Chapter 1172: Chapter 646 Yan Fusheng_2 Chapter 1172: Chapter 646 Yan Fusheng_2 “Ancestor’s divine might!”

Yu Changjian, following behind, couldn’t help but feel greatly uplifted upon witnessing this scene.

This Divine Sense Yin Wind technique was specifically used by Liu Jia Mountain to counter Puppet Masters.

With just a light and effortless stroke, Yan Fusheng had shattered Chen Mobai’s Divine Sense that was controlling the Golden Sun Puppet, highlighting his immensely high cultivation level and the formidable strength of his Divine Sense.

“Let’s go, lest Sect Master Chen escapes!”

Yan Fusheng, however, treated it as if he had done a very simple thing, his expression calm as he walked past the broken Golden Sun Puppet, with the black smoke-like ghostly fire and Yin Wind flying out of the cave dwelling he had hidden in for decades.

When the Blood Curse within Xu Shengbing’s body acted up, Yan Fusheng knew that the plan to plunder the Heavenly Spiritual Root had failed, and he was clearly aware that, given the Divine Wood Sect’s style, they would definitely not let Liu Jia Mountain get away.

He had considered whether to change locations and just endure it, to seek vengeance against the Divine Wood Sect after his magic had reached a great level of mastery.

But in the end, he chose to exit his retreat!

Because without the Return to the Sun Spirit Water, it would take him at least a hundred years to cultivate into an Embodied Nascent Soul.

And with Sect Master Chen of the Divine Wood Sect’s talent, even as an enemy, he had to admit, it was truly stunning and exceptional!

Yan Fusheng feared that within this century, this young man might advance to ‘Nascent Soul Formation’ before him.

If that were the case, even if he managed to cultivate an Embodied Nascent Soul, with the strength of a Sword Cultivator, he probably wouldn’t be a match for him.

After much deliberation, Yan Fusheng decided not to hide anymore!

He wanted to come out of his seclusion!

He would use the head of this top Sword Cultivator from the Eastern Wilderness in the Divine Wood Sect to formally announce his return!

The moment he lost contact with the Golden Sun Puppet, Chen Mobai sensed a terrifying surge of chilly Spiritual Power Fluctuation erupting violently within Liu Jia Mountain.

Upon sensing this Spiritual Power, he, who had been hesitant about whether to flee and later gather Fu Zongjue, Mo Douguang, along with the Divine Wood Sect’s army for revenge, suddenly felt resolute!

This chilling Spiritual Power was all too familiar to Chen Mobai; it was the Yellow Springs Spiritual Power that had catalyzed Luo Yixuan’s Core Formation.

In other words, the one who struck at his Golden Sun Puppet was a Ghost Cultivator!

Since it was a Ghost Cultivator, he, who had been Cultivating the Pure Yang Scroll, immediately stood tall, his face calm and composed, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

At that moment, the skies, which had been clear, suddenly became windy with bitter cold breezes, and the change in the cold temperature gathered clouds of darkness, as if a black Heavenly Curtain had blocked out all the sunlight.

Liu Jia Mountain, already barren with only a few sparse Spirit Plants due to its location in the desert, looked even more desolate and lifeless as Yan Fusheng emerged, with the vegetation withering yellow and the view bleak.

With his long hair dark as ink, plus his tall stature and black battle robes, Yan Fusheng looked like a fierce ghost from the Netherworld, causing an involuntary shiver among the Liu Jia Mountain Cultivators who were unaware of the situation.

“Who goes there?”

Nevertheless, faced with such a terrifyingly imposing Cultivator, Chen Mobai spoke calmly.

His composure and confidence only elicited roaring laughter from Yu Changjian.

“Old Demon Chen, this is our Liu Jia Mountain’s Ancestor Yan Fusheng. Today, unless the Ancestor Hunyuan of the Five Elements Sect is resurrected, you are surely doomed!”

Chen Mobai had certainly heard of Yan Fusheng’s reputation as the indisputable number one Golden Core Cultivator of the Eastern Wilderness in the era of the Five Elements Sect.

He was also rumored to have taken the step towards Nascent Soul Formation.

However, the rumor was that he had failed at Nascent Soul Formation due to severe injuries and had passed away during meditation.

It was unexpected that he had become a Ghost Cultivator and survived.

Chen Mobai recalled that Elder Ming once mentioned that there was a powerful Ghost Cultivator hidden among the ruins of the Eastern Desolation Plateau, which must have been Yan Fusheng.

Considering his status as the ancestor of Liu Jia Mountain, his manipulation of Xu Shengbing was plausible.

Perhaps, throughout these years, he had been the one backing the Ghost Cultivators targeting the Divine Wood Sect.

“Pity that after lingering on for a hundred years, you are still destined to perish by my hand.”

Chen Mobai said with a look of regret, and upon hearing this, Yan Fusheng felt the youngster was incredibly arrogant, but then, thinking of his identity as a Sword Cultivator, he also understood it in his heart.

If not for such a character, how could one train to wield the unmatched sword of the Eastern Wilderness!

Only a Sword Cultivator would still not flee at the first opportunity under such circumstances!

After all, Yan Fusheng did not hide his aura when he emerged.

With Chen Mobai’s early Golden Core stage, it was impossible for him to defeat someone at the perfect Core Formation!

“Brat, Ancestor Hunyuan destroyed my foundation and forced me into the Ghost Path. Let me take out a bit of that hatred on you first!”

After Yan Fusheng emerged, he spoke his first sentence. His voice was deep and powerful, and as soon as he spoke, the dark clouds suddenly flashed with lightning, followed by a torrential downpour.

“It’s a pity for this rain. It would be great if it poured over the defense forest.”

Chen Mobai, however, still had the mood to lament, while the blue glint in Yan Fusheng’s eyes flared once again. Although his realm was higher, he would not underestimate any opponent.

The lion uses all its strength even when hunting a rabbit. This Divine Sense Attack, akin to a yin wind technique, was not only effective against puppets but also could absolutely suppress opponents of a lower realm.

After all, in terms of Divine Sense, he who is at the peak of Core Formation could certainly crush a cultivator at the early stage of Golden Core.

Being someone who also cultivated Divine Slash, Chen Mobai naturally understood the routine of Divine Sense Attacks.

Just as he was about to activate his life-bound magic treasure, the Morning Bell, to defend himself, he suddenly noticed that Yan Fusheng had not yet emerged from within the Rank-4 Large Formation of Liu Jia Mountain, which gave him a slight pause.

Even if he used the Purple Electric Sword with all his might, it would be impossible to kill an opponent within the Rank-4 Large Formation.

And if he was to engage Yan Fusheng today, he would have to be certain of a fatal blow; otherwise, with this person stationed at Liu Jia Mountain, he would not dare to send Zhuo and others to deal with Sha Lide.

He needed to lure him out of the formation!

As his thoughts flickered, Chen Mobai had already figured out his strategy for this Magic Duel.

At the same time, a faint thread of golden light began to shine in his pupils as the Guidance Book started rotating.

Yan Fusheng, full of confidence that he would kill Chen Mobai in one move, found his Divine Consciousness Yin Wind striking against a soft wall, unable to invade the opponent’s Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion.

With suspicion in his heart, he saw an ethereal shadow of a flower with green leaves and petals of green and white bloom from Chen Mobai’s forehead.

“Indeed, he is a person of astonishing fate–able to refine Spiritual Objects that defend against Divine Sense Attacks! But I will let you know just how fragile the Sword Cultivator’s Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion truly is against absolute Divine Sense suppression!”

Upon seeing the Dalit Flower, Yan Fusheng knew the reason and tested the strength of the flower’s barrier with his Divine Consciousness Yin Wind. His pupils shone an even more intense blue light.

Yan Fusheng had fought countless battles since he began his cultivation, facing numerous opponents, among which there were those who could defend against Divine Sense Attacks.

Under the even more ferocious Divine Consciousness Yin Wind of Yan Fusheng, Chen Mobai’s usually calm expression slightly changed, and the shadow of the Big Tree Flower on his forehead seemed to be unable to bear the strain, gradually starting to wilt.

Chen Mobai didn’t waste any words and immediately turned and fled with the Five-Colored Mist.

“Haha, you are undoubtedly going to die today!”

Seeing this, Yan Fusheng had no doubts; after all, even though Sword Cultivators are stubborn, they would not simply throw their lives away when clearly outmatched.

Amidst his loud laughter, dark ghostly flames under his feet burned and rose, lifting his massive body into a black streak that rushed out of the Liu Jia Mountain formation.

To avoid Chen Mobai’s escape and a prolonged chase that could bring unexpected complications, Yan Fusheng also used a secret technique to push his ghostly Fire Escape Skill to its limit.

The two of them, one chasing and one fleeing, soon spanned dozens of miles of desert.

Eventually, Chen Mobai was cornered by Yan Fusheng on top of a sand dune.

“If you have any last words, say them now. I will pass them on to Mo Douguang for you.”

Fu Zongjue achieved Core Formation after Yan Fusheng’s passing away in meditation, so in the latter’s mind, Mo Douguang was the second person he intended to kill after coming out of the mountain.

“Hmm, this is about right!”

But Chen Mobai said something that took Yan Fusheng by surprise.

“What’s about right?”

“The distance is about right. If I kill you here, you won’t be able to escape back to the formation in Liu Jia Mountain.”

Chen Mobai’s words made Yan Fusheng laugh out loud with anger. He didn’t bother to say much to the “brat” before him anymore, as he had passed the age of winning with words. The blue light in his eyes flickered to the extreme.

His mighty Divine Consciousness turned into a fearsome yin wind, like a mountainside tsunami, shattering the Dalit Flower phantom in an instant, then howling as it surged toward the Purple Palace of the Eyebrow Heart, aiming to obliterate Chen Mobai’s Divine Sense.

Just as Yan Fusheng intended to annihilate Chen Mobai’s Divine Sense, a sound of a deep and heavy bell rang out…