Chapter 1485: Vengeance Achieved!

With the Snow Moon Saint Lord personally taking action, the tide of the battle shifted dramatically!

The figure, like a streak of light, instantly broke through the chaotic sky, leaving severed limbs and broken bodies in its wake!

A single person was enough to turn the tide of the battle. The title of Saint Lord was indeed not given lightly!

In an instant, the terrifying aura surged toward Yi Feng!

The black-clad youth and his two brothers also looked grave, ready to step forward and intercept.

Suddenly!

A sword's hum echoed through heaven and earth, like the roar of a dragon!

"Whoosh!"

Everyone turned their heads at the sound, but no one saw when he had drawn his sword. They only saw the shimmering light of the sword in Yi Feng's hand. As they gazed at the cold radiance emanating from the blade, thousands of cultivators retreated in fear.

With his sword in hand, Yi Feng charged toward the Saint Lord like lightning. A terrifying sword intent instantly spread through the air, like threads of silk unraveling!

Seeing this phenomenon, the Saint Lord's eyes darkened.

"Great Perfection Sword Intent!"

A murmur escaped his lips, shocking the entire battlefield into silence!

It was well-known among cultivators that sword cultivators were the most formidable in combat, yet also the rarest. Those who could comprehend sword intent were even more scarce, like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns!

Yi Feng, at such a young age, had already reached a profound realm and even comprehended Great Perfection Sword Intent. Such talent had not been heard of in centuries!

At this moment.

The countless cultivators were all stunned, watching the two terrifying auras intertwine and expand. They retreated in fear, as if witnessing the sun and moon colliding!

In just a few breaths, the battle between the two had caused the heavens and earth to change colors.

The profound and unfathomable sword intent clashed with the Saint Lord's finger techniques hundreds of times, and the Saint Lord's expression grew increasingly grave!

With a roar, the Saint Lord unleashed the strongest technique of the Snow Moon Holy Land before the world!

"Flower Shifting, Tree Grafting!"

With two fingers extended, an endless surge of spiritual power erupted.

This was the secret martial technique of the Snow Moon Holy Land, capable of absorbing the spiritual power of numerous prodigies and using it for their own purposes. The spiritual power far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators of the same level, by more than tenfold.

At this moment, the Saint Lord's full-powered strike condensed into two visible white beams!

However.

The terrifying spiritual power that caused the surroundings to tremble in fear did not even stir a ripple in the eyes of the black-clad youth and his companions. Instead, the three of them looked bored and unimpressed, casually commenting.

"Is that it?"

"This Snow Moon Saint Lord doesn't seem all that impressive."

"Aside from having a slightly higher cultivation level than Brother Yi, he's completely outmatched in every other aspect. His spiritual power isn't anything special either."

These words caused the disciples of the Snow Moon Holy Land to glare in anger!

But before they could retort, they saw Yi Feng's sword sweep across, the sword intent and spiritual power interweaving, far surpassing the Saint Lord's strike!

Seeing the exaggerated sword light, even the Saint Lord's eyes widened in shock.

The next moment.

A deafening explosion shook heaven and earth!

"Boom!"

The terrifying spiritual power lasted only an instant before the Saint Lord was engulfed by the endless sword intent and spiritual power. His body was covered in wounds as he fell to the ground like a broken kite!

Even in his pitiful state, the shock in his eyes could not be calmed.

"This..."

"This is impossible!"

"I absorbed the cultivation of twenty cauldrons to reach my current level. How can you have spiritual power far surpassing mine!"

Perhaps it was rage, or perhaps it was sheer disbelief, but in the midst of the battle, the Snow Moon Saint Lord openly admitted to the disgraceful act of cultivating cauldrons, causing the disciples of the New Sword Sect to look on with disdain!

At the same time, the black-clad youth and his companions burst into laughter!

"Tsk tsk, even after absorbing so many people's cultivation, you're still trash!"

"With this level of skill, you dare call yourself a Holy Land?"

"I thought we'd have a good fight, but this is just disappointing!"

"Brother Yi absorbed most of the treasures from the secret realm, enough for an ordinary person to use for thousands of years. What's the cultivation of twenty people compared to that?"

These few words were even more cutting!

Enough treasures for thousands of years, absorbed by a single person?!

What kind of monstrous opportunity was this?!

Was this guy even human?!

This was insane!

Hearing this terrifying truth, the remaining disciples of the Snow Moon Holy Land were all stunned, looking up at Yi Feng, who stood in the air with his sword, their eyes filled with fear!

Even the barely alive Saint Lord stared blankly at the white-clad figure with the sword in the sky, seemingly deeply shaken.

Only when he heard the laughter did his eyes flash with shame, anger, and resentment.

With blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he laughed maniacally!

"Hahaha..."

"The foundation of my Holy Land is not something you juniors can comprehend!"

"Do not think that just because you've had a stroke of luck and gained some power, you can look down on everything!"

As he spoke, the Saint Lord struggled to his feet and formed a hand seal. A jade tablet appeared before him, and he poured his spiritual power into it before kneeling and shouting!

"Ancestor!"

"A powerful enemy has come! I, your unworthy disciple, dare to ask for your assistance!"

His roar shook heaven and earth.

Everyone was stunned, feeling an indescribable pressure descending from the sky, like a fine drizzle that was hard to see but silently enveloped everything!

"What terrifying pressure!"

"This level of divine sense is almost inhuman!"

Trembling voices rose from the crowd, and many felt a chill run down their spines.

Yi Feng and his three brothers also felt an unprecedented sense of danger.

The next moment.

A ripple spread through the air, and an old man with white hair and a long beard stepped out!

His face was marked by the passage of time, and his long eyebrows obscured the light in his eyes. Though there was no visible spiritual power emanating from him, he exuded an aura of profound depth that made the thousands of cultivators present feel awe!

Seeing this figure appear, the Snow Moon Saint Lord and his disciples knelt in excitement!

"We pay our respects to the Ancestor!"

The old man glanced at the battlefield, his eyes filled with disappointment. He swept his gaze over the thousands of New Sword Sect members, his expression unchanging, as if everything before him was nothing more than ants.

Only when he saw the pitiful state of the Snow Moon Saint Lord did he speak with a deep, authoritative voice.

"Disciple."

"You have greatly disappointed me!"

"In recent years, you have rarely presented any decent cauldrons. That, I can understand, as true prodigies are hard to find. But now, you can't even protect the reputation of our Holy Land, allowing it to be humiliated to this extent. Do you know your crime?!"

Hearing this, the Snow Moon Saint Lord quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, then pointed at Yi Feng in the sky and defended himself!

"Ancestor, please forgive me!"

"It's not that I am incompetent, but this cauldron is too powerful! This young man, despite his age, has had extraordinary opportunities, absorbing countless treasures and rapidly increasing his cultivation. He has also established a powerful force to seek revenge. I have done my best, but I am no match for him!"

"His spiritual power is incredibly deep, and his blood likely still carries the remnants of the treasures he absorbed. He is no ordinary cauldron!"

Following the Snow Moon Saint Lord's pointing, the old man examined Yi Feng, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"Sword intent?"

"Hmm, not bad. He is indeed a good seedling. If I can absorb this cauldron, I might even be able to comprehend sword intent!"

As he spoke, the old man slowly raised his foot and stepped forward.

One step covered a thousand feet, shrinking the distance in an instant!

In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Yi Feng. With a single palm strike, he forced Yi Feng back a hundred feet. If not for Yi Feng's numerous life-and-death experiences, which had honed his combat instincts, this single move might have injured him!

The lightning-fast exchange left the entire battlefield in shock!

The black-clad youth exchanged glances with the toad and the snail, and a hint of pressure appeared in their eyes.

"This old bastard has some skills. Let's take him on together!"

The next moment.

The four brothers attacked simultaneously, their moves fierce and filled with spiritual power, completely enveloping the sky.

However.

The old man was not at a disadvantage. With both hands, he continuously deflected their attacks, appearing somewhat relaxed.

"Not bad, not bad."

"These four cauldrons are all to my liking!"

With a casual smile, the old man's greed grew even stronger!

This expression completely enraged the black-clad youth!

"Cauldron your ass!"

"Old bastard, you're like a toad lusting after a swan—ugly but dreaming big!"

"With your level of skill, you think you can absorb our cultivation?!"

With a furious roar, the black-clad youth launched a fierce attack. His moves were erratic, switching between palms, fists, claws, and fingers, following his thoughts without any fixed pattern!

Despite the seemingly chaotic moves, they flowed seamlessly without any gaps, each strike filled with a terrifying killing intent that sent chills down the spine!

Seeing the black-clad youth go all out, Yi Feng and his three brothers also unleashed their full combat power, revealing all their trump cards!

Suddenly.

A variety of terrifying techniques exploded across the sky!

The old man was instantly overwhelmed, his eyes filled with panic!

"This is... the Dao of Slaughter?"

"The Dao of the Sword?!"

"Devouring...?"

"And what the hell is this acidic mist?!"

After just a few exchanges, the old man was completely outmatched, retreating repeatedly, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear!

"This is impossible!"

"How can you juniors, at such a young age, have already comprehended your own paths of cultivation, and even formed the beginnings of your Daos?!"

This exclamation caused the entire battlefield to change colors!

The word "Dao" was something that cultivators could only dream of. Only legendary prodigies could hope to touch even a hint of it.

Yet, these four brothers had each comprehended a trace of their own Dao, allowing their combat power to soar and enabling them to fight above their level!

These were true freaks of nature!

No one could believe it.

In their lifetimes, they had witnessed the simultaneous appearance of four freaks of nature!

As Yi Feng and his brothers revealed all their abilities, the Snow Moon Ancestor was forced to retreat repeatedly, his eyes filled with frustration and regret!

He had thought that this time, he could obtain a few good cauldrons.

But who would have thought...

These cauldrons were so big they could crush him to death!

In just a few breaths, what had been a rare opportunity turned into a suffocating terror!

The Snow Moon Ancestor was surrounded by various Dao powers. Even though they were only in their nascent stages, they were still supreme powers of the Dao, far beyond the level of ordinary martial techniques. Even a slight graze from them caused him serious injury!

As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands.

And now, he was facing eight fists the size of sand pots!

The Snow Moon Ancestor, already nearing the end of his lifespan, could not withstand the ravages of the Dao powers. In no time, he was reduced to a lifeless corpse, and the disciples of the Snow Moon Holy Land fled in terror!

In less than half a day.

The Snow Moon Holy Land, which had thrived for a thousand years, was completely annihilated by the New Sword Sect.

The blood feud of many years was finally avenged, and all grievances were settled. The fame of Sect Master Yi Feng and his three protectors spread throughout the thirteen nations of the Southern Continent, revered by millions!