Spirit Vessel

he Po Luo Country at Fire Beacon City… I’m afraid you won’t live for much longer.” The silk-robed old man slightly stepped forward as an invisible force shook from the ground.

Feng Feiyun felt a mountain rending force coming from below him.
It wanted to break his legs, so he quickly channeled all of his energy to retaliate towards the ground.

“Boom!”

Feng Feiyun had to retreat for three steps in a row before neutralizing this force.

The old man only took one step forward while Feng Feiyun had to continuously take three steps back.
The gap in cultivation was clearly evident.

“To have such a cultivation at your age is truly rare, and your natural talents could be considered excellent.
Hand over the Daomization Stone! You cannot hold onto a treasure of this level, and it would only bring about a deadly disaster to yourself.” The old man no longer beat around the bush and directly revealed his intention of wanting the stone.

“With such an innate talent, it would be such a shame to suddenly die in this place.” The old man, once again, took a small step forward as his aura became even more terrifying.
It did not only compel Feng Feiyun to take another three steps back, all the nearby cultivators were forced to retreat as well.
People with a weaker cultivation immediately vomited blood from the pressure.

Feng Feiyun steadied his blood inside his body and fortified his stance, then he spoke: “You are nothing special compared to others.
If you didn’t live longer than me for several decades, and if I could cultivate for three or five years, then I would kill you like killing a pig.”

The old man’s look turned into a dark surly as he was angered by Feng Feiyun.
Lightning cracked on his palm as he unleashed a fist across the air.

This palm caused the wind to flutter as six Qilins rushed forward!

His fist actually unleashed six Qilins, a force of 320,000 jin! Just the wind flying by alone caused others to ache as if small knives were slicing their skin.

Feng Feiyun began to channel his Infinite Spirit Ring.
He wanted to use this Spirit Treasure to directly attack the old man, but there was someone who suddenly rushed forward.

“Bam!”

Wang Meng stomped on the ground and stepped out.
His two feet directly shattered the tiled stones on the street.
With his feet fortified underground, he unleashed both of his fists forward as he and the old man competed with one blow.

“Bam!”

More than ten tiled stones on the street flew away.
Wang Meng’s feet on the ground slid backwards, creating two long grooves on the ground.
He continuously retreated for more than eight zhang before finally stabilizing the old man’s palm.

The old man also had to take a step back as he put down his hand.

Even though Wang Meng lost in this one strike, he successfully blocked this palm.
Comparing brute strength, he was only one level below this old man.

“Come again!” The old man became agitated and ashamed.
He personally took action, yet he couldn’t take care of these poor peasants; this was truly an embarrassment to the Po Luo royal clan.

He was indeed a royal uncle of the Po Luo Country.
He had always been up high above in status, thus he naturally disdained these peasants like Feng Feiyun.

“Boom!”

The old man unleashed another strike.
This palm was even more powerful and had a force capable of blowing away a high mountain!

“Bam! Bam!”

Wu Jiu and Wang Meng were like two gods of war, standing to the left and right of Feng Feiyun, and they rushed forward at the same time.

Both of them were fierce people.
One was naturally born with godly strength while the other cultivated his bones into a golden color.
The two trampled the street into small pieces and forced the old man to fly backwards.

The old man landed on the ground and continuously retreated all the away till the end of street before he could stand still.

Other people wanted to seize the treasure, but now they were all sucking in a deep breath and instinctively took two steps back.
No one expected for these five refugees to be so powerful.
With one stronger than the other, even the imperial uncle of the Po Luo Country was forced back.

“Poof!”

Liu Qinsheng slapped off a sneak-attacking cultivator’s head from his body.
Blood began to spurt out all over the floor, and the bloody head flying in the sky was kicked into smithereens by Luotuo Zi.

These four bandits were not only strong, they were also ruthless.
This suppressed everyone at the scene.

“Motherfucker, who else wants to try? Your father will fuck his whole family.” Wu Jiu waved the grand machete in his hand like an evil god and roared.
There was a sudden whirlwind that appeared out of thin air, emanating whistling windy sounds.

Silence.
Everyone didn’t dare to even breath!

Too savage!

Too violent!

Suddenly, a footstep sounded!

Feng Feiyun glanced over at the young man with the daoist robe.
He unexpectedly came forward.

This was the idiot who was fooled and handed 400,000 bronze coins to the one-armed old man.
At this moment, this daoist-robed young man had a temperament that was beyond ordinary, like a rising bright star.

Feng Feiyun activated his Heavenly Phoenix Gaze and observed the image rising above his head.
It seemed to be a burning white sun.

This daoist-robed young man had a great origin, and his personal cultivation was already higher than the silk-robed old man.
Such an age with such a cultivation along with innate talents… The background behind him must be incalculable.

[1] Wealth/Treasures will bring about calamity, an innocent man would get in trouble because of his wealth