willing to die for her like this!”
No, who is Feng He?
She died so many years ago, what does she have to do with me!
This Demon Lord must have a serious mental illness! Even if she wanted me to answer, she should at least let me speak!
She’s not even giving me a chance to blurt out some nonsense!
Ming Zhaoshuang flailed her limbs, tightly gripping Feng Budu’s clothes, as if trying to loosen her grip slightly to gain a moment to breathe.
But ultimately, it was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s fingertip strength gradually diminished with her increasingly difficult breathing, and her face grew more and more haggard, as black as the pebbles on the two adjacent mountains.
Life and death seemed to hang in the balance at this moment.
She could almost smell the corrosive aura permeating the air.
The unique scent of death.
Suddenly, something passed from her fingertips onto Feng Budu’s arm.
Feng Budu’s hand suddenly loosened.
Ming Zhaoshuang fell to the ground, her snow-white robes tattered into dust. She clutched her neck, her mouth agape, gasping for air.
But soon, she began to cough violently again.
Drops of blood splattered onto the dirt.
