Chapter 81: Sovereign Over All vs. The Tempest and the Withered Lotus

Zhao Feng closed the booklet.

“Well?” Red Square asked.

At this moment, she had regained her cold and aloof demeanor—in other words, her normal state of mind.

Zhao Feng smiled slightly, a touch of mystery in his expression. “Heh heh, I have good news and bad news.”

Red Square frowned. “What is it?”

Zhao Feng spread his hands. “Which one do you want to hear first?”

A hint of displeasure showed on Red Square’s pretty face. “You’d better not keep me guessing, or you’ll be in for it!”

“Pfft!” Zhao Feng snickered. “You might not even be able to beat me!”

“Then let’s find out!” Red Square flared up in an instant.

She lifted her red dress, revealing snowy white thighs.

Those long legs looked powerful and muscular, brimming with a sense of strength.

“Pfft!” Zhao Feng snorted dismissively.

“Are you sure you want to try?” Zhao Feng said.

“Hmph!” Red Square snorted delicately. “To be honest, ever since I began practicing ‘Heaven-Devouring Demon Art’ and became a cultivator, I haven’t really tested my martial strength!”

Zhao Feng sneered, placing one hand behind his back, then extending his right hand in a gesture of invitation.

“Then let’s see what you’ve got!” Zhao Feng was not about to back down.

Truth be told, since reaching the tenth level of Qi Refinement, Zhao Feng had yet to test his own limits.

The tension between them crackled, a fight about to break out at any moment.

“Fine!”

With a crisp shout, Red Square surged forward, her powerful legs carrying her as she lashed out with a kick toward Zhao Feng.

“Such long legs,” Zhao Feng marveled inwardly.

In truth, Red Square was quite the extraordinary woman. First, she had talent.

Despite having no foundation, she was able to master the ‘Heaven-Devouring Demon Art,’ something no ordinary person in the secular world could accomplish.

Second, she was tall—one point eight meters, with legs that alone stretched to one point seven.

She was the epitome of a woman with heroic bearing!

In ancient times, she would be counted among the heroines who rivaled men in valor and skill.

The fight began.

Red Square attacked right away with a kick.

She extended her snowy, impossibly long leg, which looked both powerful and beautiful. As she kicked, the muscles in her thigh rippled with strength and grace.

“Bang!”

Zhao Feng reached out with his right hand and seized her ankle.

Red Square was taken aback.

She tried to yank her leg free, but Zhao Feng’s grip was like iron pincers.

A flush of embarrassment and anger colored Red Square’s face. “Let go of my leg!”

“Oh? Who was it just now that wanted to try me?” Zhao Feng mocked.

“Hmph!” Red Square stopped begging.

She quickly formed a hand seal, and instantly, red spiritual energy swirled around her.

A low hum filled the air.

Zhao Feng was surprised. “Fire attribute spiritual energy?”

“Tsk tsk,” Zhao Feng clicked his tongue. “Who would have guessed—you actually have a fire spiritual root!”

Red Square was astonished. “What’s a fire attribute? And what’s a spiritual root?”

At this moment, Red Square was like a child brimming with curiosity.

Zhao Feng made a face at her. “Not telling! That’ll drive you crazy!”

“You’re impossible!” Red Square stamped her foot in frustration.

Suddenly, she sprang into the air.

With a single leap, she soared ten meters high. Her powerful leg whipped out in a roundhouse kick aimed at Zhao Feng.

“Hmph!” Zhao Feng calmly extended his right arm and blocked her attack with a simple motion.

“Bang!”

In an instant, he neutralized Red Square’s strike.

Her face darkened. “Today, I’ll show you how someone uniquely suited to the ‘Heaven-Devouring Demon Art’ deals with you!”

With both hands, Red Square began forming seals at lightning speed, her palms moving so fast they left afterimages.

A hum filled the air as she pulled her hand back, and in an instant, a flaming longsword condensed from spiritual energy appeared before her.

She grabbed the sword and immediately invoked a spell from the ‘Heaven-Devouring Demon Art.’

“Dominion Over the World!”

Zhao Feng was stunned. “Condensing a weapon from spiritual energy?!”

“Amazing!” Zhao Feng couldn’t help but praise her.

Red Square gripped the sword and slashed downward.

In a flash, crimson sword shadows filled the space around them, dense and chaotic, saturating the void.

With one swing, the sword shadows merged into a single beam, which slashed toward Zhao Feng.

A faint smile played at the corner of Zhao Feng’s lips.

He extended his right hand, no unnecessary movements, simply clenching his fist.

He punched forward, and with a dull thud, fist and sword shadow collided.

For a moment, time seemed to halt; the fist and the sword shadow stood in stark contrast, as if the world itself had pressed pause.

Then, with a sudden, violent crash—

A crimson sword shadow three meters long shattered like a pane of red glass, scattering into countless fragments.

Red Square’s face was frozen in shock, her lips forming a perfect “O.”

Zhao Feng sneered. “You’ve probably never seen a true immortal cast a spell. Today, I’ll show you!”

With a sudden roar, Zhao Feng shouted, “Wind Sweeps the Withered Lotus!”

He reached into the air, and a jade-green sword materialized out of nothing.

“Hmph!” He grabbed the hilt.

A resonant hum rang out the moment he gripped the spiritual sword.

This sword, entirely emerald, appeared solid and real—unlike Red Square’s illusionary blade, which anyone could see was a mere fake.

Zhao Feng sneered. “Now that I’ve reached the tenth level of Qi Refinement, I can finally unleash my senior sister’s original technique—‘Wind Sweeps the Withered Lotus!’”

With a shout, Zhao Feng called out the name of the move.

He swung the sword, and a beam of green sword energy ten meters long burst forth. Like a shaft of light splitting heaven and earth, it illuminated the darkness.

The sky itself seemed to brighten.

At Zhao Feng’s feet, green lotuses bloomed one after another.

With a soft pop, the lotuses spun, and in the blink of an eye, they filled the space within a hundred meters.

Red Square, witnessing such a spectacle, was utterly stunned, her lips forming another “O.”

The green lotuses bloomed and wilted in quick succession—flowers opening, flowers falling, as if demonstrating the profound mystery of life and death.

All within a single thought, bloom and wither.

The sword energy was unstoppable, like thunder racing across the sky, slashing toward Red Square.

She stood frozen, completely at a loss for what to do.

Despite her tenth-level Qi Refinement strength, she was unable to put it to use in that instant.

The sword energy drew closer and closer; she was ready to summon her demonic embryo.

Time was running out—second by second, the sword energy was already overhead.

She could feel her skin about to split.

Suddenly, the sword energy vanished into thin air—dispersed, gone without a trace.

Red Square blinked in disbelief. “You didn’t kill me?”

Zhao Feng snorted. “Why would I kill you?”

“You’re a woman of remarkable talent, and you’ve reached the tenth level of Qi Refinement. If I killed you, wouldn’t my days ahead be unbearably lonely?”

Red Square let out a sigh of relief.

If Zhao Feng had truly wanted to kill her just now, he could have done so a hundred times over.

She patted her chest and shot Zhao Feng a glance full of myriad emotions.

“What did you call that technique just now?”