Chapter 312: A Vast Difference

Xuan Ming glanced at Leng Yue, a trace of surprise in his eyes.

“Your bloodline awakening has reached around 80%. That’s certainly rare. But some things—no matter how hard you try—simply can’t be forced.”

He raised his hand and pointed directly at her.

“If your awakening had reached 90%, you might have qualified to become a target of Heaven’s Execution.”

“But as you are now, you’re not worthy.”

With that, he flicked his finger.

It seemed like a simple attack—but Leng Yue’s expression turned grim.

Her fingers danced as she formed seals, summoning a six-pointed snowflake shield that rapidly formed in front of her like delicate ice crystal armor.

At the same time, a long and imposing shadow appeared beside the spirit behind her—

The Frostwhite Tiger.

“Oh? I didn’t expect you to have such a fortuitous encounter,” Xuan Ming remarked, raising an eyebrow in interest.

The energy flicked by his finger struck the shield of snowflakes.

Though beautiful, the shield shattered on contact—

But this attack also enraged the Frostwhite Tiger, whose icy roar echoed through the sky. Its spiritual form became solid, tail like a blade, leaping straight toward Xuan Ming.

“Had you been given more time to refine your fortune, you might have pushed your bloodline to 90%…” Xuan Ming said with faint regret.

“But if you insist on fighting now, you’re just throwing it all away.”

“Enough nonsense!” Leng Yue barked, whipping her arm forward.

The Frostwhite Tiger let out another thunderous roar as it lunged forward.

At that moment, the space in front of Xuan Ming began to ripple.

“Chen Fei, run!” Leng Yue’s cold voice rang in Chen Fei’s ears.

“Senior Sister… Do you really think that’s possible?” Chen Fei sighed internally.

As he suspected—Leng Yue had stepped up not to win, but to buy time for him.

And the moment she struck, she urged him to flee—

Clearly, she had no confidence in defeating Xuan Ming.

The last time they met, the Xuan Ming at the Chen clan estate was merely a spiritual projection.

But this… this was Xuan Ming’s true body.

The sheer pressure made Chen Fei feel suffocated.

Even with the Void Heaven Cauldron, he wasn’t sure if he could escape.

He had no plan. No way forward.

Meanwhile, the Frostwhite Tiger reached Xuan Ming.

Unfazed, Xuan Ming raised his hand slowly.

“Since you won’t listen, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

His palm aimed at the charging tiger.

The beast froze in place, its momentum completely halted.

Xuan Ming’s figure blinked forward and appeared right in front of the tiger.

“What a pity.”

Boom! The Frostwhite Tiger shattered instantly into fragments of spiritual light.

Leng Yue coughed up blood and was sent flying from the backlash.

Chen Fei leaped forward and caught her.

But the moment he touched her, the extreme cold nearly froze him solid.

Thankfully, the Void Heaven Cauldron in his body reacted, absorbing the frigid spiritual energy.

Only then did he avoid being frozen.

Leng Yue vanished, taken away by the protective power of Purple Clarity Palace.

Xuan Ming’s gaze finally shifted toward Chen Fei, now showing a trace of interest.

“So… the Purple Clarity Palace is under your control now.”

When Xuan Ming had infiltrated the Chen Clan, part of his plan—under Heaven’s Execution—had been to claim the core treasure of the clan: the Purple Clarity Palace.

But fate had not been on his side.

Instead of succeeding, he’d gained nothing and exposed his hand.

Still, this wasn’t over.

Chen Fei stood holding the massive Bladeless Sword.

Compared to a true peak-level Heaven Dao cultivator like Xuan Ming, his presence was like a firefly to a blazing sun.

But there was no fear in Chen Fei’s eyes.

He slowly raised his sword.

“If you want what’s mine—come and take it yourself!”

Some memories can never be forgotten.

Chen Fei remembered the pain of having his Three-Eyed Spirit Root ripped out by Qin Shuang. That agony still haunted his bones.

But that suffering—he had endured.

And so, he would endure again.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Fei focused all his energy.

This would be the strongest sword strike he could currently unleash.

A strike—against fate itself.

“Open the Heavens!” he roared, gripping his sword with both hands.

The skies above darkened instantly.

Thunder split the heavens, lightning arcing through the clouds.

Even the residual pressure from the incoming sword strike sent beasts fleeing in panic from the forest.

“Heh… No wonder Heaven’s Execution is wary of you,” Xuan Ming muttered, seeing the celestial phenomena.

“Even at the Mystic Realm, you’re creating this kind of pressure. That’s dangerous.”

If someone at Chen Fei’s level could stir the heavens—

What would he become in the future?

More importantly, this was the best place to kill him.

If he escaped to the Heavenly Apex Holy Land, even Heaven’s Execution would hesitate to act.

“Fate won’t let you slip through,” Xuan Ming’s eyes gleamed coldly.

Though Chen Fei’s talent wasn’t top-tier, his combat power far exceeded expectations.

That meant something was being overlooked.

“Your struggle… is meaningless before me!” he declared.

Still, despite his scornful words, Xuan Ming didn’t dare take the strike lightly.

He summoned a pair of black iron gloves, meeting Chen Fei’s terrifying sword head-on.

“Die!” Chen Fei roared, finally channeling the full power of the Void Heaven Cauldron.

His Bladeless Sword turned deep crimson.

The ancient runes carved along its length lit up completely—

The force surged again.

The sword tore through space itself.

But just as the awe-inspiring blade approached, it was—

Caught.

Xuan Ming’s black-gloved hands stopped it cold.

The impact echoed like thunder.

Xuan Ming’s arms barely moved—just the slightest tremble.

“So… this is the power of the Heaven Dao Realm,” Chen Fei muttered, sensing how his strongest attack had been nullified.

Strangely, while Xuan Ming had blocked the blade, the sword’s energy passed through him entirely—

A bizarre sight, but very real.

Likely the result of Heaven Dao powers.

Behind Xuan Ming, the earth split apart, and even a distant hill was sliced in half, crashing into rubble and shaking the land.

“For a Mystic Realm cultivator to unleash a strike rivaling the peak of the Human Dao Realm… that’s something to be proud of,” Xuan Ming admitted honestly.

The gap between Mystic and Human Dao Realms was massive.

But Chen Fei had bridged that with pure strength.

That wasn’t just talent—it was genius.

But then Xuan Ming smirked.

“Still, that’s all it amounts to!”

With a flick of his hand, he disarmed Chen Fei, knocking the sword away.

Then Xuan Ming appeared before Chen Fei in a flash.

His palm struck Chen Fei square in the chest.

Chen Fei couldn’t even move—completely immobilized.

“One strike—and it’s over,” Xuan Ming growled.

Then his palm exploded with energy.