The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World C.562 - 330: The Immortal Who Lost His Dignity

Chapter 562: Chapter 330: The Immortal Who Lost His Dignity

“Feng Qing’an, you’ve killed someone!”

Youyou, who was still cradled in Feng Qing’an’s hand, widened her eyes. She stared at the blood-colored sword aura that covered the area for miles around, protesting loudly.

“He’s not dead yet.”

Feng Qing’an, linked to the thirty-six Demon Suppressing Swords, understood the situation within the sword array better than Youyou.

At the moment when the sword aura surged like a raging tide, the spirits of numerous flames, like the stalwart manifested from a divine flame, were shattered around the arrogantly powerful figure. Even he himself lost all his flesh, leaving only a fuzzy skeleton.

In the next instant, he reacted, raising a long, red banner and wrapping himself inside it. This gleaming Immortal artifact temporarily relieved him, allowing him a moment to catch his breath.

However, even Immortal tools suffer when used defensively. Predictably, the end of the red banner – no matter how high-quality the material used in its casting and refining – was quickly coming.

Under this relentless assault of countless sword auras, the banner’s Immortal light was reduced to its limit. Then, with a ripping sound, a hole appeared.

This was like a dam breaking, an unstoppable chain reaction. On the banner surface, embroidered with numerous sacred flames, hundreds of tiny holes appeared.

“But it’s almost over.”

Feng Qing’an, sensing the increasingly weak aura within the sword array, smiled faintly.

“Are all Independent Practitioners this arrogant now?”

A sigh echoed. The arrogance-drenched figure trapped in the sword array continued to decline in vitality. When he sighed, Feng Qing’an’s hairs stood on end.

Because at this moment, the figure’s body was now being controlled by a terrifying existence – an Immortal who dwelled in the nether and guarded the entrance to the Cave Sky.

Even a fool could guess this. The proudest genius of a mighty sect could hardly be body-snatched by anyone. Under the present circumstances, the only one capable of seizing his body was an Immortal.

An Immortal stepping in!

Feng Qing’an felt a chill. He poured all his magical power into the Demon Suppressing Swords. Numerous sword spirits revealed themselves, sword aura surging like a raging sea on the brink of a storm, threatening to overturn the heavens.

“Kid, you’re too ruthless!”

Boom—

The sword aura, like a torrent, exploded. The banner twitched furiously, but the gaps cut by the sword aura began to heal slowly. While it was clearly a weapon, it seemed to have a life of its own.

“Youyou, kill him!”

Stimulated by the extreme danger, Feng Qing’an opened his palm. The Undead Nether Phoenix, who had been so unremarkable in his hand, now revealed itself before the Immortal who sent his divine consciousness.

“Phoenix?!”

The figure, whose body was but a skeleton and whose body was being controlled by an Immortal consciousness, stood amidst the Demon Suppressing Sword Array with a blazing red banner that seemed to have crawled from the depths of hell. When he saw the black phoenix fly from the young man’s palm, he looked surprised.

However, his gaze, which had been looking down on everything from a superior position, changed when he saw the intensely ominous and evil aura of the black phoenix engulfed in a sea of fire, rushing towards him. His eyes filled with anger.

“You dare?!”

With no room to maneuver, even with the Immortal’s divine consciousness taking over everything, the figure could only face the downpouring sea of black fire with an angry rebuke.

All the supernatural powers and skills are nothing under absolute power. Youyou, with the advantage of her realm and Phoenix Bloodline exploded, pinned down the figure whose body was now controlled by the Immortal’s divine consciousness on the spot.

The black flames of the Phoenix burned brightly. These flames were even more eerie and terrifying than the Soul-devouring Ghost Fire of Black Mountain, with not the slightest hint of sacred aura.

The figure, who charged out of the Demon Suppressing Sword Array dominated by Feng Qing’an, turned into a skeleton engulfed in raging black flames.

But this Immortal-controlled body didn’t scream at all, just stared at the black Phoenix hovering over the head of the young man in a white robe.

In the end, with a sigh of unwillingness, it was turned into a pile of ashes by the searing flames and wind. The ashes scattered on the already molten ground, leaving only a ragged red banner.

“Hmph, that’s it.”

Feng Qing’an extended his hand, holding the dull Immortal Banner in his palm.

He had to admit, when facing a cultivator of the same realm possessed by an Immortal’s divine consciousness, he could have been in danger without the use of external forces.

Even though he had the advantage of the first move and trapped the opponent in the sword array, the opponent was still able to break out. The Immortal, as if predicting the trajectory of his sword light, calmly broke his sword array.

It was then that Feng Qing’an realized the danger. Ignoring the code of martial morality, he directly threw Youyou into the fray.

Before becoming an Immortal Cultivator, he was a Guardian Beast Master. What’s wrong with commanding spirits more powerful than himself to fight on his behalf?

There’s no issue. Although he hasn’t signed a Soul Contract with Youyou, it was only a matter of time.

“Feng Qing’an, that guy was hard to burn!”

Youyou, who had just revealed her true form for a moment, once again became a fist-sized creature. She flapped her wings and landed on Feng Qing’an’s shoulder, complaining to him.