Chapter 635: Chapter 634 Seven Luminaries Chapter 635: Chapter 634 Seven Luminaries The three figures had blood-red eyes, and their oppressive auras gave off an extremely suffocating feeling.

The other two figures should be at the Venerable level, while the presence of the figure in the middle put even more pressure on everyone, almost reaching the Melting Heaven Realm.

Everyone’s expressions were somber, for they knew that after the Nine Heavens Imperial Sect had split, the strongest in the sect, the Ancestor, was only in the Melting Heaven Realm.

“Was Elder Cheng murdered by you?” Ye Kai asked from the side.

“Yes,” the figure in the black robe said indifferently.

“Who are you?” Jiang Changsheng also asked cautiously from the side.

“Us?

You may call us Qi Yao,” the figure on the left said with a sinister tone.

“Fragments of the Qiyao Sect,” Lin Feng exclaimed in shock.

“It seems this young friend is very well-informed,” said the figure in the middle, his voice very low.

“I wonder when our Nine Heavens Imperial Sect ever offended the seniors of the Qiyao Sect,” Lin Feng hurriedly asked.

“Do we need a reason to kill you if you haven’t offended us?

Does my Qiyao Sect need a reason to act?” the man in the middle said.

“Hand over the Hindoo Flower, and I can leave your full corpses.”

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“Have some shame,” Xu Zimei glanced at Lin Feng and then said, “Let’s split up in four directions; whoever gets back to the Sect Gate first should hurry to get help.”
After Xu Zimei finished speaking, she pointed at Lin Feng and shouted, “The Hindoo Flower is on him.”
Then, she ran towards the north.

Seeing this, Lin Feng, furious, his eyes splitting with rage, said, “You’re the shameless one.”
Watching Xu Zimei leave, Ye Xuan, Jiuyou, and the girl in purple from the Main Clan all followed suit.

Ye Kai ran towards the south, while Jiang Changsheng headed east.

“If we’re going to die, let’s die together,” Lin Feng roared and followed north after Xu Zimei.

“Getting the Hindoo Flower is more important,” the figure in the black robe frowned slightly and said.

The three of them walked on air, their speed much faster, catching up to the group almost instantly.

“Why are you following me?” Xu Zimei asked, looking back at the three women.

“We think you’re quite interesting,” the girl in the purple dress replied.

“What’s your cultivation level?” Xu Zimei asked.

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“Peak of the Venerable realm,” the girl in the purple dress replied nonchalantly.

“Then if those three catch up later, you three hold them off while I go get help,” Xu Zimei proposed, looking at the three women.

“Are you even a man?” the girl in the purple dress said angrily.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” Xu Zimei turned around and asked.

No sooner had he spoken than Lin Feng came charging from behind.

The man in the black robe in the Melting Heaven Realm waved his right hand, and an imperial might descended from above, flames gathering in his hands.

Numerous fireballs appeared in the sky, crashing down like meteors towards Xu Zimei and the others in front.

They hurriedly dodged, while the man in the black robe watched indifferently as the ground was pockmarked with countless large holes.

After narrowly avoiding the continuous bombardment of fireballs, the man in the black robe said mockingly, “Why not running anymore?”
“What do we do?” Ye Xuan asked anxiously.

“Fight, what else can we do?” Xu Zimei looked at Lin Feng and said, “Imperial Heir, you take the lead, and I’ll cheer you on from the side.”
Lin Feng glared at Xu Zimei, but he also knew that Xu Zimei was a known waste in the Nine Skies Imperial Sect, so it wouldn’t do to send him to his death directly.

“How long do you plan to keep this up?” Jiuyou looked at Xu Zimei and asked idly.

As a peak Venerable, she was unable to catch even one move from Xu Zimei, and only she knew the true strength of Xu Zimei.

Xu Zimei glanced at a willow tree not far away and smiled, “What’s the hurry?

Someone will save us.

It’s not my turn yet.”
“Hand over the Hindoo Flower,” the man in the black robe said.

“We’re on a path to certain death anyway, what’s the difference if we hand it over or not,” Lin Feng asked indifferently.

“Then you can go to die,” the man in the black robe said, before slapping down with his palm.

The other two Venerable realm individuals in black robes guarded the surroundings to prevent everyone from escaping.

“Heavenly Scar Sky-breaking Jue,” Lin Feng roared as the palm descended, his muscles and bones bursting forth, with a pure Sword Intent congregating around him.

The Sword Intent was sharp and splendid; Lin Feng drew his sword and rose, his Venerable aura surging.

The longsword slashed through the silent expanse, bringing up endless ripples that met the black palm.

With a “boom,” the palm paused ever so slightly, before completely annihilating the Sword Intent.

The palm, still unstoppable, slammed down again, even though Lin Feng was still forcefully resisting it.

The ground was immediately marked with a palm imprint, dust flying, and agonized screams came from it.

Soon after, as the dust settled, everybody looked at the scene within.

They saw that Lin Feng’s legs were buried in the ground as if rooted, his body’s clothing torn, his hair disheveled.

Blood flowed all over his body, and his longsword had also fallen to the side.

“That’s too cruel,” Xu Zimei shook his head, lamenting, “Could you be even crueler?”
“Save me,” Lin Feng’s forehead throbbed with bulging veins as he shouted to Xu Zimei and the others, “If I die, it will be your turn next.”
“Sorry, but it’s every man for himself; rest in peace,” Xu Zimei shook his head and said.

“I also want to save you, but unfortunately, I’m useless and powerless.”
“Hand over the Hindoo Flower,” the man in the black robe said indifferently.

Immediately after, his hands shaped like blades, he condensed spiritual energy, and with his right hand, he chopped down fiercely.

Just as he was about to snatch Lin Feng’s Storage Ring, a dazzling sword light came slashing from afar.

With a “boom,” the sword light, in the shape of a cross, came shredding through; the man in the black robe focused his gaze and slapped towards the sword light.

With a “boom,” he was sent flying backward.

Turning their heads, they saw Mu Changge stepping forward, holding a three-foot Green Peak, his white scholar’s robe fluttering with the wind.

“Uncle Master,” the girl in the purple dress greeted.

“Save me, Mu Changge,” Lin Feng, as if seeing hope, quickly cried out for help.

“Who are you?” the man in the black robe asked, frowning.

“Mu Changge of the Nine Skies Sacred Sect,” Mu Changge said with a light smile.

“Which of the Qi Yao are you?”
“Ying Huo,” the man in the black robe replied indifferently.

“I will report this incident truthfully to the higher-ups of my sect,” Mu Changge said calmly.

“Back off, I won’t make it difficult for you.”
“So it’s the one known as Elder Mu, the Holy Sword,” the man in the black robe said with a light smile.

“Everyone says you’re invincible in the Melting Heaven Realm; I’d like to see for myself.”
“You’re not strong enough.

If all of Qi Yao came at me, then maybe you could try,” Mu Changge said calmly.

The man in the black robe stared at Mu Changge, his crimson eyes wavering uncertainly.