At the founding banquet, the black feather gifted by the Fifth Martial Uncle had consumed much of Dongbo Xueying’s time and effort. Among the five major techniques he created, two were derived from insights gained from that black feather. Though only scratching the surface, their power was already immense.
The move *Black Feather Continent Suppression*—when executed, the wielder’s internal energy continuously accumulates during the swing, culminating in a crushing force akin to an entire continent descending in an instant! This technique fully harnessed Dongbo Xueying’s raw strength. If he were to face Qihai Huang and his ilk again, a single strike would likely send them flying.
“Not good.” Bamboo Sage looked up and saw the colossal phantom of a landmass, shaped like a bizarre feather, manifesting atop the sky-pillar-like spear.
A surge of intense danger gripped his heart. “This strike must not be met head-on.”
With a *whoosh*, he descended swiftly. Simultaneously, countless streams of energy erupted from the sprawling palace complex at the heart of Ink Bamboo Continent, crisscrossing the skies to shield most of the land. This formation had been personally laid by his elder brother, *Leaf Sage*. In Bamboo Sage’s estimation, aside from rare exceptions like Luo Demonlord, no one below the level of a Venerable could threaten him within his stronghold.
**BOOM—**
The towering Scarlet Cloud Spear descended with overwhelming force.
From within the formation, Bamboo Sage gazed upward. Only at such proximity could one truly grasp the terror evoked by the feather-shaped landmass phantom.
“Why this feather-continent phenomenon?” he muttered inwardly. “No matter. I won’t engage him. I’ll just stay beneath the formation and let it handle the defense.”
Pride had initially tempted him to retaliate, but the sheer might of this strike extinguished that impulse. He resolved to turtle within the formation—this spear’s power was simply too overwhelming! Much of it stemmed from Dongbo Xueying’s own monstrous strength, amplified by two supreme techniques: *Taihao* and *Annihilating Extreme Profound Body*. The former cultivated energy, the latter physique—a rare synergy, as *Taihao* was already renowned for its unparalleled yang and rigidity, a technique of supreme force.
While body-refining techniques existed, few could rival *Taihao* in raw power—save for *Annihilating Extreme Profound Body*, a legacy of the Annihilation Corps.
Combined, these techniques elevated Dongbo Xueying’s strength to rival even Luo Demonlord’s, and with his current mastery, the move derived from the *Black Feather Continent* unleashed a truly terrifying might.
**CRACK—!!!**
The Scarlet Cloud Spear smashed into the energy-laced formation.
The colossal landmass phantom pressed down.
The formation warped violently before—**SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!**—its core nodes shattered, and the myriad energy streams began dispersing.
“Impossible!” Bamboo Sage, still within the formation, stared in disbelief. “My brother’s formation… how?!”
But nothing was impossible.
Dongbo Xueying’s current offensive power far surpassed his performance at Three-Headed Divine Mountain, where he had fought three opponents single-handedly. Only because he had secluded himself for 700,000 years without action had Primordial Master refrained from updating his ranking. Now, this full-powered strike—even if slightly weaker than Luo Demonlord’s—likely matched 80% of the latter’s might.
Both Dongbo Xueying and Luo Demonlord could now trade blows with ordinary Venerables in raw offensive power!
Such a strike naturally obliterated the formation outright.
“Perish.” As Dongbo Xueying’s spear shattered the formation, its momentum waned—just as Bamboo Sage intercepted it with a crimson staff.
Yet Dongbo Xueying abruptly retracted the spear and unleashed the same technique anew.
The spear descended once more, the black feather continent phantom reappearing.
“Again?!” Bamboo Sage seethed, abandoning all thoughts of direct confrontation. “This Dongbo Xueying… his strength-based techniques might rival even the legendary Luo Demonlord! And his rank is only fifty-two?!”
**SWOOSH—**
Bamboo Sage’s body blurred into afterimages as he fled. His crimson staff elongated unnaturally, sprouting countless branches until it transformed into a gargantuan red bamboo. When Dongbo Xueying’s spear struck, it met a forest of bending leaves and twigs.
“I can’t block this. His strength advantage is absolute,” Bamboo Sage realized, paling. “I must flee. Staying means death.”
Back at Three-Headed Divine Mountain, Dongbo Xueying had held an edge over Qihai Huang, but the gap wasn’t insurmountable, and his crude techniques left openings for exploitation.
Now, things were different.
Dongbo Xueying’s spearplay was straightforward yet unbreakable—at least for someone like Bamboo Sage, whose style leaned toward subtlety.
“If I can’t break it, I’ll outrun it.” Confident in his escape, Bamboo Sage accelerated.
“Trying to flee?”
Bamboo Sage froze.
Before him stood nine figures—all Dongbo Xueying, clad in deep blue robes.
“World clones?” Bamboo Sage frowned. “No Bloodrune Armaments, yet you dare obstruct me?”
“Even without them, you’re outmatched.” The nine clones attacked in unison.
Simultaneously—
The surrounding space flooded with *Taihao* energy, warping reality. Bamboo Sage gaped as Ink Bamboo Continent vanished, replaced by a sealed, broken world—its shattered fragments dissolving into gray mist that enshrouded him.
His movements slowed as if trapped in quicksand.
“A domain?!” Panic surged. “Intel said this brat was only strong physically! Since when did he master such techniques?!”
Dongbo Xueying nodded faintly.
Over the years, he had studied the tattered scroll gifted by Ripple Lord, attempting to restore its formation. Its profound world mysteries had inspired one of his five supreme techniques—*Skyprison Mist*, a sealing secret art.
“Escape is impossible.” Trapped in the crumbling world, Bamboo Sage knew resistance was futile. “But my Ink Bamboo physique is nigh indestructible. I can endure.”
“Brother! Aid me!” he mentally cried out.
Yet he remained confident. His body began transforming—bones, flesh, skin—all hardening into black bamboo, even his face. His voice turned metallic: “Dongbo Xueying, who’d have thought you’d grown so much in 700,000 years? But killing me won’t be easy.”
“Leaf Sage of the Ink Duo?” Far away, Dongbo Xueying sensed via karma that Leaf Sage was en route—but arrival would take time.
“More than enough to finish this.”
“To die by my ultimate technique is mercy.” Coldness flashed in Dongbo Xueying’s eyes as he drew a throwing dagger from his waist—a true divine artifact.
Its hilt was pitch-black, its blade gleaming silver.
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