Chapter 221: Breaking Through with Sheer Force

Chen Fei didn’t waste any words and walked behind Guan Tong.

“Hold your breath and focus your mind! In a moment, guide your Qi according to my directions,” he said, pressing his palm against Guan Tong’s back.

Guan Tong was a bit surprised. Chen Fei was merely a lower-tier Dao Realm cultivator—what was he planning to do?

Before he could react, a thick wave of internal energy surged into his body, rapidly clearing out the corrosive blood poison within him at a visible speed!

Not daring to be distracted, Guan Tong quickly followed Chen Fei’s instructions and held his breath, focusing his mind.

Soon, his aura began to rise steadily, with faint signs of restoring to his former Yuan Realm strength!

Qin Heng sensed the change and finally looked relieved. Guan Tong was like the cornerstone of Qinling’s defense—as long as he stood firm, the entire region would regain its former glory!

With a sharp breath, Guan Tong opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

The blood hit the ground and began to wriggle, as if something alive was crawling within it.

Chen Fei silently took out a pill. “This is a Restoration Pill. After taking it, your strength will return to its peak.”

“Thank you… Daoist friend Chen,” Guan Tong hesitated at how to address him. But seeing him casually take out such a high-grade pill didn’t surprise him—after all, Chen Fei was a registered disciple of the Sacred Land of Tianqing, and their resources were famously abundant.

As Guan Tong consumed the pill, his aura didn’t surge outward but instead withdrew and consolidated.

Chen Fei slowly withdrew his hand and smiled before turning to leave the secret chamber.

“Brother Chen, what about the Ancestor…?” Qin Heng asked as he saw him emerge alone.

“No worries. Once the pill’s effects settle, he’ll be back in the Yuan Realm ranks,” Chen Fei replied, then raised his head toward the distance, smiling faintly. “They’re here.”

A dark red blood cloud was swiftly approaching from afar.

At first, it didn’t seem like much, but as it drew closer, everyone began to feel an overwhelming pressure bearing down on them.

“Enemy attack!”

A booming shout echoed across the area, and the entire Qinling was instantly mobilized.

Qin Heng’s expression changed. “Brother Chen, I’ll go organize the defense against those Blood Cloud Sect scum!”

Chen Fei nodded and turned to the residence of the Cold Moon Saintess.

“Something wrong?” her voice came from inside.

“The Blood Cloud Sect has arrived. They’re probably after me,” Chen Fei said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stand aside and watch.” Her voice was brief but to the point.

That was enough.

Chen Fei didn’t know why the Cold Moon Saintess had chosen to follow him—sure, she had her flimsy excuses, but for now, her presence was a net positive.

“Thank you, Senior Sister Cold Moon,” he said with a bow toward her door before turning his eyes toward the incoming blood cloud.

“If you’ve come, you won’t be leaving.”

With a smirk, Chen Fei took a step into the air. It was as if invisible stairs formed beneath his feet as he ascended skyward.

The blood cloud finally reached the skies above Qinling.

“Long time no see,” a warm voice echoed unexpectedly from within the cloud.

Chen Fei looked up, smirking. “Wang Fang, you really don’t learn your lessons, do you? What tricks have you brought this time? Don’t forget what I said last time.”

Wang Fang’s voice turned cold. “As expected of the personal disciple of the Tianqing Patriarch. Sharp tongue, as always!”

“Enough talk. This arrogant brat—leave him to me!”

A loud, gravelly voice sounded out, and a white-haired old man shot out from the blood cloud.

This man had a peculiar pair of eyes—one was pure white, the other pitch black.

“Yin-Yang Dual Pupils?” Chen Fei raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Having once possessed the Three-Pupil Spirit Eye, Chen Fei had extensive knowledge about rare ocular root bones. He never expected to meet one here.

Unlike other innate talents, the Yin-Yang Dual Pupils were ideal for evil cultivators. They allowed the user to perceive the spiritual essence of others with ease, helping to absorb souls and blood to strengthen themselves.

But in the end, talent was just potential—what mattered was how it was used.

“You’ve got some knowledge. I am Niu Bing. Today, I’ll show you what the core disciples of Tianqing are really worth!”

With a cold laugh, Niu Bing’s eyes flared. The moment his ocular technique activated, they emitted a force so strong it felt like they could suck Chen Fei’s soul out.

Chen Fei simply snorted. The Void Heaven Cauldron within him trembled violently.

The suction force instantly collapsed, and Niu Bing groaned in pain. “Such powerful spiritual force! Interesting… very interesting!”

Then, he shook the long banner in his hand. “Tide of Ten Thousand Souls—descend!”

The sky instantly darkened. A massive Eight Trigram symbol appeared out of nowhere and began to rotate slowly.

Ghostly figures began appearing in midair—emotionless, but radiating intense cold energy. A touch wouldn’t kill, but it could cause temporary paralysis.

Surrounded by these specters, any fight would turn increasingly difficult.

But Chen Fei stared calmly at the floating ghosts, one hand gripping the hilt of his massive sword. “Slash!”

Thousand Illusion Slash, tenfold amplification!

A burst of sword energy exploded from the blade. The moment it struck, the surrounding specters were obliterated, and the massive sword light seemed to tear the heavens apart.

The ghostly formation and Niu Bing’s long banner shattered instantly, forcing him to stagger back.

“This… How is this possible?!”

Chen Fei chuckled.

Break all with sheer force!

Empowered by the Thousand Illusion Slash, this sword strike had transcended to another level.

“I’ve seen your tricks—now it’s my turn.”

With those words, Chen Fei vanished from sight.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Niu Bing, sword raised.

Niu Bing immediately activated his Yin-Yang Eyes: “Pierce Through Realms!”

A sinister portal opened behind him, and a pale hand reached out, aiming to grab Chen Fei.

Chen Fei didn’t dodge. His sword cleaved down onto the hand.

A deep gash split the hand open, oozing purple-black blood. A furious roar echoed from within the portal.

Chen Fei frowned.

Niu Bing, on the other hand, looked terrified. His body twisted violently as he screamed, “No!”

But the wounded hand ignored him. It grabbed Niu Bing and dragged him into the shadowy portal.

A flash of light—and the skies cleared.

Chen Fei rested his massive sword on his shoulder and looked mockingly at the blood cloud.

“Wang Fang, your underlings really suck. Who’s next?”