Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled

Chapter 622 - 618: Zhang Baiyu in Shock

Zhang Baiyu’s face turned slightly blue from Xia Feng’s words, and his eyes darkened as he looked in Xia Feng’s direction: "Sharp tongue, aren’t you?"

"Since you’re so curious about my identity, I will generously tell you."

He squinted his eyes towards Xia Feng’s direction and said with a cold laugh, "I am Zhang Baiyu, the Divine Son of the Wuji Sect, a hidden sect that someone as ignorant as you surely hasn’t heard of."

Xia Feng feigned contemplation for a moment. He did guess Zhang Baiyu’s identity, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.

Xia Feng looked at Zhang Baiyu up and down like he was assessing merchandise, and after a while, he clicked his tongue lightly: "Doesn’t look that impressive?"

"I remember the Dongfang Clan once had a prodigy named Dongfang Baiyu. Guess what happened to that Baiyu in the end?"

Zhang Baiyu’s face turned even more unsightly. How could a mere prodigy from the Dongfang Clan compare to him? Xia Feng mentioning this person’s name sounded like an insult to him.

With a playful expression, Xia Feng smilingly added, "Since you don’t know, I will generously tell you."

"The previous Baiyu was shattered in my hands. I suppose you’ll soon follow in his footsteps."

A momentary flash of withering and flourishing passed over Zhang Baiyu’s body, and then he charged straight towards Xia Feng as if he’d lost his mind, refusing to stop until Xia Feng was dealt with.

The surrounding prodigies, seeing Zhang Baiyu nearly frenzied, didn’t dare to block his way and quickly made a path for him.

Xia Feng let out a derisive laugh, and the God-Burying Bell in his left hand suddenly shook, its sound spreading like the toll of a temple bell at dawn.

Upon hearing the bell, all the surrounding prodigies felt a buzzing in their ears, a faint black haze instantly covering their eyes, blinding their senses.

Even Zhang Baiyu at the front had a moment of disorientation, as if losing control of his body under the impact of the bell’s sound.

By the time he regained his senses, Xia Feng’s Heaven-Burying Sword had already pierced into Zhang Baiyu’s body.

His body trembled slightly as he looked at the sword embedded in him and the bell-like God-Burying Bell tied to Xia Feng’s left wrist, feeling an overwhelming chill in his heart.

"You...you actually have another Ancient Divine Artifact, that’s impossible!"

Xia Feng’s expression grew more mocking: "Just because you haven’t seen it, you think it’s impossible? Where’s such logic in the world?"

He pulled out the Heaven-Burying Sword, ready to solve this trouble once and for all when suddenly the surrounding prodigies seemed to lose control of their bodies, each blocking in front of Zhang Baiyu, shielding him from Xia Feng’s attacks.

Each person’s face contorted in agony, unwilling to die for Zhang Baiyu, yet restrained by something, unable to escape their bonds.

Xia Feng halted his attack, looking slightly curious at Zhang Baiyu, who was consuming elixirs: "This trick of yours, it is something."

"It looks pretty strange, being able to manipulate so many people’s actions."

Xia Feng casually grabbed a prodigy beside him, using his spiritual power to shatter the person’s Sea of Consciousness, then began to closely observe the state within it.

After a long while, he hesitantly asked, "The Great Dao of Cause and Effect?"

After speaking, he shook his head, thinking that if he could trace some clues, it wasn’t the profound Great Dao of Cause and Effect, but probably some insignificant side-path trickery.

Zhang Baiyu, across from him, devoured the Recovery Elixir from the Celestial Pill Secret Realm, healing his wounds with astonishing speed, as if he had never been injured.

Xia Feng’s lips curved mockingly: "Oh? The elixirs from the Celestial Pill Secret Realm are more potent than I imagined, to heal such injuries easily, that’s a bit troublesome."

He tilted his head slightly, smiling as he continued: "But these pills, like cultivation-boosting elixirs, shouldn’t be taken excessively, right? Wasting an elixir for such a small wound, tsk tsk..."

Zhang Baiyu gave Xia Feng a vicious look: "No matter, once I’ve slaughtered you, the elixirs in your possession will be enough for me to savor slowly once I’m out."

With those words, the surrounding prodigies closed in on Xia Feng, as if preparing for a group attack.

Zhang Baiyu’s face bore a crazed smile: "As long as even one of these people remains alive, they are my pawns, destined to die for me unconditionally."

"Xia Feng, manipulating others’ lives is a feeling a peasant like you can never understand!"

Xia Feng rolled his eyes, entirely uninterested in experiencing such a meaningless endeavor.

The blade of the Heaven-Burying Sword exuded a chilling aura, causing the surrounding prodigies to shiver involuntarily.

Those who’ve witnessed Xia Feng use this move before trembled, trying frantically to reclaim control of their bodies to flee this deadly place.

But Zhang Baiyu’s control was merciless, causing two prodigies who struggled hard to regain a sliver of bodily autonomy to become mere skeletons within two breaths.

After witnessing this scene, the remaining individuals understood Zhang Baiyu’s ruthlessness, placing their survival hopes on defeating Xia Feng instead.

The chilling aura could no longer restrain their madness, each burning their essence one after another, trying to disrupt the Sword Qi of the Heaven-Burying Sword.

But how could Xia Feng be so easily thwarted? Even before the prodigies approached, snow had already begun to fall around them.

The sky wasn’t filled with clouds like last time, this snow seemed to appear out of nowhere, descending gently onto the prodigies.

The prodigies, with panic-stricken faces, attempted to disperse the snowflakes, but no matter how hard they tried, the snowflakes fell as expected.

Uncertain if Xia Feng did this deliberately, compared to the previous instant freeze, this snowfall was intentionally lessened in intensity but still had a bone-chilling pain.

From the point where the snowflakes fell, control over their bodies progressively diminished, and they watched themselves inch towards oblivion.

This was even more terrifying than Zhang Baiyu’s method; at least with that rapid decay, death came within two breaths, seemingly less painful.

The prodigies continuously released various divine powers and Daos, attempting to offset Xia Feng’s attack.

Xia Feng scoffed. If his attacks were easily nullified by these guys, then competing for the Secret Realm’s inheritance would be pointless.