Daoist Competition-Chapter 1102 - 291: The Seal Reappears, Tribulation Water Unstoppable

The serpent-shaped Dharma Sword was only a fleeting glimpse, but it was evident that it was no ordinary item. However, the Ten Thousand Spirit Tribulation Water is most adept at defilement; even if a Mystical Artifact passes by carelessly, it can easily become damaged. Thus, when it approached Feng Haiyang, its spiritual nature was already mostly lost and was easily scattered with a gentle wave.

After Wu Han Cheng sent out this sword, he was torn apart by numerous Devils in the blink of an eye, with his dismembered limbs being snatched away and devoured.

At this moment, a strand of indistinct Primordial Spirit emerged from his shell, showing a terrified expression, seemingly trying to escape back towards the sect’s mountain peak.

But before it could travel three zhang, a Devil shrieked as it dashed forward, tearing open its big mouth and swallowing it whole.

It seemed that having absorbed all of Wu Han Cheng’s blood and Essence, this water was greatly nourished, and the originally ink-black water became even darker.

The elders from Pingdu Sect looked troubled; the confrontation between Feng Haiyang and Wu Han Cheng was decided in just a few moments, something they hadn’t anticipated, and they were too late to intervene even if they wanted to save the disciple.

Fortunately, the Fire Spirit Venerable had other peculiarities, making it resistant to being devoured by Feng Haiyang.

This object is the Supreme Treasure "Hidden Image Spirit Tower" transformed by the collective Mana of the Pingdu Sect disciples; even if it is destroyed by external enemies, as long as the Spirit Tower remains intact, it won’t take long to worship it again.

Both Yu Cultivator and Yang Bi were shocked upon witnessing Wu Han Cheng perish right before their eyes, yet neither had the intention to relinquish the token talisman.

Yu Cultivator pondered: "This person has the strength of the Nascent Soul Second Realm, not something I can withstand. Trying to seize the token talisman through ordinary methods is impossible."

He began to quickly plot his strategy, and after a few thoughts flashed in his mind, he already had an idea.

This method has a great chance of victory but only one chance; if the strike fails, not only will the demon not be eradicated, but his own life will also be forfeited.

He took a deep breath, thinking, "Hai Zhen Temple has eradicated countless Demon Sect factions over thousands of years. It’s not in our nature to retreat in front of this evil demon. It’s just a matter of staking my life!"

He scanned the surroundings, seeing hundreds of Devils swirling around his Protective Treasure Light on the azure surface, then took out a Fierce Sun Pearl from his palm and tossed it into the sky, offering it atop his head.

As those Devils approached, they were scorched by the brilliance of the pearl, releasing wisps of green smoke and shrieking in pain, recoiling from the light, which they seemed to fear greatly.

Amidst this momentary gap, Yu Cultivator turned to glance at Yang Bi, cupped his hands and spoke gravely: "Master Yang, let me first consult True Master Feng."

Yang Bi was somewhat surprised; though all sects’ swordfights prohibit teaming up, Feng Haiyang took the initiative, so it wasn’t applicable here.

If they seized this opportunity to join forces, they might not defeat Feng Haiyang, but they certainly wouldn’t lose either. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Yet Yu Daoist’s words suggested he intended to fight alone.

He sent out over a hundred sword lights to drive away the Devils tangled at his side, then turned his head, ready to speak. But upon lifting his gaze, he saw in Yu Cultivator’s eyes a resolute and unyielding determination, indicating some decision was made, leaving him speechless, his lips moving without uttering a word.

He sighed softly, withdrew his Dharma Sword, stepped on a light cloud, and retreated, his voice echoing from afar: "Daoist Yu, be careful."

Yu Cultivator bowed towards his departing silhouette in gratitude, then turned around, fixing his gaze on Feng Haiyang.

Hai Zhen Temple had only two disciples present; his senior brother Chen Qingping was already defeated. If he also fell here, there would be no hope left of contending for the Qiantian Junyang Essence.

This time, the token talisman should belong to Hai Zhen Temple, and if lost, even Extreme Heaven would be unreachable, let alone seizing that item.

In other words, he had no room for retreat.

But should he eliminate this person, the outcome would certainly be different.

With this thought, his resolve strengthened further. Bowing slightly to Feng Haiyang, he retreated a few steps, then spread his hands, and immediately in the sky, shadows floated like leaves, sending out hundreds of Green Bamboo Thunder Talismans in one breath!

Feng Haiyang remained unmoved, standing still, as the Gang Cloud overhead rotated, stirring gusts of mighty Gang Wind, sweeping howlingly hundreds of zhang away. The thunder talismans, yet to approach, disappeared upon touching the Wind Flow.