Covering the Sky: I, a mortal, ascended to the throne step by step.

Chapter 95: Cracks Magic Weapon with Bare Hands and Angrily Rebukes the Ji Family

"stop!"

Situ Feng shouted, "You're Li Xian?"

The surrounding crowd murmured and then retreated, clearing out a large area.

Li Xian said calmly, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

"Admit your mistake?" Situ Feng sneered. "Although you are wearing a bamboo hat, your build, gait, and walking style are exactly the same as described on the wanted poster. I, Situ Feng, have studied the physiognomy of Yan Yun Temple for twelve years and have never been wrong."

He stepped forward, his eyes filled with undisguised greed.

"One hundred thousand catties of elixir is enough for my Yanyun Sect to eat for three years."

On and around the city wall, some people recognized Situ Feng and whispered among themselves: "Situ Feng of Yan Yun Sect! A second-level Dao Palace cultivator, he's one of the more prominent young talents in Quzhou."

"Can he beat that Li Xian on the wanted poster? I heard that guy crippled the Five Elements Palace's top disciple—"

"What's the Five Elements Palace? Never heard of it?"

"Yanyun Gate is the true heaven of Quzhou."

Upon hearing the discussion, Situ Feng straightened his back even more.

Li Xian threw off his bamboo hat, and his purple-gold eyes shone like dark stars, revealing the indifferent face on the wanted poster.

"You're right, I am Li Xian."

Situ Feng laughed heartily.

"As expected! You've got some nerve!"

He darted out, his right palm imbued with the divine power of the Dao Palace, accompanied by a chilling wind, and struck directly at Li Xiantian's crown chakra.

This palm strike was swift and decisive, without any probing, directly targeting the vital points. It was the Storm Palm of the Yan Yun Sect, a full-force attack from the two forbidden geniuses of the Dao Palace.

Li Xian raised his right hand and met the attack with pure physical strength.

The palms are clasped together.

"Snap!"

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out as Situ Feng's right hand, with its five fingers bent outwards, broke into eight pieces.

"what!"

Situ Feng screamed in agony, his eyes wide open, his face contorted with pain.

"This person's physical body—is it this powerful?" An old cultivator with exceptional eyesight gasped in astonishment.

Situ Feng gritted his teeth, took out the bone-setting pill, and swallowed it.

"evildoer----"

He roared and summoned two magical artifacts.

The azure orb rose into the air, radiating heavy pressure. It was one of the most prized treasures of the Yan Yun Sect.

The bronze lotus flower blooms beneath the pearl, its petals opening and closing, each weighing over ten thousand jin (a unit of weight), pressing down on the earth.

The two magical treasures combined and pressed down on Li Xian.

Li Xian raised his left hand, supporting the sky with one arm.

"boom!"

The pearl and jade pendant shattered in his palm, crushing the ground into a spiderweb pattern.

That's it.

He clenched his fist, and a dazzling golden sun appeared in his palm.

Great Sun Seal.

"broken."

The sun comes out.

"Bang!!"

The aquamarine beads exploded, shattering into countless dust particles.

The bronze lotus shattered, its petals scattering like scrap metal.

Situ Feng roared and pulled out his last trump card: a semi-transparent spiritual blade condensed from the Three Yin True Water. The blade shimmered with a ghostly blue light, chilling to the bone. Wherever the blade passed, even the air froze into frost.

"Three Yin True Spirit Blade! Sever the Soul!"

He made a desperate move, slashing at Li Xian's face with his knife.

Li Xian stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grasped the dark blue blade.

"Tch~"

White mist seeped through my fingers, dispelling the chill like warm sunshine melting frost and snow, leaving no trace of harm.

"Click!"

Li Xian exerted his power, a faint light emanating from his body, directly breaking the Three Yin True Spirit Blade into two pieces, which he then casually tossed onto the ground.

Situ Feng stared blankly at the two broken blades, his pupils dilated.

All three treasures were destroyed.

"No—impossible—"

He turned and ran away.

"Since you're here, why not stay?"

Li Xian's voice was indifferent as he raised his right palm, and the Great Sun Seal condensed.

"Wait a minute!"

A sharp shout came from high above, and a purple streak of light pierced the sky. A young man in brocade robes arrived from within the city, none other than Ji Yunfeng, the genius of the Ji family.

Li Xian didn't even lift his eyelids.

The Great Sun Seal falls.

"boom!"

Before he could even scream, Situ Feng's flesh, bones, and soul were reduced to ashes in the Great Sun True Fire.

All Ji Yunfeng received was a handful of still-smoking ashes—the ashes fell through his fingers, making his face turn ashen as he stared intently at Li Xian.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

Ji Yunfeng's voice was cold and condescending.

Li Xian stopped and calmly looked at the other person.

"Who do you think you are? I'm killing someone, what's it to you?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar, and the onlookers retreated, fearing they would be drawn into the commotion.

"Is he insane? That's someone from the Ji family!"

"He killed someone in front of Ji Yunfeng and still dared to speak like that. He's dead today."

Ji Yunfeng laughed angrily, "How dare you! My Ji family is an ancient clan with a history of over ten thousand years, its foundation unfathomable. You, a rogue cultivator with no background, dare to be so arrogant. Do you know that the person you just killed was a distinguished guest of my Quzhou Grand Gathering?"

Li Xian scoffed: "Ancient aristocratic family? How impressive."

"The Void Emperor of the Ji family was no less than anyone else in his life. He fought bloody battles across the eight wastelands, quelled the chaos of darkness, and protected the peace of the human race. Putting aside his cultivation level, he deserves the title of Heavenly Emperor."

"But, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, is your Ji family still the same Ji family that resisted the turmoil of darkness?"

Ji Yunfeng's expression changed: "What do you mean?!"

"What I mean is, you've been rotten to the core for a long time—using the banner of the Great Emperor to lord it over all living beings, seizing source mines, plundering treasures, and suppressing dissent."

Li Xian pointed to the wanted poster on the city wall and said, "For that little bit of personal gain, they've even abandoned all shame. The Ji family now is nothing but a bunch of parasites sucking blood from the corpse of the Void Emperor!"

These words were like daggers to the heart, and all the surrounding cultivators fell silent, not daring to even breathe. No one expected that this young man named Li Xian would expose the true nature of the ancient aristocratic family in front of everyone.

Ji Yunfeng was so angry that he trembled all over, and his eyes turned red.

"You have insulted my ancestors and ruined the reputation of the Ji family! Today, I will tear you to pieces and tear your soul from your body!"

"I am stating the facts."

The space around Ji Yunfeng distorted, the bronze mirror rose, and the Daoist aura permeated the void.

"A fact?" he sneered. "Then I'll tell you a fact too—"

"Those who offend the Ji family never have a good ending."

"Today, I will kill you!"

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