Wayfarer

Chapter 747: Fighting the Saint's Avatar

In Dunxian, a group of Hongyue cultivators stood within the southern watchtower as they watched Ye Sanshui's army approach them—as well as Xiao Nanfeng.

Some were anxious, others excited. Lou Yujing's confidantes knew that Xiao Nanfeng's appearance would draw the attention and focus of the saint.

The next moment, Ye Sanshui summoned a cloud of fog. By the time it dissipated, Xiao Nanfeng was gone.

The commander looked toward a figure shrouded in black fog. He was aware that the figure was their strongest combatant: one of the saint's avatars.

"Senior, Xiao Nanfeng has gone into hiding," the commander said respectfully.

The saint's avatar nodded. "I saw it. He's rather skilled at that, if nothing else. I can't sense his aura at all."

"They're starting to attack the city, Senior. The enemy commander is a Boundless Immortal, and we're no match for him. Would you lend us your support?" the commander continued.

Ye Sanshui had rushed forward and smashed his fist into the defensive formation around Dunxian.

A Boundless Immortal's attacks were more fearsome than any relic. The void rippled as a huge wave of force struck the barrier.

A storm of fire and wind billowed from Ye Sanshui as the defensive formation cracked under his empowered blow. It seemed as though a little more force would cause the formation to shatter entirely.

Ye Sanshui eyed the formation coldly. "Strong though this formation might be, it's useless against me!"

He threw another punch, this time straight toward the southern watchtower. Not only was he intending to shatter the barrier, he would take down the countless troops gathered around it simultaneously. The ripples in the void grew stronger and stronger. Even before the punch landed, the barrier was starting to collapse under the force of the shockwaves emanating from it.

In the watchtower, countless cultivators fretted as they eyed their commander, who was glancing at the saint in turn.

The saint smiled coldly. "With Xiao Nanfeng gone, I suppose I'll test that ancestral zombie's strength for now."

The saint's avatar threw a punch toward Ye Sanshui. The two attacks struck each other in a flaming explosion that caused the defensive formation to shatter and the southern watchtower to collapse.

Ye Sanshui's army was shaken by the devastation he had wrought.

"Thank goodness for Commander Ye Sanshui. We would have been done for otherwise!" Xia Lan exclaimed.

All the soldiers were stunned.

Indeed, a war between Immortals was far different than that between mortals. Individual strength could easily decide the outcome of battle.

"Die!" Xia Hong roared.

The rest of the army belatedly reacted and shouted, "Die!"

They charged toward the southern watchtower, which had collapsed entirely from the impact between the two Boundless Immortals' attacks.

The fight broke out in earnest between the Immortal cultivators present as Ye Sanshui and the saint's avatar shot into the air and continued their duel.

"Die!" Ye Sanshui roared.

"Ha!" the saint's avatar replied.

A vortex of fire spawned around them, sending waves of flame into their vicinity.

The people of Dunxian and the spies scattered around the city watched on in shock.

Within a secluded patch of the forest, a group of cultivators murmured to one another.

"Your Majesty, no wonder Shenfeng didn't send an envoy to us. We're far beneath their notice."

"The frontline commanders are all Boundless Immortals. The scale of this war is more frightening than between most divine empires!"

"Your Majesty, my avatar has received news. Fighting has broken out at Danxian and Bingxian. There are Boundless Immortals leading both groups of forces in the two locations as well."

"That many Boundless Immortals? Can we contribute?"

The officials shot each other worried glances, causing the emperor they represented to frown.

The leaders of the other forces watching the battle unfold were terribly shaken as well.

Even without the two Boundless Immortals, the number of Golden Immortals gathered here would have been shocking enough on its own. In light of the two Boundless Immortals, however, the Golden Immortals paled in comparison.

It hardly mattered whether one side's Golden Immortals beat the other, as long as its Boundless Immortal did.

Everyone swallowed a gulp of saliva as they watched an incredible duel unfold in the air. Unfortunately for them, the flames emanating from the two cultivators were too intense for most to catch sight of what was happening.

Ye Sanshui and the saint's avatar seemed to fight on equal footing, though not for long. The saint had far more experience and skill; even with an ordinary zombie king's body, he was stronger than Ye Sanshui in an ancestral zombie's body.

Before long, the saint took advantage of a gap in Ye Sanshui's defenses and threw out a punch. Ye Sanshui fell like a meteor and destroyed a mountain in the process.

The Hongyue cultivators cheered, their morale soaring.

The Shenfeng cultivators blanched and frowned in worry.

The saint's avatar smirked. "You're no match for me. Where's Xiao Nanfeng? Send him out."

Ye Sanshui slowly got to his feet and wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes suddenly dilated. Ye Sanshui's aura grew as sharp as a sword.

Abruptly, he looked into the sky and smiled. "Are you looking for me?"

The saint frowned, surprised by the abrupt change in Ye Sanshui's behavior. Upon seeing that Ye Sanshui's expression was different from before, he narrowed his eyes. "No, you're a different person, aren't you? You're Xiao Nanfeng! You were hiding in this ancestral zombie's mindscape, but now you've possessed him."

Ye Sanshui's body slowly floated into the air. He stretched as he familiarized himself with the body.

"You've got a good eye," Ye Sanshui replied. "You're in symbiosis with this zombie king, I take it? Who are you?" Ye Sanshui pretended not to be familiar with the saint.

No—this wasn't Ye Sanshui any longer. Xiao Nanfeng was controlling Ye Sanshui's body. He didn't yet have the strength to possess a Boundless Immortal, or he would long since have made use of the two zombie kings' bodies that were now in his possession. However, the situation was different when the Boundless Immortal voluntarily ceded control.

"Xiao Nanfeng, you must really want to die! Come! Let me get a sense of your strength," the saint exhorted.

Even so, he didn't reveal his own identity. He charged forward and threw a punch at Xiao Nanfeng.

Xiao Nanfeng retaliated with a punch of his own. "Hegemon's Fist: Skyshatter!"

Fists rained down from the sky like a meteor shower.

The two combatants' fists met in another explosion. This time, the saint's avatar was sent stumbling back.

Though the saint knew that Xiao Nanfeng had mastered Hegemon's Fist, his degree of proficiency still shocked him.

"Again!" Xiao Nanfeng shouted. "Hegemon's Fist: Mountainbane!"

He sent the saint's avatar hurtling to the ground, where he too crashed into a mountain.

The Shenfeng cultivators cheered as their positions were reversed.

"Die!" the saint's avatar roared as he charged into the air again.

The two combatants began to fight in earnest.

Hegemon's Fist was an impressively powerful technique, one that sent the saint's avatar stumbling back time and time again—or perhaps because of the natural deficiency in a zombie king's body compared to an ancestral zombie's. The saint was fuming at his inability to beat Xiao Nanfeng.

"You really are weak, aren't you?" Xiao Nanfeng taunted.

Just then, an attack shot toward him from behind. He frowned and defended as he was knocked back.

Only then did he see that the second assailant was a zombie king. Another of the saint's avatars had rushed over in haste.

The two avatars caught Xiao Nanfeng in a pincer attack, one from the front and the other from the back.

The spies watching the battle unfold widened their eyes.

"Two Boundless Immortals against one? Just how much did Hongyue prepare for this war?"

"They're all zombie kings, too. It looks like that denunciation was accurate. Lou Yujing was the mastermind behind the calamity in the black coffin hidden realm!"

Many were stunned by the scale of the fighting.

Xiao Nanfeng glanced resolutely at the two avatars, but no fear crept into his expression. "Will you not reveal your identity? No matter how many of these zombies you throw at me, the outcome will be the same. Die!"

"Insolent fool! Die!" the two avatars shouted simultaneously.

The three combatants began to fight even more fiercely than ever before. Far beneath them, the ground cracked and split.

Xiao Nanfeng's Hegemon's Fist was powerful, but the saint was no easy opponent. The two avatars gradually gained the upper hand.

If Xiao Nanfeng had to charge up all his punches, his energy expenditure would go through the roof. He was quickly sent flying by one of the saint's avatars.

"Your fist technique is powerful, but it consumes an incredible sum of energy. You've already used up most of your stamina, haven't you?"

"It's only a little expenditure. I just have to make up for it," Xiao Nanfeng replied.

He retrieved one of the two zombie kings that he had caught in Yongding, which had been bound with a large number of seals.

Then, he absorbed the zombie king's body.

"No! Hold it!" one of the saint's avatars cried out.

The ancestral zombie could absorb other zombies to replenish its energy.

The saint's two avatars shot straight toward Xiao Nanfeng, but they were too late. Black smoke suddenly erupted from Xiao Nanfeng's ancestral zombie body as his stamina was replenished.

"Die!" Xiao Nanfeng roared.

Within a cloud of black smoke, the three combatants' fight reached fever pitch.