Chapter 107: The Spirit-Devouring Divine Art

Yang Xiao and Cang Yuan exchanged a glance, silently agreeing to strike first. Yang Xiao unleashed the Sword Soul Realm, sending thousands of flying swords slashing down toward Murong Ba, while Cang Yuan gathered spiritual energy to form a massive cauldron that, as if solid, crashed down upon Murong Ba.

Facing the combined assault from Yang Xiao and Cang Yuan, Murong Ba sneered coldly, “Since you two are reckless enough to challenge me, I’ll make sure you pay the price.” With that, his spiritual energy erupted wildly, forming a lid-like dome that descended to trap Yang Xiao and Cang Yuan beneath it.

Though their attacks were formidable, Murong Ba’s profound cultivation allowed him to withstand them fully. Especially when he chanted his incantation, countless thread-like strands separated from the dome. These threads, upon touching Yang Xiao’s and Cang Yuan’s spiritual energy, absorbed it as if whales drawing water—draining their power relentlessly.

“What a strange technique—to directly absorb one's spiritual energy,” Yang Xiao thought in astonishment. If this continued, his own spiritual energy would wane while Murong Ba’s grew stronger, placing them at a severe disadvantage.

“How does my Devouring Spirit Skill taste? Thinking to survive after crossing me is a fool’s dream,” Murong Ba laughed maniacally.

“That technique is indeed formidable. Brother Yang, it seems we’re outmatched. We must find a way to escape quickly; otherwise, the longer this drags on, the more our spiritual power will diminish. When that happens, we’ll be at Murong Ba’s mercy, perhaps suffering the same fate as Yu Yong and Jiao Fei,” Cang Yuan warned anxiously.

“Alright, I’ll hold Murong Ba off momentarily, then we both retreat,” Yang Xiao said, releasing several thunder talismans toward Murong Ba. Though the dome blocked them, the explosions caused it to tremble and falter, severing the energy-absorbing threads.

“Let’s go,” Yang Xiao said, vanishing with Yu Jing as they quickly withdrew, with Cang Yuan close behind. In moments, they escaped Murong Ba’s attack range.

“Trying to flee? Not so easy.” Infuriated and humiliated, Murong Ba controlled his spiritual energy and gave chase. Once again, he summoned the dome-like shield, intent on trapping Yang Xiao and Cang Yuan.

At that moment, a massive mountain of spiritual energy suddenly soared toward Murong Ba’s dome from outside the Murong clan’s territory. Entirely composed of spiritual energy, the mountain rivaled the size of Murong Ba’s dome, revealing its owner to be no ordinary qi-condensing cultivator.

The mountain slammed into the dome, rescuing Yang Xiao and Cang Yuan from danger.

Naturally, they halted to see who had come to their aid.

Soon, the mountain’s owner appeared in a rush: Qi Feng, whom Yang Xiao and Cang Yuan had met before.

Qi Feng, relying on his substantial cultivation, effectively blocked Murong Ba.

“Who are you?” Murong Ba asked, surprised.

“Murong Ba, you don’t need to know who I am. Just understand that today is your death day. You’ve slain countless cultivators through your evil arts, and now that I’ve caught you red-handed, justice will be served,” Qi Feng declared with righteous indignation.

“Such arrogance! Regardless of who you are, now that you know my secret, you must pay the price,” Murong Ba retorted, chanting an incantation. Threads once more separated from the dome, coiling toward Qi Feng’s spiritual mountain.

“Brother Qi, be careful! Those threads are sinister—absorbing other cultivators’ spiritual energy,” Yang Xiao warned.

“Haha, don’t worry. I’m prepared,” Qi Feng replied and flicked his hand. A net-shaped spiritual treasure shot forth, rapidly expanding to envelop his spiritual mountain, preventing Murong Ba’s threads from directly touching his energy. Thus, Murong Ba’s absorption technique lost its effect.

“A spiritual treasure,” Yang Xiao marveled at Qi Feng’s net. Clearly, Qi Feng had an extraordinary background; otherwise, he wouldn’t possess such an artifact. The net was evidently a defensive treasure, perfect for countering Murong Ba’s Devouring Spirit Skill.

“Murong Ba, let us settle this with our true strength,” Qi Feng declared, driving his spiritual mountain to smash against Murong Ba’s dome.

Murong Ba had no choice but to confront Qi Feng head-on.

Their battle raged for thousands of exchanges, neither gaining the upper hand. Both were evenly matched.

Yet, after such prolonged combat, fatigue set in, and both marveled at the other’s cultivation.

Murong Ba, confident after absorbing many cultivators’ power, believed himself formidable—though not yet reaching the Perfection Realm, no ordinary qi-condensing cultivator could match him. But facing Qi Feng, he realized such a powerful cultivator still existed, especially one so young with such prowess—a truly remarkable feat.

Qi Feng, too, was alarmed at his inability to defeat Murong Ba. Prolonged exhaustion could deplete his spiritual power dangerously. If he still couldn’t overcome Murong Ba, defeat was inevitable. Yet, with no other option, he resolved to fight on.

Yang Xiao observed everything carefully. Seeing both Murong Ba and Qi Feng breathing heavily, he finally stepped forward and said, “Brother Qi Feng, Murong Ba is at his limit. Let me assist you in ending him once and for all. We cannot allow him to harm more people.”