Eternal life begins with saving my clan

Chapter 142 : Elder Feng battle the Three Patriarch

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Elder Feng looked at the three people coming toward him and waved his hand. His long, wide saber appeared in his hand.

"I've heard the mainland thinks they are superior to us. But I'd like to find out," he muttered, his voice dripping with scorn.

"Die!" Patriarch Chen couldn't contain the fury in his heart and attacked with a deadly palm attack.

The deadly palm attack traveled at a breathtaking speed, appearing over Elder Feng in a blink, slamming deep into the sea.

Elder Feng didn't get complacent and used his movement skill to dodge the attack by inches. He swung his large saber.

A blinding streak of attack appeared in front of Patriarch Chen but shattered it with a punch. Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Liu looked at each other and attacked at the same time.

"I've been waiting for you…" Elder Feng snickered.

"Saber Waves: Three Stack Bolt."

At once, Elder Feng swung his saber so quickly that powerful waves of saber light covered the sea, filled with deadly killing intent.

Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Liu's attacks collided with the saber waves and shattered it into pieces as they continued on their path.

Looking at the deadly attack traveling at dazzling speed toward the defenseless Elder Feng, all the outlanders had a sneer on their faces. How could a weak Qi Refinement warrior fight a peak Foundation Building realm?

The reality was about to slap them in the face as Elder Feng took two steps back and swung his saber continuously without making a sound.

Every time he swung his saber, a popping sound echoed on the sea. When the people realized what was happening, they saw almost half of the incoming attack had been shattered.

And with the last swing of his saber, Elder Feng destroyed the deadly attack. However, he didn't have any smile as he saw the three surrounding him.

Even with this, he was panicking. He only looked at them and his expression turned solemn.

Meanwhile, on the military fleet, Su Ming looked at the ongoing battle with a knowing smile. "This old man is really enjoying himself."

Standing beside him, Huang Guo and Su Bolin didn't utter a word but agreed with him. Apart from the battle armor, the main strength came from their bloodline.

Yet, Elder Feng was fighting three peak Foundation Building Realm experts with such ease. However, no matter how they wanted to enjoy the battle, their main priorities were to secure the Land of Fallen as their own.

"I think we should send two more people to finish this quickly," Su Bolin said with a thoughtful gaze.

"No. Let's see how this old man can go," Su Ming shook his head, enjoying the battle.

He had just had a breakthrough to the Foundation Building and was quite happy and wanted to take a break from cultivation. The battle just came at the right time for him.

In the battle, the three patriarchs attacked at the same time with one of their strongest attacks. The void shook vehemently, as if wanting to tear apart.

All the outlanders sucked in a bold breath when they realized the three patriarchs were now taking things seriously.

Elder Feng knitted his brow, looking at the three attacks coming from three different directions. Taking a deep breath, his pagoda bloodline began to boil under his skin.

The surrounding air twisted, vibrations vehemently.

Without further ado, he struck his saber three times in three directions. But compared to his previous attack, his saber attack cut deep into the sea, gathering water that formed hundreds of water bullets.

Apart from that, the speed at which the three patriarchs' attacks were traveling slowed down, making them lose some of their momentum.

To the naked eye, nothing happened. However, if anyone was monitoring the battle with spirit sense, they would notice such a subtle change.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The attacks collided with a deafening sound reverberating throughout the sea. The three patriarchs retreated with a shocking expression, while Elder Feng was sent flying.

Even though he used a portion of his bloodline, it was not enough to contend against such deadly attacks. His long, overflowing robe had various cuts and his hair disheveled.

He felt a taste of a metallic substance on his mouth, but forcefully swallowed it back. He licked the corner of his lips and shook his numb hand, ready for another round of battle. But this time around, with his armor.

Whoosh!

The Bronze Metal Armor appeared in his hand and with a swift motion, he put it on. Looking at Elder Feng putting on some bizarre armor, all the outlanders were confused.

"What the hell is he wearing?"

"Did he think some armor would make him win against three peak Foundation Building realm experts?" The outlanders shook their heads and sneered.

However, the barren landers knew the hot-tempered Elder Feng was now taking this seriously. Even some soldiers began to bet among themselves how long the three patriarchs would last under the effect of the armor.

In the battle, Patriarch Chen looked at Elder Feng with disdain, "if you think you can escape your death with such a useless piece of junk, then you're more stupid than I imagined."

The usually hot-tempered Elder Feng didn't flare into rage and looked at him and responded, "Really? Let's find out, shall we?"

Whoosh!

With that, Elder Feng took a step and disappeared from his spot, moving at a blinding speed. The Bronze Metal Armor was blinking in blue light continuously.

"What!"

Elder Feng appeared in front of Patriarch Cheng and struck with his deadly spear. For a split second, Patriarch Cheng had his heart jump out of his chest but as a battle veteran. He recovered quickly and managed to twist his body to the side.

Ahhhhhhh!

An arm was sent flying in the sky with blood splashing on the water. Patriarch Chen retreated quickly with dread etched on his face, blood gushing out of the amputated arm.

"What! Am I that old that I can only get his arm?" Elder Feng muttered with anger on his face.

However, no one found this funny. Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Liu had their jaws dropped to the ground as they watched the sudden change in the battle.

They looked at Patriarch Chen crying in pain and swallowed the lumps in their throats. Is this the power of the armor? They cried in their hearts.

It was then Patriarch Wang remembered the message he received from Wang Baozhai. He looked at the armor with a feeling of dread and greed.

'If I get such a magical artifact, my power would skyrocket immediately, and I will become the master of the pavilion,' he thought.

However, he was brought out of his reverie when his instinct was screaming of danger. With reflex, he took out a shield from his storage ring and used it to defend himself.

Bang!

Patriarch Wang defended against the attack but was sent flying. His bones shook vehemently, on the verge of breaking apart. He sucked in a cold breath with fear written on his face.

'That was close!' He exclaimed in his heart.

As for Patriarch Liu, he didn't stand idle. He took out his sword from his storage and attacked with his deadly attack.

Elder Feng didn't bat an eye at the incoming sword attack and swung his saber three times. The first saber shattered the first sword attack, while the other two traveled at a blinding speed toward Patriarch Liu.

"I'm doomed," he cried in his heart before he quickly took out an ancient talisman from his storage ring and shattered it.

At once, a deadly suffocating power came from the talisman. This was not the power from a Building Realm but a Core Refinement stage.

A blinding sword light came from the talisman and traveled toward the incoming attack. It shattered the two saber strikes and continued forward as if it was nothing.

Elder Feng stopped in his tracks and knitted his brow before he used his bloodline power. He was careful not to summon the pagoda phantom, and struck with all his might.

Boom!

The sea shook vehemently as a hundred-meter water rose to the sky, sending shivers to everyone. All the ships shook vehemently, swaying left and right.

Elder Feng was buried under the massive water tide, while Patriarch Liu was sent flying from the aftershock. His intestines were twisted and all the muscles in his body shook vehemently, puking out a mouthful of blood.

When the effect of the attack finally subsided, the sea was quiet. The outlanders were looking at the miserable three powerful individuals of the Baiyun city with various conflicting emotions flashing on their faces.

If they were told they would witness such a jaw-dropping event in this backward barren land, they would have argued it, but now, it was happening in front of them.

"Where is the old man?" A voice asked, getting the attention of everyone.

They searched the sea but couldn't find any traces of Elder Feng, and slowly, a smile of relief began to creep up on their faces. It was not only the ordinary soldiers of the outlanders that had this relief smile.

The lesser clan patriarchs and the three individuals on the sea smiled in relief. They realized Elder Feng was more deadly than they realized. If he was still alive, they won't have known how to react against such an old monster.

Patriarch Chen looked at the amputated arm with hatred dripping out of his face before he turned toward the Barren Land fleet.

"Since your leader is now dead, it is time for you to follow him." He looked at his clan men and shouted.

"Attack them."