Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

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Inside the treasure basin, there was utter silence.

Although Lu Feng shouted himself hoarse, Gu Canyang remained unresponsive, clearly still asleep.

After all, in order to help Lu Feng break through the confinement of the ninth-grade array, Gu Canyang had almost exhausted all the little soul power he had painstakingly accumulated in his body, so he naturally couldn't recover as quickly now!

"It's over!"

Lu Feng circulated his Yuan energy and examined his dantian, only to find that the treasure basin remained completely still, causing a chill to run down his spine.

Now that the Heaven-Shielding Pearl, a mid-grade Xuan-level magic artifact, is no longer an obstacle, and Gu Canyang is in a deep sleep and unable to help, he has no chance of defeating Yun Xiaotian, who has gone mad with demonic possession!

This situation is almost a dead end!

"You little beast! Die!"

With another roar, Yun Xiaotian leaped out and attacked, his right hand spreading wide into a claw, grabbing at Lu Feng's head, intending to crush it on the spot!

"Damn it!"

Seeing Yun Xiaotian's furious attack, Lu Feng's expression also darkened. He immediately retreated rapidly, like a frightened bird, not daring to withstand the former's full-force claw attack.

Swish!

The sharp claws pierced the air like a crescent moon, sweeping towards Lu Feng's crown. The latter, however, dodged left and right, transforming into a nimble flying eagle, narrowly avoiding Yun Xiaotian's fatal claw attack!

"Purple Star Overlord Dragon Fist!"

Despite missing his target with his claw, Yun Xiaotian was not discouraged at all. Instead, he launched an even more ferocious attack, unleashing hundreds of Purple Dragon Fist strikes in succession.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A large amount of purple energy transformed into a phantom of a true dragon, interspersed with fierce fist energy. The power of this attack was so immense that it was like a real net covering the sky and the earth, instantly enveloping and blocking all of Lu Feng's escape routes, making it almost impossible for him to dodge!

Moreover, compared to Yun Ting's half-baked Ziwei Tyrant Dragon Fist, Yun Xiaotian's mastery of the Ziwei Tyrant Dragon Fist was not only more skillful, but its power was also on a completely different level, comparable to a true Xuan-grade martial art!

"The Eight Spirit Seals of Gara!"

Faced with the overwhelming force of the Purple Dragon Fist, Lu Feng's heart sank. He immediately clasped his hands together to form a palm print, and then summoned a large number of giant Yuan Power hands with rainbow-like momentum and golden cloud-like skin, which formed a thousand-handed wall in front of him.

Rumble...!

In an instant, the purple dragon roared, the golden clouds dispersed, and the power of the dragon was unstoppable, just as spring snow melted away!

"not good!"

"Hurricane Blade Storm...!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Feng's eyelids twitched violently. He immediately summoned his twin spirit souls once more, intending to use the fusion of the Golden Spirit Soul and the Hurricane Spirit Soul as a finishing move to block Yun Xiaotian's fatal blow.

However, it was all too late!

Bang!

Yun Xiaotian appeared suddenly in front of Lu Feng like the Grim Reaper had returned from hell. He then raised his hand and punched the latter hard in the right chest, breaking his sternum on the spot and staining the area with blood!

Click! Wow...!

Lu Feng suffered a severe blow to his right chest, and his face turned pale. He coughed up a large amount of blood and staggered backward like a broken sack until he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up straight!

hum!

The moment Lu Feng coughed up blood and collapsed, the energy field that had enveloped the square suddenly dissipated, as if the power of the Heavenly Pearl had been exhausted and thus it had completely collapsed!

"You little beast! Even if I kill you a thousand times, it won't bring Ting'er back to life, nor will it quell the hatred in my heart!"

After severely injuring Lu Feng with a single punch, Yun Xiaotian turned back again. At this moment, his blood-red eyes were fixed on Liao Fusheng, who was not far away. It seemed that his anger had not subsided, and he was also eyeing his opponent.

After all, his son Yunting had previously asked Liao Fusheng for help, but the latter not only ignored him but also mocked him. He showed no attitude as an "ally" and was more like an enemy!

"Hehe, Brother Yun, we need to be reasonable. This protector can't be blamed at all for your young master's death..."

Seeing Yun Xiaotian's anger directed at him, Liao Fusheng merely shrugged, his face remaining calm and composed, without a trace of panic. "Not to mention that your esteemed young master is at the half-step Yuanhai Realm, dealing with a mere nameless rogue cultivator at the fifth level of the Spirit Soul Realm is simply a piece of cake..."

"As for the claim of 'failing to help,' that's a huge injustice..."

At this point, Liao Fusheng grinned again, his tone playful, "Your Highness insisted on a one-on-one duel with this Lu Feng from the start, and refused to let the two of us help, so this Protector simply complied. What do you say, Brother Yun?"

"Liao Fusheng, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"

Seeing that Liao Fusheng was still making excuses, Yun Xiaotian's anger intensified, and he once again unleashed a powerful killing intent, clearly showing no mercy just because the former was his "ally".

After all, the entire palace is now under the control of the Yun family and Fengbo Tower, and Ren Tianxing and Xu Liancheng are seriously injured and cannot stop Yun Xiaotian's ambition to rebel and become emperor. The situation is already settled!

As for the only variable, Lu Feng was seriously injured and on the verge of death, barely clinging to life.

Therefore, Yun Xiaotian didn't need to worry about the consequences of falling out with Liao Fusheng, since everything was under his control!

"This guy actually intended to kill me, the protector?"

Seeing Yun Xiaotian's murderous aura and the imminent attack, Liao Fusheng also frowned slightly. He then took out a purple gourd shaped like a pipe from his storage ring, seemingly worried that the former might really turn his back on him.

"The effects of the life-defying elixir haven't kicked in yet, and this guy didn't consume that much in the past, not even a third as much as that kid Yun Ting..."

"Hmm, it seems that old bastard Yun Xiaotian wasn't affected by the Fate-Defying Elixir. He just went berserk and became possessed by a demon because of the death of his precious son..."

Seemingly remembering something, Liao Fusheng stroked his mustache, his eyes narrowing slightly again. "Heh, that old bastard is really pathetic, but these messy things have nothing to do with this protector..."

Although he was in a spectator's mood the whole time, he could understand Yun Xiaotian's feelings and situation.

After all, the other party only had two sons. The eldest son, Yun Ting, who was the most promising, was killed by Lu Feng, while the second son, Yun Haoxuan, not only sided with Emperor Ren Tianxing of Dongyun Kingdom, but also turned against his own father, Yun Xiaotian.

The death of one son and the rebellion of the other is such a devastating blow that most people could not bear it. Even a powerful figure like Yun Xiaotian would go mad on the spot and suffer a qi deviation.

"Liao Fusheng, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, don't blame me for being ruthless...!"

Yun Xiaotian's killing intent remained undiminished as he slowly approached Liao Fusheng on the other side.

"Brother Yun, don't blame me for not warning you. My death is a small matter; the revival of the Holy Church is of paramount importance. Anyone who dares to oppose the Holy Church will not have a good end..."

Seeing Yun Xiaotian pressing closer, Liao Fusheng subtly tightened his grip on the purple gourd in his hand, while coldly probing, word by word, "Brother Yun, you should be very clear about just how powerful the Holy Sect truly is..."

"Leaving aside how the Sect Master will view your Yun family's rebellion, once I, the Protector, die today, no one will ever be able to refine the life-defying elixir that your Yun family so desperately desires. You should think this through..."

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Xiaotian frowned and paused, seemingly hesitant.

"Your Majesty! Wait...!"

Just as Yun Xiaotian was hesitating, he heard another nervous and anxious voice from beside him.

thump!

The next moment, a burly man dressed in a black and white python robe leaped out from the side and knelt down to pay his respects to Yun Xiaotian opposite him. His forehead was covered in cold sweat. He was none other than the current Prime Minister Zhao Mingde!

"Your humble servant Zhao Mingde greets Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, we, your humble servants, pay our respects!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

Moreover, Zhao Mingde was followed by a group of high-ranking officials and scions of prominent families, who knelt down and kowtowed, while simultaneously offering unanimous congratulations.

Clearly, Zhao Mingde and the others not only gave up struggling and resisting, but also became very pragmatic, turning to serve Yun Xiaotian as the new emperor of Dongyun Kingdom. They were definitely opportunists!

"Damn it! These guys are such opportunists, completely unreliable...!"

Seeing Zhao Mingde and the others kneel down in the blink of an eye, Lu Feng, who was lying on the ground not far away with serious injuries, also frowned. He cursed inwardly, clearly feeling that these so-called high-ranking officials and scions of noble families had no backbone.