Chapter 707: 673: Extracting and Extinguishing Living Beings

Chapter 707: Chapter 673: Extracting and Extinguishing Living Beings

While flying, Li Fan would occasionally feel senses sweeping over him from below.

But seeing that Li Fan was just passing by, they quickly withdrew.

With the time of a tea break, Li Fan arrived at the mountain range that Shuo Feng had indicated.

Resembling a twisting dragon, there were sixteen towering peaks within the mountain range.

Even separated by a protective matrix, you could still undoubtedly feel the dense aura of spiritual energy in the mountain range.

Almost at the moment of Li Fan’s arrival, a female cultivator wearing a light yellow long dress, flew out from one of the mountain peaks and arrived in front of Li Fan.

“You must be the young master’s guest, this way please.”

The female cultivator was very respectful, leading Li Fan through the protection matrix and into the mountain range.

Li Fan glanced at the female cultivator guiding him, who was at the same stage of the Nascent Soul Mid Stage Cultivation as he was.

And here, she seemed to be just a humble servant.

However, Li Fan didn’t feel awkward; instead, he casually asked her about the situation here.

The lady in the yellow dress wasn’t negligent in the least because of Li Fan’s power; she explained everything she could in detail.

The mountain range here is called Shuo Feng Mountain.

Yes, it’s the one Frostive Immortal bought and named after Shuo Feng, then gave him as a gift after he successfully established his foundation.

Although it is called a mountain, it is actually a carefully constructed cave mansion. With sixteen peaks forming an array, absorbing not only Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Energy. They are constructed from odd materials that contain the Heavenly-Earth Principle, and even without deliberately cultivating here, one would still be subtly influenced by the dense Power of Principle leading to continual progress in one’s cultivation.

Although this cave mansion is remarkable, after Shuo Feng broke through the Nascent Soul Realm, the Frostive Immortal presented him with another mansion in Tian Quan City.

Thus, Shuo Feng Mountain fell into disuse over time.

Only in their free time would they occasionally come here for amusement.

In no time, Li Fan saw Shuo Feng dressed in a cyan robe on the Central Mountain Peak.

With his hands behind him, his expression serene, he stood in the middle.

By his side, there were a total of six Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators, who were launching attacks on him.

They didn’t use the Cave Heaven Power, just relying on their magic techniques.

Seeing this scene, Li Fan’s gaze couldn’t help but slightly condense.

Strictly speaking, these Nascent Soul monks were not weak. There were Five Elements Spells, divine flying swords, and even magical black arrows that could teleport from various unpredictable directions suddenly appearing and attacking.

But facing these attacks, Shuo Feng did not dodge or hide. He didn’t even blink.

The white light danced, the Divine Wonder Sword, in an instant, blocked all the attacks and counterattacked.

“Boom! Boom!”

Explosion sounds kept coming. These six Nascent Soul monks only lasted for about ten breaths before they were all injured by their own attacks and defeated.

Shuo Feng didn’t show any mercy. These injuries were quite severe, and one person’s body was even destroyed. Only the flow of Cave Heaven Power allowed him to reconstitute his body after a while.

“Too weak, bring in another group.” Shuo Feng’s tone was somewhat cold, and there was a hint of impatience on his face.

The six Nascent Soul monks showed bitterness on their faces, but they didn’t dare to say anything more. They bowed their hands and retreated together.

“Hahaha, Brother Shuo, you certainly have a mighty demeanor!” At this time, Li Fan suddenly laughed loudly, applauded continuously, and he didn’t show any flattery despite the opponent’s powerful aura.

“You have seen me make a fool of myself, Brother Li!” A smile appeared on Shuo Feng’s cold face.

The six Nascent Soul monks, who were leaving, stealthily glanced at Li Fan. They didn’t dare to linger, just speculating about Li Fan’s identity in their minds.

“It’s been a long time since we met, Brother Shuo. Your strength has indeed improved. However, I’m not weaker than you!”

“Please enlighten me!”

Without much nonsense, Li Fan changed his face and extended his right hand and pointed at Shuo Feng from a distance.

Whoosh….

A gust of wind blew over. Shuo Feng, who had been on the alert, waited for a long time, but didn’t see anything unusual happening around him.

The smile gradually disappeared, and Shuo Feng’s eyes were slightly cold: “Brother Li, you wouldn’t be teasing me, would you?”

Li Fan’s expression didn’t change at all, and he smiled slightly: “Having just comprehended the divine technique, it’s normal to have some minor errors the first time it’s used.”

“But it’s no problem, it should work this time.”

“Be careful!”

Li Fan’s tone became extremely cold in an instant, withdrew his right finger, and pointed lightly again.

“Silk Drawing!”

Still as serene as usual, as if nothing had happened. Only Li Fan’s emotionless voice echoed over the mountain peak.

Shuo Feng was about to speak but perceived something, his face changed dramatically.

Several strands of silk were being peeled off from his cyan robe.

The cyan silk roamed in the air, as if dissolving in water, it disappeared instantly.

Just as Shuo Feng was about to act, he grunted involuntarily.

On his body, a trace of blood appeared in an instant. It was as if a sharp blade pierced his skin and revealed the flesh inside.

And in front of Shuo Feng, a red silk thread appeared in the air.

“Silk…”

“Silk…”

Bizarre sounds echoed around.

Every time a sound echoed, an additional bloodline appeared in the air. And on Shuo Feng’s body, another trace of blood appeared.

In just a flash, Shuo Feng was already covered in cuts and bruises and blood was dripping all over him.

What’s more, a wave of coldness surged in Shuo Feng’s heart.

Because he who knew his condition well found out that he didn’t just get a flesh wound; instead, his body was being drawn out and disappeared into thin air!

It was as if…

A puppet completely woven with needle and thread was being pulled out slowly by someone drawing silk from his body!

What’s more, from beginning to end, his own Foundation Establishment Artifact [Sword] did not resist or counter!

“No wonder it’s called [Silk Drawing]!” Shuo Feng thought with a bitter smile.

“If this goes on…”

Within Shuo Feng’s mind, a horrifying image appeared in an instant, he was being constantly drawn out, his body getting smaller and smaller. Finally, it was just like a worn-out cloth doll, powerlessly falling to the ground, whimpering as it awaited annihilation.

A chill ran down his spine.

But despite the quick change of thought, he couldn’t find any way to counter the [Silk Drawing] divine technique for a while.

And Li Fan was always hovering and pointing at Shuo Feng from a distance.

There was absolutely no intention of letting go!

“This guy, he would actually kill me!” Shuo Feng’s heart throbbed as he looked into Li Fan’s profound eyes.

“I surrender! I surrender!” Under the drive of the instinct to survive, Shuo Feng yelled continuously.

Hearing Shuo Feng’s voice, Li Fan finally recovered his right hand.

“Poof!” In an instant, it seemed as if countless connecting silk threads were cut off.

Layers of blood mist erupted from Shuo Feng’s body.

“Young Master!” The lady in the yellow dress was frightened, her beautiful face drained of color, she screamed in surprise.

“I’m fine!” Shuo Feng waved his hand to stop the checkup by the lady who was about to come forward.

“I admit defeat!” Li Fan bowed his hands in salute and spoke in a calm demeanor.

Shuo Feng looked at Li Fan with a complicated look in his eyes.

“What a great divine technique, Daoist knowing!”

He had to admit defeat willingly.