Kapitel 7: Chapter 7 - Jia Feng and Mo Gui

SLASH!!!

Mo Gui was overwhelmed by the shock he received seeing Yu Weiyuan taking advantage of the gap left by the establishment of the Heaven Severing Formation to cut off Elder Kong's right arm.

'What went wrong?' The old man thought, reviewing the events that led them to this event. 'It was supposed to be a simple assassination mission.'

'Even if we couldn't take them by surprise because of the old dog's perception, they should have been at least flustered.'

'But they didn't.' He thought, his teeth grinding. 'They were waiting for us.'

His eyes widened his realization as he scowled towards the Grand Elder.

"You used Yang Shirong." He said. "Old dog, you became more cunning."

Jia Feng smiled in mockery, slowly joining Mo Gui in the skies. "I don't dare to take the credit, Old Demon."

Mo Gui didn't have time to be shocked by Jia Feng's words, as the decrepit old man wouldn't let him.

The Grand Elder waved his bony arm towards Mo Gui, a ruthless light shining in his dark pupils.

[Cutting Winds]

The Grand Elder's Spiritual Qi exited his body, rapidly blending with the air, fusing with the surrounding winds, forming streams of cyan-green gales that flew towards Mo Gui, cutting the space with abnormal sharpness.

Mo Gui reacted half a step slower due to his surprise, but he managed to condense a flimsy layer of Qi above his skin, shielding him from the Grand Elder's attacks.

The sharp gales' power was only partially lowered by the barrier after it shattered: the blades of Wind Qi slashed down at Mo Gui, leaving tens of minor cuts on his body, spilling blood in the air.

"You are rusty, Old Demon!!!" The Grand Elder gloated, imitating Lu Yingjie's infuriating obnoxiousness.

"YOU DAMN DOG!!!" Mo Gui shouted in extreme anger.

[Blood Spear]

The blood spilling from Mo Gui's wounds suddenly flew in his right hand, amalgamating into a three meters long blood spear, its tip threatening to pierce space itself.

He drew it behind him, flexing the muscles of his right arm, grasping the spear tightly, then threw it furiously towards Jia Feng with monstruous power.

The spear teared the air with a booming sound as it rushed towards the Grand Elder.

[Wind Steps]

Jia Feng was like the wind as he stepped on the void, his figure fleeting, ethereal and light like the unseen breezes.

He dodged the spear with a step, then approached Mo Gui with another, unleashing an arc of cutting Wind Qi at him.

Mo Gui snorted, drawing more blood out of his wounds, forming a blood shield before him, blocking the Grand Elder's attack.

He reached for the thrown spear far behind Jia Feng with his Soul Power and grasped it, willing it to come back towards him.

The spear gathered momentum, gaining more speed as it swiftly returned towards the back of Jia Feng, leaving a scarlet light in its trail.

"You really do not know how to write the word 'Death', Mo Gui." Jia Feng mocked as the wind took him away from where he stood while he waved towards the spear, using his Wind Qi to redirect its course and amplify its speed.

Mo Gui held his shield in front of him and tried to slow the spear with his Soul Power, but he couldn't hope to stop the accumulated momentum of the spear amplified by Jia Feng's Wind Qi.

CRACK!!!

The blood shield broke into thousands of pieces which dispersed into drops of blood, while the spear teared through Jia Feng's left arm, leaving a deep gash on all its length, revealing the bones.

Both old men stood before one another in the skies, seemingly agreeing on halting the fight for a moment.

"I was always the strongest of us both, Old Demon." Jia Feng said as if pointing an evidence. "Even if we stand in the same realm, you are not capable of touching me."

Mo Gui snorted. "Are you really boasting when you only inflicted me such minor wounds?"

"The dignified Wind Riding Lord must be feeling quite arrogant today." Mo Gui spat in ridicule.

Both Jia Feng and Mo Gui were the respective Grand Elders of their Sects. They were born in the same generation, and as talented disciples of opposing sects, they faced each other many times in their youth.

Yet, despite their many confrontations, the winner remained the same.

"Jia Feng, Jia Feng..." Mo Gui sighed "I wonder how could you stoop so low as to become a Dao Protector for a junior?"

"I truly thought better of my past rival..." Mo Gui lamented.

Grand Elder Jia Feng only smiled in response.

"Are you trying to buy time?"

Mo Gui's mouth closed in consternation.

"I know your tricks like the back of my hand, Old Demon. Did you really think you could deceive me?" Jia Feng said, shaking his head.

"Do you truly believe your two Elders can kill Sect Master, Mo Gui?" Jia Feng continued as Mo Gui felt his opponent was exposing his mind with each word. "You are waiting for them to kill Sect Master because of their higher realm to join you in order to trap and kill me."

"How idiotic."

Gradually, Mo Gui felt the control of the situation slip more and more from his hands.

"What do you mean?!" He shouted, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

The corner of Jia Feng's mouth lifted up slightly.

"I was not the one who planned your downfall."

"The Sect Master did."

"Because he wanted to draw your blood... With his own hands."