Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 456 The Oriole in the Crow's Nest? Who is the oriole in the crow's nest?

The energy storm that enveloped Hurricane Canyon finally subsided, but the ravaged land bore a huge scar, silently telling the story of the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.

The shattered rock walls, like the fangs of a giant beast, viciously pierced the sky. The scorched earth was riddled with bottomless ravines, exuding a thick stench of blood. The air was so thick it was almost suffocating, the embers left behind from the excessive burning of soul power and life force.

This is Wang Qiu'er's battlefield!

Wu Xuan's figure slowly descended from the low-hanging dust, holding the unconscious Wang Qiu'er in his arms. Her once bright and beautiful pink-blue hair had lost its luster and was stained with dust and dark red bloodstains. Her delicate face was pale to the point of being transparent, and her breathing was weak but still relatively stable, clearly indicating that she had overexerted herself to the limit.

"Sigh! Your fainting has made things easier, but the real battle is about to begin!" Wu Xuan let out a long sigh, his gaze turning cold again.

Wu Xuan slowly landed on the ground, and the earth beneath his feet seemed to groan as it could not withstand the remaining pressure of this killing god.

In the distance, nearly ten thousand soul beasts huddled together, crawling on the ground and trembling. Fear spread wildly in their eyes like a plague.

"roll!"

A chilling word, like a blade forged from the coldest hellish iron, burst from Wu Xuan's mouth. The sound wasn't loud, but it contained an incomparably terrifying killing intent that instantly pierced the consciousness of the beast horde. In an instant, unparalleled terror erupted within the horde of soul beasts. Chaos spread; they pushed and trampled each other, their massive bodies becoming the deadliest weapons in the torrent of fear. The sounds of shattering bones and dying screams mingled together, like a madcap symphony from hell.

In just a moment, a large number of soul beasts on the outer perimeter were trampled to death, their flesh mangled and bloody. The heavy stench of blood instantly overwhelmed the smoke of battle.

Wu Xuan ignored the miserable state of these soul beasts because his mental energy was always locked on the void a thousand meters away.

"That old tortoise really knows how to keep his temper in check!" Wu Xuan cursed under his breath, then his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the still howling Infinite Wind.

"Is it because of the existence of the Infinite Wind? How cautious!" Wu Xuan snorted coldly, and then the eighth ring lit up. An invisible wave spread out, and the Infinite Wind, which was still roaring, paused for a moment, and then began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although the Infinite Wind has endured for a long time and its power is unparalleled, the conditions for releasing it are no less demanding than those for the Overbearing Wind, because it consumes the original soul power within the soul ring.

The original soul power in a soul ring is more difficult to replenish than the original soul power in a martial soul, because the original soul power in a soul ring can only recover slowly on its own and cannot be accelerated by meditation.

Therefore, if the interval between uses of Infinite Wind is too short, it will permanently reduce the lifespan of the Soul Ring. Once reduced, even the methods of the gods cannot restore it.

Therefore, Wu Xuan needs to ensure that the second release of Infinite Wind will be at least half a year later, otherwise it would be a loss if the lifespan of the soul ring is reduced.

Wu Xuan slowly walked forward, where a tough silver mental shield, like an inverted giant bowl, stubbornly held the city lords and their descendants of the Meteor Dragon Continent, who had been surrounded by ten beast kings and were in despair.

The surface of the shield shimmered with light, clearly reflecting the terror of those inside who had survived the ordeal and their barely suppressed excitement.

When Wu Xuan carrying Wang Qiu'er came into clear view, the suppressed emotions within the protective shield burst forth like a flood.

"Your Majesty Wu Xuan! Thank you for saving my life!" Wang Hong, the city lord of Dragon Shadow City, was the first to kneel down. The dignified Title Douluo was now in tears, his voice hoarse and trembling.

Wang Hong, who had met Wu Xuan once before, clearly recognized him and Wang Qiu'er.

"Your Majesty's divine might! We...we..." The city lord of Dragon Wolf City was so excited that he was incoherent, and he also kowtowed heavily.

"If Your Majesty had not intervened in time, we would all be dead under the claws of the Crimson Fire Dragon King! This kindness will never be forgotten!" The other city lords also knelt down, their sobs of gratitude merging into one. The immense shock of narrowly escaping death and the ecstatic joy of surviving this desperate situation caused these normally high-ranking city lords to completely lose their composure.

"Get up!" Wu Xuan nodded slightly. He held Wang Qiu'er steadily in one arm, and with a casual wave of his other hand, the tough silver shield disappeared silently like a bubble.

Wu Xuan ignored the grateful city lords and walked straight to a relatively flat rock, carefully setting Wang Qiu'er down. Then, with a flick of his wrist, a porcelain bottle, entirely emerald green and radiating a rich life force, appeared in his hand. He uncorked it, and an indescribable vitality, seemingly condensed from the essence of the entire forest, instantly permeated the air, diminishing the lingering scorch and blood stench.

The city lords, who were nearby, were struck by this overwhelming life force. They felt their pores open, and even the remaining injuries within their bodies seemed to be soothed. They were all utterly astonished. The life energy contained in this medicinal liquid far surpassed any rare and precious treasure they had ever seen!

That's made from the essence extracted from several 100,000-year-old immortal herbs, and Wu Xuan only has a few bottles of it.

As the emerald green liquid entered Wang Qiu'er's mouth, the medicine melted instantly, transforming into a warm current that flowed into her body. A faint trace of color seemed to return to Wang Qiu'er's pale face, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Wu Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and gently brushed aside a stray lock of hair from her forehead.

Having done all this, Wu Xuan turned and cast his gaze across the jungle, at the hundred-thousand-year-old soul beasts that, though severely injured and on the verge of death, still exuded a terrifying and ferocious aura despite their massive bodies. A series of flashes of light appeared on his wrist, and four level-nine soul tools—the Conferred God Platforms—each crystal clear and inlaid with gemstones, floated before him. The Conferred God Platforms shimmered with light, radiating a powerful sealing force.

"Stop!" Wu Xuan shouted, his mental energy precisely locking onto the target.

hum!hum!hum!hum!
Four thick beams of light, resembling solid crystals, shot out from the light sphere on the surface of the Conferred God Platform, instantly enveloping the massive, mountain-like body of the Golden Dragon Lion; followed by the Crimson Fire Dragon King's mangled body, with half of its wing torn off and its scales shattered.

Next was the Silver Moon Dragon Wolf's body, its hind limbs severed and its silver scales soaked in blood; finally, there was the Frost Breath Unicorn Dragon, its abdomen pierced and its ice crystal horn broken.

The pillar of light contracted, space distorted, and four powerful, severely wounded and dying soul beasts were forcibly sucked into the Conferred God Platform amidst their mournful and unwilling roars and the awe-inspiring gazes of the city lords.

Four beams of light from the four transparent orbs of the Conferred God Platform clashed left and right, trying to break free of the cage, but to no avail.

Suppressing his shock, Wang Hongqiang, the city lord of Dragon Shadow City, stepped forward and bowed deeply to Wu Xuan, his posture extremely humble: "Your Majesty... those... those soul beast corpses trampled to death in the chaos... I... I don't know what to do with them..." He didn't finish his sentence, but his eyes were filled with longing. These soul beast corpses, even those with only a hundred years of cultivation, were an unimaginable treasure for their city, a key resource for improving their strength.

Wu Xuan glanced at the mountain of soul beast corpses in the distance, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips. He casually waved his hand, "Take them." To him, these were merely byproducts of cleaning up the battlefield; he didn't even know what to do with the remaining five 100,000-year soul beasts and one 100,000-year soul ring. "Thank you for your generous gift, Your Majesty! Thank you for your generous gift, Your Majesty!" Wang Hong and the other city lords were overjoyed, repeatedly kowtowing in gratitude, their voices trembling with excitement.

At this moment, the city lord of Dragon Wolf City mustered his courage and stepped forward, his face beaming with the most sincere smile: "Your Majesty's divine might is unparalleled, saving our lives from imminent collapse. Although my Dragon Wolf City is small, I humbly request Your Majesty to make your way here, allowing us to extend our hospitality and let this young lady rest and recover..."

"We will certainly bother you later, but it's probably not possible now." Wu Xuan spoke calmly, but his gaze was already locked on a void a thousand meters away.

Before the city lords could feel disappointed, an indescribable aura, seemingly originating from the beginning of time, descended without warning!

The aura was so vast and so heavy that it seemed to freeze time and space throughout the entire Hurricane Canyon. The wind stopped, the swirling dust remained suspended in the air, and even the lingering mournful cries of the distant soul beast horde vanished completely.

The sky was torn apart.

It wasn't a physical shattering, but rather the forced distortion and fragmentation of the very rules of space itself. On one side was a pure white so intense it could incinerate the soul, and on the other, an absolute darkness so profound even light couldn't escape.

A figure slowly emerged from the light screen—a large bird, half of its body flowing with a platinum-like molten lava, the other half shrouded in an all-consuming inky black shadow. Two opposing yet perfectly integrated forces flowed and collided within it, each subtle flap of its wings causing the surrounding space to groan under its strain, cracking open with tiny fissures of light and darkness.

"The Yin-Yang Venerable? It really is the Yin-Yang Venerable!" The natives of the Fallen Dragon Continent were once again terrified.

A cold, grand voice, imbued with the majesty of endless ages, like the judgment of billions of stars exploding simultaneously, crashed directly into the depths of the soul of every living being:

"Go? Where do you want to go?"

The Yin-Yang Chaos Bird's gaze was like a tangible shackle of light and darkness, firmly locked onto the four God-Sealing Platforms floating in front of Wu Xuan. Its eyes, the left pupil of which held a burning white sun, and the right pupil of which held a cold black crescent moon, the misty currents in the crystal made the radiance of the sun and moon in its eyes even more violent.

"Insects, who gave you the audacity to slaughter my people and imprison my beast king?" The voice was like an icy river crashing against ancient iron, each word carrying a crushing pressure on the soul. "Release them! Now! Otherwise, you will be annihilated, body and soul!"

The terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, crashed down! The city lords, already exhausted of their soul power and their minds unsettled, were instantly struck as if by a heavy hammer. With several thuds, they all knelt on the ground, their faces ashen, breathing incredibly difficult, their bones creaking as if they would be crushed into dust at any moment. Wang Hong even coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with boundless terror—that was the Yin-Yang Venerable, surpassing even Emperor Chifeng, the true ruler of the Fallen Dragon Continent!

Rumor has it that the Yin-Yang Venerable is just one step away from breaking through a million years!

At the heart of this devastating pressure, Wu Xuan remained as steadfast as a rock in a raging torrent. His upright figure stood motionless as he gently pushed the four God-Sealing Platforms towards Wang Qiu'er. A barely perceptible silver aura then swirled around him, protecting Wang Qiu'er and shielding her from the terrifying pressure.

Wu Xuan slowly raised his head, his sharp gaze piercing the enormous figure of light and darkness intertwined in the sky. A cold and mocking smile appeared on his lips.

A disdainful sneer rang out, unusually jarring in the deathly silent canyon.

"Old bird, you're quite arrogant. I thought you didn't dare to come out!" Wu Xuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the Yin-Yang Chaos Bird's oppressive aura, carrying an almost arrogant tone.

The light in the Yin-Yang Chaos Bird's sun and moon eyes suddenly sharpened, as if some hidden key had been struck. Around its massive body, light and dark energies began to stir restlessly, and spatial cracks hissed.

"Why do you think I forcibly withdrew Infinite Wind?" Wu Xuan said, a cold and arrogant smile curving his lips.

"Even on the verge of death, you're still spouting nonsense, wasting your breath!" The voice of the Chaos Bird was even colder, but within its grandeur, there seemed to be a subtle, imperceptible hesitation.

"Nonsense?" Wu Xuan's sarcasm deepened. "When I was fighting those two idiots, weren't you, you old bird, just hiding in the spatial crevices, watching cowardly?"

"??!!" The Yin-Yang Chaos Bird's enormous body trembled violently! The white sun in its left pupil shone brightly, while the black moon in its right pupil suddenly contracted, revealing extreme shock and a hint of panic at having its actions exposed.

Wu Xuan's voice suddenly rose, carrying an air of absolute control and blatant provocation: "Why do you think I divided the battlefield and made Qiu'er withstand the siege of four 100,000-year-old soul beasts? Wasn't it to guard against a sneak attack from behind by you, you old bird?"

"But what about you? You watched as I shattered the spine of the Golden Dragon Lion with a single blow! And you watched as I tore apart the Crimson Fire Dragon King's primordial dragon crystal with a single slash! You didn't even dare to show your head! Why? Isn't it because you were afraid of my ability to draw upon the power of heaven and earth to create an infinite wind that can tear everything apart?!"

"Shut up, you lowly ant!" The Yin-Yang Chaos Bird roared in fury, unleashing waves of soul power that even a Title Douluo couldn't resist. Under the intense fluctuations of soul power, streaks of light tore through the sky at an astonishing speed, crashing down on Wu Xuan below!
The Yin-Yang Chaos Bird's attack was as fast as lightning, impossible to dodge. Its light feathers tore through the sky and arrived above Wu Xuan's head in an instant. However, Wu Xuan's expression remained unchanged in the face of the Yin-Yang Chaos Bird's fierce attack. He showed no sign of retreating. He took a step forward and then, under everyone's gaze, threw a punch!
"Shadowless - Wind Chasing Fist!"

A gust of wind swept backward; this punch contained no fluctuations of soul power, only immense numerical power. The instant the punch was thrown, the space in front of Wu Xuan was distorted by its sheer force!

"Wow!"

With a single punch, a colossal wave was unleashed, and instantly, an astonishing gust of wind swept outwards, its indescribable power slamming fiercely into the sky full of radiant feathers.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of shattering spread upwards along the streaks of light, and then Wu Xuan let out a low shout. The sky full of light feathers, which were enough to tear apart a titled Douluo, were directly shattered by a single punch under the shocked gazes of many!
The soul power light feathers exploded, and dazzling light spots spread across the sky, like a grand rain of light.

As the rain of light poured down, countless eyes were fixed almost without blinking on the center of the arena, where a figure was rapidly ascending into the air at an indescribable speed—it was Wu Xuan!

The first probing exchange ended with Wu Xuan's complete victory.

Wu Xuan took a step forward, the phantom of the Soul-Breaking Spear appearing and disappearing behind him. The next instant, the spear intent that soared into the sky erupted, and its majestic aura seemed to rival the colossal creature in the sky.

(End of this chapter)