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Chapter 556: Chapter 268: Divine Dao Foundation Establishment, Late Divine Realm (Part 3)

"Ding ding ding!"

The Thousand Rain Sword is the old master’s magical treasure, seemingly enhanced with Magical Techniques and Divine Power. Jiang Feng felt that the Civil Servant Sword was being hacked hundreds of times in an instant.

Thankfully, the Civil Servant Sword is of a high level.

Coupled with Jiang Feng’s strong power, the old master’s Thousand Rain Sword couldn’t easily break through.

"Die!"

The Saintess manipulated the flying sword once again, striking towards Jiang Feng’s vital spots, seizing the opportunity to take his life. Although the destruction of the Divine Sect was caused by Cyan Snake King and the Blood Sea Loose Cultivators, Jiang Feng was also connected. If Elder Wang and others hadn’t been killed by Jiang Feng, where would Cyan Snake King and the others have found a chance?

"Humph!"

Feeling the Saintess’s murderous intent, Jiang Feng snorted coldly and raised his hand, shooting three arrows towards her.

"Puff!"

Unfortunately, due to the use of the Dragon Bone Bow, some power was diverted, resulting in the Civil Servant Sword’s defense failing to hold up, and two sword shadows pierced through his thigh and shoulder.

He groaned, falling on one knee.

"Come back!"

Forced into action, Jiang Feng fully controlled the Qinglong Cauldron, attempting to break through the old master’s Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array, but the resistance he faced was formidable.

This greatly reduced the defense on the Civil Servant Sword side.

"Jiang Feng, you have no way out. If you want to survive, sign the Divine Soul Contract with my Mad Blade Martial Arts Hall. I assure you won’t be mistreated."

The old master spoke condescendingly.

"Caw!"

The White-winged Roc let out a proud cry. Under the attack of the Dragon Bone Bow, three to four bloody holes appeared on its wings, and nearly all its claws fell off, losing its attacking power before Jiang Feng, and could only rise to maintain a safe distance.

Hearing that Jiang Feng was about to become the martial arts hall’s servant, it crowed happily.

"I’ll give you my Dragon Bone Bow and Qinglong Cauldron, will you spare my life?"

Jiang Feng stood up and asked.

"No way, besides signing the Divine Soul Contract with my Mad Blade Martial Arts Hall, you have no other choice."

The old master stroked his beard.

His strength was above Jiang Feng’s, and with the Thousand Rain Sword and Dragon-locking Technique, he rendered Jiang Feng’s Qinglong Cauldron useless, forcing Jiang Feng to abandon the Dragon Bone Bow to fight him with flying swords.

"Ding ding ding!"

The surrounding sword shadows grew sharper, and blood streaks began appearing on Jiang Feng’s face, indicating that the Thousand Rain Sword was about to break through the Civil Servant Sword’s defense and tear him to pieces.

Jiang Feng’s expression was ugly, and he kept retreating.

Thinking it over, he said, "Fine, I’ll sign, sign your mother!"

"Pft!"

As his words fell, Jiang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, forcefully severing his connection to the Qinglong Cauldron, enduring the intense backlash pain, and raised the Dragon Bone Bow to shoot three arrows at the old master.

The bloody scene took the old master by surprise; severing the connection to a magical treasure invokes backlash, causing severe harm to the body and dashing future advancement hopes.

Jiang Feng would rather fight for his life than be coerced into being a lackey for the Mad Blade Martial Arts Hall.

"Puff!"

The old master couldn’t defend against the first arrow, which blew apart one side of his shoulder, while the remaining two arrow shadows were blocked by his Thousand Rain Sword.

"Bang!"

The Qinglong Cauldron fell from the sky, sinking into the ground.

"Courting death!"

The old master, in pain, saw that he lost an arm, knowing he could use Spiritual Energy to reshape it later but feeling extreme anger, as this injury would greatly harm his vitality.

He gathered all the power of the Thousand Rain Sword towards Jiang Feng’s body, aiming to crush Jiang Feng’s Sword Control Technique and the Civil Servant Sword, so Jiang Feng would stand no chance and be at his mercy.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Jiang Feng was fearless, continuously shooting arrow after arrow at the old master, determined for mutual destruction.

The old master was intimidated by Jiang Feng’s momentum.

He didn’t want a desperate struggle with Jiang Feng; thinking the Dragon Bone Bow was a long-range magical artifact, he promptly flew down from the White-winged Roc, surrounded by Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array, shielding him securely.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Upon seeing this scene, Jiang Feng appeared panicked, realizing the old master intended to trap him along with his sword in the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array.

Knowing this array couldn’t even be broken by the Qinglong Cauldron.

If trapped, he’d only be at the mercy of the captor.

Sensing reduced pressure on the Civil Servant Sword, the old master recalled the sword shadows, congregating at the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array, oppressing himself.

Jiang Feng kept retreating, attempting to create distance from the old master.

But as he retreated, the old master pressed closer.

The Dragon Bone Bow’s effectiveness was sharply dwindling.

Once trapped in the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array, surrounded by sword shadows, the Dragon Bone Bow loses function.

"Jiang Feng, I’ll give you one last chance, will you sign or not?"

The old master pressed relentlessly.

"Sign your mother!"

Jiang Feng shot the final arrow.

As the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array approached, he slung the Dragon Bone Bow across his body, manipulating the Civil Servant Sword defensively. The Sword Control Technique at the Great Perfection Realm was not without merit.

Jiang Feng relied on this magic sect to carve out a temporarily safe space within the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array.

"Ding ding ding!"

The Thousand Rain Sword clashed with the Civil Servant Sword, forcing the latter into a losing position, shrinking Jiang Feng’s safe space.

The old master stood within the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array. The surrounding sword shadows automatically shielded him; with one hand behind his back and blood flowing from his shoulder, he still spoke humorously, watching Jiang Feng’s defensive power weaken under his Sword Array. Unable to resist, he asked again, "This is your final chance, will you sign or not?"

"How to sign?"

Under pressure, Jiang Feng finally changed his tune.

"Throw away the sword, and I’ll teach you how to sign."

The old master laughed.

"If I throw it away, I won’t have a chance to live."

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"Throw it!"

The old master ordered, at this moment, reducing the attack power of the sword shadows in the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array, showing one last goodwill to Jiang Feng, indicating that there’s no point in continuing the fight like this.

"I said, sign your mother!"

However, Jiang Feng seized the opportunity, fully manipulating the Civil Servant Sword, expanding the surrounding space and approaching the old master.

"It’s regrettable."

The old master sighed, shaking his head, seeing the pressure from the Thousand Rain Sword on the Civil Servant Sword mount rapidly, intending to break through Jiang Feng’s final defense and send him on his way.

"Boom!"

But just then.

A silver-white dragon erupted from Jiang Feng’s palm.

Seizing the critical moment when the Civil Servant Sword held off the pressure from the Thousand Rain Sword, it surged towards the old master’s brow, the white dragon moved fast and fierce, able to split into countless shadows, cutting a path through the impenetrable Sword Net.

Directly aiming at the old master’s brow’s vital spot.

This strike was from the second form of the Mysterious Nether Spear Technique, Shadow-Following Form.

Jiang Feng knew he wasn’t a match for the old master; to win, he had to use cunning strategy, so he risked severing his defense with the Qinglong Cauldron, luring the old master close.

Finally earning himself an opportunity, victory or defeat hinged on this moment.