Chapter 815: Taking on Saint Lun Hui

Chapter 815: Taking on Saint Lun Hui

The black coffin lid slammed shut once more as Lan Yaoguang opened her palm to reveal Xiao Nanfeng's miniaturized spiritual moon.

"Why did Nanfeng leave his spiritual moon with me?" she murmured, frowning.

The spiritual moon was a versatile and powerful source of spiritual power; once it was separated from his soul, recovering any spiritual power that he expended would become much more difficult. Saint Lun Hui would be a tremendously tough opponent for Xiao Nanfeng, so why would he leave his spiritual moon behind?

Just then, several shadows suddenly swept toward her from a distance. A new group of black-robed figures rushed into the Enlightenment Grounds toward Lan Yaoguang.

The superior yin pearls and blue-furred monsters in the vicinity didn't interfere. Perhaps their commands only extended as far as keeping watch over Lan Yaoguang and the others, nothing more.

One of the black-robed figures approached Lan Yaoguang and slowly lowered his hood to reveal his face.

"Ah, how did you get here?" Lan Yaoguang exclaimed.

Xiao Nanfeng's avatar had entered the Enlightenment Grounds.

Xiao Nanfeng's avatar smiled at Lan Yaoguang. He turned to the spiritual moon with a smile. "Senior, I've lured Saint Lun Hui away. Can you seize control of these Enlightenment Grounds?"

He then glanced at the blue praying mat in the air.

The blue praying mat, seemingly essential for keeping these Enlightenment Grounds fused together, remained suspended high in the air. Saint Lun Hui had specially encased it in a column of white light in order to ensure that no other could interfere with it.

Xiao Nanfeng's spiritual moon wrote out, "I can, but no one is to disturb me during this process. You'll need to protect me."

"Understood! Leave it to us. Please seize control of these Enlightenment Grounds as quickly as possible. My other body likely won't be able to hold back Saint Lun Hui for long."

"Very well."

Lan Yaoguang looked around, astonished. "Nanfeng, do you mean we'll have to take down all these superior yin pearls and blue-furred monsters?"

Xiao Nanfeng's avatar nodded as he held his spiritual moon in hand. "That's right. You'll be in charge of the blue-furred monsters while everyone else guards you. I'll deal with the superior yin pearls."

Lan Yaoguang gulped as she glanced at the million blue-furred monsters, but nodded resolutely. "Very well!"

Xiao Nanfeng reclaimed the black coffin, provoking roars from the gathered superior yin pearls. They seemed to be warning Xiao Nanfeng to put the coffin back and not to play any tricks.

Xiao Nanfeng stepped forward, summoning a blue moon in the air. It began to release eerie, arresting death chants.

Under the influence of the death chants, all the superior yin pearls and blue-furred monsters froze for a moment. Then, they roared in unison and charged toward the gathered cultivators.

"Strike!" Xiao Nanfeng shouted.

"Attack!" all his subordinates echoed.

Xiao Nanfeng himself led the charge toward the pillar of white light. He had summoned not only his blue moon, but also his red one as well. Countless red clouds spread across the sky, from which lengths of red rope rained down. They shot toward the superior yin pearls.

The pearls attempted to resist the red rope's attacks as they shot toward Xiao Nanfeng.

"Hegemon's Fist!"

Some were immediately sent flying by Xiao Nanfeng's powerful fist technique.

He broke through the pearls' defense and reached the pillar of white light, setting his silver spiritual moon down beside it. It glowed with radiance before merging with the pillar.

A tremor ran through the pillar of white light, as if something within it had been deeply disturbed.

He was sent flying from an attack.

"Xiao Nanfeng, you chose this for yourself. Are you really that weak? I'll be able to finish you off without even drawing on my power as a Deific Yin cultivator!" Saint Lun Hui exclaimed.

Xiao Nanfeng narrowed his eyes. "It's too soon to tell who's going to win. Don't get too comfortable just yet."

He was well aware of how strong a Deific Yin cultivator was. A Boundless Immortal was at the peak of physical cultivation; a Deific Yin cultivator was its analogue for spiritual cultivation. He was currently a late-stage True Yin cultivator, just a single step away from the realm of Deific Yin, but that step might as well have been the difference between heaven and earth.

The Immortal Emperor of Dahan's body was no match for Saint Lun Hui's in strength. He could have made up for some of the difference with Hegemon's Fist, but he chose not to do so. He was deliberately holding back and hoping to stall for time; he didn't want Saint Lun Hui to attack him at full strength just yet.

"Again!" Xiao Nanfeng shouted.

The Immortal Emperor of Dahan tried to punch Saint Lun Hui, only to be sent flying immediately.

"Fool! You're no match for me," Saint Lunhui exclaimed, laughing.

He harbored a deep-seated grudge for Xiao Nanfeng and reveled in each blow. Xiao Nanfeng had humiliated him before; now, he intended to savor his revenge.

What Saint Lun Hui didn't realize was that Xiao Nanfeng was simply trying to reduce his consumption of spiritual power to its minimum. As for injuries his physical body sustained, he hardly cared. It wasn't his body, after all.

Whether or not the Immortal Emperor of Dahan suffered a beating was immaterial to him.

"Saint Lun Hui, I'll kill you!" Xiao Nanfeng roared with feigned fury.

"Ha! As if you have the strength to do so. I thought you were stronger than this, but it looks like you're all show and no substance, haha!"

He sent the Immortal Emperor of Dahan flying again and again, grinning as he did so.

After what seemed like an interminable period of time, he suddenly blanched. "What? What happened to my Enlightenment Grounds? What have you done?!"

He had sensed something amiss and was starting to panic.

"Are you running out of energy? Come on, attack me!" Xiao Nanfeng taunted.

A dreadful suspicion crossed Saint Lun Hui's mind. "Have you been stalling for time all along? You're trying to do something back in the Enlightenment Grounds, aren't you? Die!"

His fury palpable, Saint Lun Hui summoned a white moon from behind his head, which bathed the world in pure-white light.

An endless sea of white filled the realm. Snowflakes descended from the sky as Xiao Nanfeng found himself trapped in a vast, snowy plain.

"This is the deific domain of a Deific Yin cultivator..." Xiao Nanfeng murmured.

"Xiao Nanfeng, I'll kill you!" Saint Lun Hui roared.

With a wave of his hand, beams of white light shot toward the Immortal Emperor of Dahan's body and encased it in a massive block of ice.

"This technique again? It won't be sufficient to trap me," Xiao Nanfeng replied coldly.

With his candleflame powers, he teleported out of the ice and headed straight for Saint Lun Hui.

Saint Lun Hui glared and waved his hand. Countless beams of white light shot toward him again.

"Hegemon's Fist!" Xiao Nanfeng shouted.

Xiao Nanfeng hurled an endless series of punches at the beams of white light. The clash unleashed a devastating blizzard that sent a snowstorm roaring through the battlefield.