Chapter 2245 - 2234: The Green-clothed Venerable Appears

The golden longsword in hand drew countless afterimages, affected by space gravity, and to Lin Zifeng now, the White Sky Venerable was just a lamb waiting for slaughter, incapable of escape.

"Pfft..."

The golden sword light tore a deep bloodstain on the White Sky Venerable’s abdomen, twisting into an eerie arc and once again stabbing towards the Venerable’s thigh.

The razor-sharp sword light cut open the abdomen, and blood gushed out like a breached dam. The old face of the White Sky Venerable was contorted, and the pain from his vital points being pierced made him feel like he might resort to suicide!

But that thought was fleeting; the White Sky had climbed to the position of one of the Five Supreme Venerables not just due to extraordinary cultivation, but also due to an exceptionally resilient mindset!

White Sky Venerable could see through Lin Zifeng’s intentions. He wanted to exhaust the life force of the Soul-devouring Blood Python using his own body, ensuring the power of life and death would be firmly in Lin Zifeng’s hands!

For some reason, a golden light burst suddenly from White Sky Venerable’s murky eyes. His contorted face returned to normal, becoming gloomy.

"Ant! You shall die!"

Seeing Lin Zifeng trying to escape again, White Sky Venerable used all his strength to break through the space gravity, with a crisp sound of bones cracking in his withered right arm, he suddenly reached to grab Lin Zifeng’s throat.

Even though the Sub-Saint Realm First Layer Heaven might be seen as insignificant by Lin Zifeng, this didn’t mean White Sky Venerable was entirely powerless!

"Crack..."

Lin Zifeng looked at the arm of White Sky Venerable suddenly reaching out, momentarily forgetting to dodge, utterly shocked that the seemingly doddering old White Sky could forcefully break through space gravity to attack!

"Clack clack clack..."

The withered fingers clutched onto Lin Zifeng’s blood-stained neck, with the sound of bones cracking mixed with the excruciating pain and the crushing force of space gravity, White Sky Venerable’s face was twisted fiercely, yet his tense right arm did not budge!

"Whoosh..."

Behind Lin Zifeng, the Soul-devouring Blood Python rushed with its bloody mouth wide open; its grip fiercely seized Lin Zifeng’s throat. For a moment, Lin Zifeng paused, seeing only the vicious smile on White Sky Venerable’s lips.

Just two seconds of holding Lin Zifeng, and the Soul-devouring Blood Python would rip him to pieces. With life’s shared force, would a severed arm matter!

But what surprised White Sky Venerable was that, instead of panicking at the brink of life and death, Lin Zifeng chuckled, his tone playful: "Old thing, it seems I underestimated you!"

As soon as the words fell, the light smile on Lin Zifeng’s lips vanished abruptly, replaced by substantial, chilling killing intent.

"Screech..."

"Pfft..."

In a flash, Lin Zifeng’s right hand twisted, and the golden longsword in his hand drew countless afterimages, severing White Sky Venerable’s entire right arm!

Immediately, White Sky Venerable’s broken arm bled profusely, but not a drop splattered on Lin Zifeng, as he had already flashed dozens of meters away.

"Boom!"

Though fiercely unleashed, the Soul-devouring Blood Python was still familiar and affectionate towards White Sky Venerable. Seeing the enemy evade, its massive body hastily halted, barely stopping before the anguished White Sky Venerable.

As Lin Zifeng’s feet landed, he quickly turned his head to observe, slightly startled to find White Sky Venerable’s severed arm slowly stopping the blood, solidifying, and shortly a fearsome right arm covered with scales formed.

With the arm covered in dark red scales, Lin Zifeng furrowed his sword brows, about to speak when Mu Ruoyun’s delighted tone caught him off guard: "Lord Zifeng, did you notice how long it took White Sky’s right arm to regenerate!"

Ten seconds or more...

Mumbling to himself, Lin Zifeng’s eyes brightened, feeling a surge: "The first stab into White Sky’s old abdomen took less than three seconds to heal, but this time, it took over ten seconds!"

This means White Sky Venerable’s shared life force with the Soul-devouring Blood Python had been depleted significantly, hence the delayed recovery.

Meanwhile, in Green-clothed Cave, the Green-clothed Venerable’s sharp eyes suddenly burst two sword-like gleams, seemingly piercing the obstacles before him. His previously sneering face undeniably grew solemn, saying in a deep voice: "This is odd, the Soul-devouring Blood Python’s momentum is fading, could it be White Sky’s really not competent against those rebellious individuals?"

Reluctant to believe, yet Green-clothed senses indicated White Sky was truly not Lin Zifeng’s match!

After hesitating for a moment, Green-clothed Venerable’s eyes flickered sharply, the surrounding air warped abruptly, and in an instant, his figure flashed nearly a kilometer away.

With several flickers, Green-clothed Venerable’s figure vanished, heading precisely towards Lin Zifeng’s forested location!

In the clearing, Lin Zifeng’s face showed shadows, gazing at the increasingly slow Soul-devouring Blood Python, his clenched fists bulging with veins.

"Counting that last one, wouldn’t White Sky the old thing have died forty times? Just ten more, and this beast should fall!"

As soon as he spoke, the Soul-devouring Blood Python lunged forward, its movement still affected by space gravity and heavily wounded, Lin Zifeng easily dodged the feeble attack with a flash.

Seeing the Soul-devouring Blood Python’s once blood-like eyes dulling, Lin Zifeng conjured a golden longsword, once more aiming at the crumpled White Sky Venerable lying on the ground.

At this moment, White Sky Venerable’s skin was almost covered in dark red scales; scales shed from his chest, revealing fair skin that was instantly pierced and stained red by Lin Zifeng’s golden longsword.

"Ah..."

Despite the scream, White Sky Venerable’s frail voice sounded more like a moan to Lin Zifeng.

"Nine more times!"

Dodging the Soul-devouring Blood Python’s assault, Lin Zifeng roared, about to thrust his sword forward when Mu Ruoyun’s sudden and urgent voice halted him: "Something’s wrong, a particularly strong presence is coming, clearly aimed at you, Lord Zifeng."

His sword brows knitted tightly, Lin Zifeng asked in a deep voice: "A powerful presence? How strong?"

"At least... a Thunder Tribulation Expert."

Mu Ruoyun’s calm tone thundered in Lin Zifeng’s ears like a lightning bolt in a clear sky, making him catch his breath.

Thunder Tribulation Expert, no matter how formidable or prideful Lin Zifeng might be; he fully understood with his current strength, being crushed by a Thunder Tribulation Expert would be effortless!