After the group returned in silence, Sword Douluo was the first to speak:
"Fengzhi, is this jade talisman really that miraculous? Why don't we give it a try?"
Gu Rong immediately frowned and objected, "What if it's real? Wouldn't we be wasting it?"
Sword Douluo countered, "But what if they're just bluffing, trying to scare us?"
"A teleportation soul device, a hundred-thousand-year soul beast—those parts are definitely real. Would that brat dare lie to us?"
The two bickered back and forth, unwilling to yield.
Finally, Ning Fengzhi slammed his hand on the table and made his decision:
"Try it!"
They made their way to an open area behind the sect's mountain. The surroundings were silent, with only the soft wind brushing by.
Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and slowly crushed the jade talisman.
In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth. The radiant illusion of Xiao Yan appeared midair, majestic and formidable.
"Who dares to act presumptuously?!"
Xiao Yan's expression was icy as his booming voice rang out. His gaze swept across the group like a bolt of lightning.
His eyes finally locked onto Ning Fengzhi. He asked coldly,
"You crushed the talisman?"
Ning Fengzhi instinctively nodded under the overwhelming pressure pouring toward him.
"Y-yes... it was me."
Xiao Yan frowned slightly, then scanned the area again.
"No danger… so why did you activate the talisman?"
Ning Fengzhi's heart thudded violently. He stammered,
"I-I'm sorry… we just wanted to test it…"
"Senior, please forgive us," Sword Douluo said as he stepped forward, enduring the pressure.
This aura… it was stronger than that of a dragon.
Xiao Yan sneered coldly.
"Do with it as you please, then. Since you wanted to test it, feast your eyes."
"Ninth Soul Skill: Buddha's Fury Lotus!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the hundred-thousand-year soul ring on Xiao Yan's body erupted with blinding light.
A swirling, multicolored flame roared from his palm, shooting into the sky.
Then came an earth-shattering explosion, and a vast sea of fire engulfed the sky.
Blazing flames rolled like tidal waves, sending waves of scorching heat down below.
Sparks rained like fiery droplets, and wherever they landed, the grass and trees instantly turned to ash.
Everyone stood frozen in shock, mouths agape, unable to utter a word.
Xiao Yan's figure gradually faded away, leaving behind only a cold voice echoing through the air:
"The talisman has been used. If you dare harbor betrayal—bear the consequences!"
A wave of immense pressure surged outward, nearly suffocating them.
Ning Fengzhi turned pale and quickly shouted,
"We wouldn't dare! Senior Xiao, we would never dare harbor disloyalty!"
The group remained stunned, unable to recover from the overwhelming display of power.
Just then, Sword Douluo suddenly pointed ahead, his voice trembling:
"L-look! Those sparks… they're still burning in the water! And they're blue!"
Everyone turned in the direction he pointed. In a nearby pond, the sparks had fallen onto the water's surface.
But instead of extinguishing, the flames burned even fiercer—blue flames dancing across the water's surface in eerie brilliance.
Curiosity getting the better of him, Sword Douluo summoned his martial soul and cautiously extended the Seven Kill Sword to touch the flame.
The moment contact was made, he recoiled in shock, as if electrocuted, and cried out:
"Not good! My martial soul… it's getting scorched!"
Hearing this, both Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong were stunned once more.
After all…
The Seven Kill Sword's true form was known for its extraordinary durability and defense. Ordinary attacks couldn't even scratch it.
Yet now, it had been singed by what looked like an ordinary flame.
The destructive power of this fire was far beyond comprehension.
As Gu Rong stared at the blue flames dancing eerily upon the water and the scorched edge of Sword Douluo's martial soul, a deep shock settled in his heart.
Beside him, Ning Fengzhi's expression grew more solemn. His hands clenched tightly into fists, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
"It's real… It seems they've truly provoked someone beyond comprehension…"
He murmured, voice filled with dread.
As the Clan Head, he knew very well—if they made enemies with someone like this, it could spell doom for the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Sword Douluo stood silently by his side, his gaze still locked onto the flickering blue flames.
After a moment, he finally spoke:
"Fengzhi, don't panic yet."
"For a being like that, wiping us out would take no effort."
"But think about it—would someone of such strength really care about minor provocations like ours?"
Ning Fengzhi turned to Chen Xin, hesitation flashing through his eyes.
"Is that really true? What if we unknowingly touch their bottom line…"
He didn't finish the sentence, but the unspoken words carried deep anxiety.
In his heart, he was calculating constantly. Xiao Yan's strength was unfathomable.
Their every move might already be under his watchful eye. One misstep… and their sect could be annihilated.
Sword Douluo stepped closer, placing a hand on Ning Fengzhi's shoulder:
"Clan Head, this is the best we can do."
"We've always acted with integrity. As long as we don't provoke them, I doubt they'd act against us for no reason."
His tone was firm, trying to calm Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi paused, then took a deep breath and slowly nodded.
"You're right… That's all we can do."
Though he nodded, his thoughts turned to the cheerful scenes of Lin Feng and Ning Rongrong together.
Perhaps… this was a chance. Maybe he should encourage Rongrong to grow closer to Lin Feng!
—Seven kilometers away—
A flash of blinding light split through the sky like lightning, tearing through the stillness of the land.
As the light faded, Lin Feng and the others gradually emerged.
Dugu Bo let out a long breath, his face relaxed with relief. He chuckled and said:
"Didn't expect things to go so smoothly. I thought we'd end up in a fierce battle!"
As he spoke, he casually dusted off his robes (though they were spotless), visibly pleased with how easily the matter had been resolved.
Lin Feng's lips curled into a confident smile.
"With Lin Shui's spatial token, they couldn't possibly stop us."
His tone left no room for doubt.
Hearing this, Lin Shui shyly fiddled with the edge of her robe, smiling happily.
"You flatter me, Young Master," she said softly.
Suddenly, Dugu Bo seemed to recall something. He furrowed his brows, a trace of concern appearing in his eyes.
"I just hope that jade talisman really scared them enough."
"Feng'er, that day you mentioned meeting Senior Xiao Yan from Spirit Hall—did you truly meet him?"
His voice held a mix of surprise and curiosity as he fixed his gaze on Lin Feng.
"Absolutely. Senior Xiao Yan is my master," Lin Feng replied solemnly, nodding with full conviction.
"My father knows this as well."
Hearing that, Dugu Bo couldn't help but gasp in awe. Admiration and envy filled his eyes.
"No wonder your talent is so exceptional. To be taught by someone like Senior Xiao Yan…"
Even Lin Shui was stunned, her jaw slightly agape, unable to speak from sheer shock.
"Then that jade talisman… it was real after all?"
"What a pity… to waste an attack from a Limit Douluo like that."
Dugu Bo shook his head with regret, clearly reluctant about the squandered opportunity.
But Lin Feng waved it off with indifference:
"It's fine. I'll just ask Master for another next time we meet."
In truth, the jade talisman only contained a trace of his 'master's Heavenly Fire.
With his current abilities, any of his attacks could be enhanced with special effects at will.
Even that trace of Heavenly Fire was enough to create a world-ending spectacle.
Besides, that Heavenly Flame was now fully integrated into his divine soul.
"Alright, let's head back to Flame Valley."
Lin Feng waved his hand.
Everyone took to the skies, flying toward their home.
However, they hadn't flown far when a deafening explosion suddenly rang out behind them.
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