Chapter 2239 - 2228: Battle Against the Peak Saint, Bai Tian

"Boom..."

After the deafening blast, sky‑piercing sparks flared up again. With his keen eyesight, Lin Zifeng noticed that several cracks had actually appeared on the dark brown scales atop the Soul-devouring Demon Python’s head. Not obvious, but enough to make its massive body stagger violently.

And right then, Lin Zifeng had no time to be pleased, because behind him the killing aura of White Sky Venerable was surging as he hurled a violet light sphere straight at Lin Zifeng’s back!

"Wom..."

On White Sky Venerable’s withered palm, the dazzling violet radiance made every groove and scar on his hand look hideously twisted. Wherever the purple light passed, even the air behind Lin Zifeng warped into a distorted mass!

"What terrifying Elemental Power... could this old bastard be a Saint Peak expert?!"

While Lin Zifeng was inwardly shocked, his body twisted aside in haste. If that palm landed solidly, his heart might well be shaken to dust!

As he turned, the golden light in Lin Zifeng’s hand instantly condensed into the shape of a dragon head, blazing with sun‑like brilliance, not inferior to White Sky Venerable’s aura in the slightest!

"Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm!"

"Violet Star Split!"

"Boom..."

While fleeing, hearing the violent crash behind her, Dongfang Ziyue couldn’t help but halt mid‑stride, her face filled with worry as she stared back at the terrifying cloud of dust billowing into the sky.

Beside her, Dongka knew how critical this was. Lin Zifeng was using his life to buy time for the two of them. He tugged at Dongfang Ziyue’s jade‑white arm, and the two of them rushed deeper into the forest.

At that moment, Lin Zifeng was half‑kneeling on the open ground, his right hand clamped over his left arm. The heart‑ripping pain couldn’t make his sword‑brows furrow in the slightest, but the sweat dripping from his forehead had his stalwart figure trembling faintly.

"This old bastard... what a terrifying palm. Even Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm couldn’t match him."

Dark‑faced inside, Lin Zifeng replayed that clash in his mind, a chill of lingering fear rising unbidden.

When Lin Zifeng had just crossed palms with White Sky Venerable, Mu Ruoyun had instantly sensed something wrong. If not for her timely warning, Lin Zifeng’s entire left arm would probably have been shattered to fragments already.

Even so, right now Lin Zifeng felt as if the meridians in his left arm had been hacked by knives and stabbed by swords, pain lancing through every inch. From within the bones themselves came a harsh cracking sound.

"Ruoyun, looks like I’ve got to rely on you again this time. With just my current strength, I’m still not this old bastard’s match."

Facing such a powerful enemy, if Lin Zifeng still kept the same attitude he’d had against Red Sword, that would be nothing but courting death.

Mu Ruoyun knew exactly how powerful the foe in front of Lin Zifeng was, so she didn’t waste words. She hurriedly activated her Ability, and Lin Zifeng finally felt the heart‑tearing pain in his left arm ease slightly. His brows also relaxed a bit.

Slowly rising to his feet, Lin Zifeng fixed his killing‑intent‑filled eyes on White Sky Venerable, gritting his teeth as he snarled, "Old bastard, you think you’re the only one with backup?! Primordial Battle Banner, appear!"

Before his voice even fell, a War Banner surged out around Lin Zifeng. The flag fluttered without wind, its razor‑sharp aura making White Sky Venerable narrow his eyes and reassess the youth before him.

He’d quietly slaughtered the Blood Shadow Dark Guard who watched over this wasteland, then shattered the Heavenly Slaying Five Thunder Formation, and even managed to destroy the Formation of the Human Sacrifice Tower. Just what was this young man’s background?

The might of the Primordial Battle Banner wasn’t something ordinary people could discern, but how could White Sky Venerable fail to recognize it? The aura of an absolute‑grade Holy Artifact made even him feel a trace of dread. And just now, Lin Zifeng had fought him for so long, with the Soul-devouring Demon Python added in, yet only then did a slight hint of defeat appear. Now that he’d summoned a Holy Artifact to aid him, who would live or die was suddenly uncertain!

Worry was worry, but that didn’t mean White Sky Venerable feared Lin Zifeng. On the contrary, at this moment Lin Zifeng was, in his eyes, a priceless tonic to raise his Cultivation. As long as he crippled Lin Zifeng and then let the Soul-devouring Demon Python devour him, breaking through Heavenly Tribulation would be as easy as turning his hand!

Thinking of this, a mocking yet eager expression surfaced on White Sky Venerable’s withered face. His right hand turned into a claw, violet Flames burning at his fingertips as he lunged to kill Lin Zifeng.

Seeing this, Lin Zifeng’s eyes narrowed. The originally damaged Golden Longsword flared with dazzling light again, but this time he didn’t rush into a head‑on clash. Instead, he calmed himself and started pondering his opponent’s weaknesses.

White Sky Venerable’s strength was immense, and his battle instincts were razor sharp. Lin Zifeng admitted that in that exchange just now, he hadn’t spotted much to exploit. It was the Soul-devouring Demon Python that made his eyes light up, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smile.

Just earlier, when it was chasing Dongfang Ziyue and Dongka, and when it was attacking him from front and back, despite those perfect opportunities, the Soul-devouring Demon Python had never used Elemental Power or any such energy at all—only its tough body and terrifying speed to tangle with him...

If one said the Soul-devouring Demon Python was just a beast with weak battle instincts, Lin Zifeng would never believe it—just based on the way it had dodged that fatal strike.

Which meant... the Soul-devouring Demon Python simply couldn’t use Elemental Power!

With that thought, the light in Lin Zifeng’s eyes grew even brighter, and he sneered inwardly: "So it’s just a thick‑skinned animal. Hmph, no matter how strong, at the end of the day it’s just a beast. How can it possibly contend with me?"

Having thought of a way to deal with it, the curve of Lin Zifeng’s lips turned mocking. Staring at White Sky Venerable, who was now right within arm’s reach with his face full of killing intent, he bellowed, "Primordial Battle Banner, confine!"

As the words fell, sword‑sharp eyes like beams flashed with a hint of shock in White Sky Venerable, and his charging afterimage abruptly halted, slowing down. His right arm, shining with violet light, crackled with a series of popping sounds.

Ten‑thousand‑jin Gravity crashed down upon him. Even someone as powerful as White Sky Venerable was caught off guard for a moment. Lin Zifeng seized the chance: the Golden Longsword flew from his hand, tracing a dazzling arc, aiming to pierce straight through White Sky Venerable’s chest!

As the sword thrust out, Lin Zifeng didn’t stop. Golden light flared from his right hand as his figure followed just half a step behind the Golden Longsword. Man and sword streaked forward at full speed!

Space Gravity was a power produced by magnifying one’s own Gravity countless times. Even the gaunt White Sky Venerable had his movements greatly slowed, to say nothing of the Soul-devouring Demon Python behind Lin Zifeng!

With a body over ten meters long, it weighed at least a thousand jin. When that Space Gravity suddenly slammed down, its forward‑lunging snake head jerked violently, and then, as if a mountain had crashed upon it, its body plummeted straight to the ground.

On the ground, a trench over three meters deep blasted up clouds of dust. What Lin Zifeng hadn’t noticed was that the scales covering the Soul-devouring Demon Python’s iron‑like body were cracking with sharp, brittle sounds, fissures spreading across them. It looked shockingly ghastly. Like this, it was very likely about to suffer defeat.

"Old bastard, go to hell!"

By the time he drew near, Lin Zifeng had already overtaken the Golden Longsword. The dragon head formed by the golden light in his hand was less than half a meter from White Sky Venerable’s chest. Lin Zifeng was certain: if this palm landed solidly, even a Saint Peak like White Sky Venerable definitely wouldn’t be able to withstand it!

But in that instant, Lin Zifeng realized he’d still been too confident. How could there be any weaklings at Saint Peak?