Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

Chapter 557: Chapter 269: Kill the Old Curator, Fortune Soars

Immortal Martial Dual Cultivation.

Immortals excel at spell attacks, capable of slaying foes with flying swords and taking their heads from a thousand miles away.

Martial artists are unrivaled in close combat, their fists and feet able to shatter mountains and rivers—calm as the pine, swift as the tiger, ending battles in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Feng had never expected that reaching Mastery Level in the Upper Part of the Divine Sect Treasure Manual would grant him Late Divine Realm power; back then, when Xiao Zhan rebelled, he only had Early Divine Realm strength when establishing his rule.

When his strength later soared to the Divine Realm Peak, he began to feel uneasy toward him, scheming how to entrap him. At last, after breaking through to the Divine Realm, he could no longer restrain himself and bared his fangs at him.

Now, though Jiang Feng’s Martial Arts Realm strength was still below that of Xiao Zhan back then,

at this critical moment, he exploded with power.

Utilizing the Mysterious Nether Spear Technique at Great Perfection Realm, he tore open a gap in the old master’s attack, launching a devastating strike—it meant Jiang Feng still stood a certain chance.

After all, he and the old master were no more than two meters apart, and martial artists were most adept at close-range raids.

"What?"

The old master was cursing up a storm in his heart.

He saw the silver spear shoot forth abruptly, with myriad spear shadows, seeming even more terrifying than his own Thousand Rain Sword Array. As he was trying to break through the last layer of the Civil Servant Sword’s defense, these sudden spear shadows threw his formation into chaos.

The Thousand Rain Sword frantically intercepted.

Unfortunately, in this split second, the spear shadows of the silver spear still outnumbered the incoming sword shadows of the Thousand Rain Sword by just a few.

The old master instinctively tried to retreat.

But he was still a beat too slow.

"Pfft!"

Holes appeared in both sides of his chest and his abdomen, each blooming with blood.

"Urgh!"

Jiang Feng also sprayed blood from his mouth; two sword shadows pierced his waist and belly. He had gone all out with the Mysterious Nether Spear Technique, hoping to take the old master’s life in this crucial moment, but this left gaps in his Civil Servant Sword’s defense, giving the old master an opening.

If the old master hadn’t blocked the Mysterious Nether Spear Technique, then even if Jiang Feng could kill him with these few strikes, he himself would have been gravely injured or even shattered to pieces.

"Urgh!"

The spear was still impaled in the old master’s left chest; Jiang Feng swept it away with a flick.

With the old master reeling from such a heavy blow, the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array crumbled by itself.

"You—"

The old master’s eyes widened; the instant his body was knocked flying, he tried to muster his spiritual energy to create distance. Jiang Feng, enduring the searing pain in his abdomen, pierced forward again—water droplets piercing stone—thrusting at the old master’s back.

"Master!"

The Saintess cried out in alarm.

The situation took a dramatic turn in the blink of an eye.

She stood atop the White-winged Roc, eagerly hoping her master would kill Jiang Feng, but she’d never imagined Jiang Feng, who was trapped in the Thousand Swords Lock Dragon Array, would execute a spear technique, tearing open an exit and stabbing her master’s vitals several times over.

Seeing the old master at death’s door, she manipulated her flying sword to dive from above.

"Urgh!"

But, she was still a step too late.

Jiang Feng struck too fast, seizing his moment for a killing blow.

His spear penetrated the old master’s back, the silver spear like a venomous dragon drilling forward, entering through the back and emerging out the chest, turning his internal organs to mush.

The fleshly body was dead.

The old master’s soul tore itself from his body.

The Thousand Rain Sword, which had circled his body, fell to the ground.

His soul, filled with panic and fear, tried to escape into the distant sky.

Yet a rain of spear shadows completely sealed him in.

In an instant, his soul and spirit were scattered into nothingness.

"Urgh!"

The flying sword controlled by the Saintess, at that moment, pierced through Jiang Feng’s shoulder blade. She’d meant to impale his chest but Jiang Feng dodged aside.

No matter what, Jiang Feng’s strength was still superior to hers.

"Looking for death!"

Jiang Feng’s face was twisted with rage as he gripped the Saintess’s flying sword tightly, trying to sever its connection to her and deliver backlash.

The Saintess was shocked and frantically recalled her flying sword.

Jiang Feng took backlash first, then was skewered in the waist and belly by the old master’s Thousand Rain Sword, and finally was stabbed in the shoulder by the Saintess’s flying sword; wounded in rapid succession, his strength dropped sharply, so he couldn’t keep the Saintess’s flying sword.

"Run!"

The Saintess commanded the White-winged Roc to flee at once.

Since that sword had failed to pierce Jiang Feng’s chest, she knew the overall situation was lost. Even though Jiang Feng was gravely wounded, with Divine Dao Foundation Establishment strength, she, with only half-step Foundation Establishment cultivation, was no match for him.

She had to escape immediately.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Jiang Feng ignored his own wounds, drew his Dragon Bone Bow, and fired volley after volley at the White-winged Roc.

"Kee-aw!"

The White-winged Roc was already severely wounded—its wings punctured by arrow shadows and talons shattered. All it could do was hover anxiously, watching the fight below.

Upon seeing the old master’s body fall and soul scattered, it was scared out of its wits, desperate to escape and no longer dared to attack Jiang Feng.

Facing Jiang Feng’s barrage, it could only accelerate its flight, shift directions, and try to dodge the arrow shadows—there was nothing else it could do.

But the deadliest thing was, the arrow shadows from the Dragon Bone Bow would never relent until they struck their target.

The White-winged Roc had only two options: destroy them, or shake them off completely. Unable to lose them, it finally chose to sweep with its wings.

"Pfft pfft!"

This flurry cost it its last chance to flee, the already-injured wings taking even more damage.

It shrieked in pain.

"Ding!"

The Saintess, anxious, tried to help with her flying sword, but saw the White-winged Roc spiral helplessly downward. In desperation, she abandoned the roc, controlling her sword and soaring off into the distance.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Jiang Feng fired three arrows in quick succession at her.

But each arrow was noticeably weaker than before.

Grievously wounded and having shot so many arrows in a row, his body was reaching its limit. The throbbing pain from his wounds told him leaving the White-winged Roc behind was already no easy feat; to kill the Saintess now would be pushing it.