Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 483 Supreme Martial Arts Master’s Absolute Dominance Realm! [1 more update]

Chapter 483: 483 Supreme Martial Arts Master’s Absolute Dominance Realm! [1 more update]

"Rumble rumble—"

Above the clouds, the thunder was still incessant.

In the pitch-black sky, deep purple lightning still densely weaved through like a giant net.

Rain fell torrentially, as if reaching the end of a dance between Heaven and Earth.

The man was unable to see Yan Tingfeng’s face, but from his appearance, he also seemed to be an extremely young man.

However, for those who had practiced Art and Method, external age was most deceptive.

Because if they desired, they could use Taoist Arts to conjure a new face or alter their appearance.

"Who are you?" the man gripped his palm tightly, "Today’s affairs do not concern you, Shenzhou is destined to face a catastrophe, we are merely hastening it!"

The future of Shenzhou was hard to predict, the only certainty was that great disasters were still destined to strike Shenzhou.

If Shenzhou was doomed eventually, why shouldn’t they take action sooner?

Yan Tingfeng responded indifferently, "A man about to die needs not know too much."

"You really have a big tone!" the man laughed in anger, "In that case, I must seek some advice from you!"

"Hum hum—"

The man swiftly formed hand seals, and the firelight burst forth instantly.

Yet, all he did seemed like mere child’s play to the eyes of a Supreme Martial Arts Master who had once reached the ultimate peak.

"Sssh—!"

The sound of flesh tearing was muffled by the torrential rain, but the pain intensified even more.

The man, in disbelief, lowered his head and stared with widened eyes at the slender, well-defined hand that had penetrated his chest.

The hand gripped his heart, and a chilling coldness engulfed his entire body.

His whole body trembled, and the pain devoured his senses.

This young man... had outright ignored his Art and attacked his body directly!

How was this possible?!

He hadn’t even seen when the other had appeared before him!

For an Art practitioner, the body was exceptionally vulnerable while casting spells.

Yet in a single move, Yan Tingfeng had aimed straight for his life.

This proved that the other was not only practiced in Beiming Arts but also possessed formidable Martial Arts!

"You, you..." the man’s eyes widened further, his voice came out in breaks, "Devil... you—"

He ran out of breath, and his voice cut off.

But how was this conduct any different from those villains of Jianghu of old?

Yan Tingfeng’s expression did not change; he retracted his hand.

Without support, the man’s body rapidly plummeted from the sky.

"Thinking of escaping by discarding the body?" Yan Tingfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his tone detached, "But I, did not allow you to leave."

He raised his hand again, and suddenly, the air seemed to twist.

A phantom appeared in front of Yan Tingfeng, identical to the man before!

The soul!

For an Art practitioner, the highest realm of cultivation was for the soul to completely detach from the body and roam the world freely.

The man had practiced for fifty to sixty years but only managed to sustain his soul outside his body for a few days.

He had intended to immediately flee, return to Southern Ming Principality, and find a new corpse to reinhabit, rather than tough it out here.

Yet he was discovered nonetheless!

What level of Beiming Arts was this?!

It was simply unbelievable!

The power of Beiming Sect Leader Xing Yun, three hundred years ago, was probably not beyond this, right?

The man quickly realized that Yan Tingfeng must have lived for a very, very long time.

"You, you after all..." the man’s soul gradually became transparent, he screamed in rage, "Who are you? Who are you? Hahaha I know now, you must be Xing Yun, you definitely are! You never died!"

Yan Tingfeng turned a deaf ear, coldly watching as the soul before him completely vanished.

"Puh—!"

A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, but was soon washed away by the heavy rain.

Yan Tingfeng’s complexion turned pale, his face drained of color.

He slightly furrowed his brow, his expression detached as he wiped the fresh blood from his lips.

It seemed, this body was indeed nearing its limit.

After all, back then, he had used his own body as the focal point to channel the power of Heaven and Earth, constructing the Heavenly Moat to repel the enemies.

Had Rong Shi not left a measure and promptly encased his body in ice, the moment the power of Heaven and Earth had traversed through him, his body would have shattered into powder and scattered with the wind.

The Death Parasite gnawed at his flesh, ensuring he could still possess more life.

But if the body couldn’t withstand too much strength, then no matter how long the life span, it would be useless.

His Inner Strength was indeed vast, yet his body restricted his ability to use it.

Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes drooped as he gazed at his own cracked hands and scoffed coldly, "What a waste..."

Yet, there were still many matters he had not finished, and he absolutely could not fall here.

Death was not fearsome to him.

However, if he had to die, he wanted to die with value.

**

In East Desolate City, ships were sailing amidst a fierce storm.

"Thank goodness Miss Ye is here, otherwise we really couldn’t have left here smoothly today," the director said, wiping his sweat as they neared the city gate.

The squad leader finally recovered his strength but couldn’t help asking, "What material is this ship made of that it doesn’t shatter under the storm?"

Ye Wanlan shook her head and did not speak.

Her eyes darkened as she watched the sky, feeling an increasingly ominous premonition.

Just as if reflecting her inner thoughts—

"Crash!"

The torrential rain suddenly converged into a stream, plunging straight down from the sky.

With a thundering "boom," it shattered the stern of the ship!

The vessel rocked violently, and screams erupted everywhere.

Ye Wanlan suddenly looked up and dashed to the front of the ship.

She placed her hand on the deck, bestowing it with new Penglai Power again.

However, the rain seemed determined not to stop until the ship was destroyed, and Art and Method powers always eventually exhaust.

If the mastermind behind this found them, then they must eliminate the mastermind first!

Ye Wanlan suddenly looked up, and in the darkness, she dimly made out a figure.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

"Buzz!"

The storm intensified at that moment, making it difficult for the ship to move.

"Go!" Ye Wanlan pulled a longsword from the zither case on her back, "Don’t worry about me; after I leave, this ship can safely take you out of the city!"

Having said that, she walked straight toward the outside of the ship and directly into the raging storm.

The director paled, "Miss Ye!"

The squad leader stared blankly as the girl’s figure was engulfed by the torrential rain, "That, that..."

That zither case, it didn’t hold a zither but weapons?!

**

"An young girl..." the old man squinted his eyes and muttered to himself, "Could it be, she is also a disciple of Penglai Observatory?"

They certainly didn’t have the courage to delve directly into Shenzhou, so they could only stir up trouble for years on the border of Eastern Wilderness.

Now that East Desolate City was under their control, what did it matter if a disciple of Penglai died here?

The old man waved his hand, and the raging thunder that had been swirling for a while fell!

"Boom—!"

The thunder exploded directly on Ye Wanlan, and blood immediately spilled from her lips.

But she didn’t stop; she continued walking toward the old man.

"Your Royal Highness, the Princess, you’re injured!" Qingyun Pendant panicked, "The opponent is too strong, and you, being young with too few years of cultivation, it will be dangerous to continue like this!"

As the earliest antique found by Ye Wanlan, Qingyun Pendant had been with her for months, naturally hearing about the four years her body had been occupied.

Those four years had caused Ye Wanlan’s Inner Strength to regress to the beginning.

Within just a year, she had resumed martial arts training and had far surpassed her peers.

But how could such a brief time compare to the decades this evil practitioner of Taoist Arts had amassed?

"Where is Linyuan?" Jade Luan Pin was also anxious, "At such a critical moment, why isn’t he here? What Art and Method, Linyuan could have broken all of it!"

"I had the eldest senior brother go to help me find the Prince Yan’s Sword, even if he knows, he can’t rush back in a short time," Ye Wanlan slightly shook her head, her voice calm, "Besides, his state was very strange, the move he used in Fengyuan City wasn’t from his own power, but the residual energy of the Sword Saint’s Sword. If he truly appears now, I worry he might get hurt by the opponent."

After all, Xie Linyuan truly had died, his body shattered the moment he utilized Unity of Man and Sword.

Inner Strength ultimately stemmed from the Dantian, and once the physical body was destroyed, cultivation would naturally cease to exist.

The reason they could swiftly break the Psychic’s formation back then was also due to the residual energy in the Sword Saint’s Sword.

Now, that energy had completely dissipated.

Qingyun Pendant fretted, "What should we do?"

In just a short journey, Ye Wanlan had already endured several attacks.

"Penglai Magic... Hmph!" the old man said with a contemptuous expression, "Such weak Penglai Power, how could it contend with this old man!"

Penglai Magic was inherently weaker in attack power, destructiveness, and destruction levels compared to Beiming Arts.

And the Art and Method they practiced was left by the previous Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, who was also a practitioner of Beiming Arts, only his practice went awry and the Arts were not pure.

Unless it was the orthodox Beiming Arts or Ultimate Martial Arts Power, they were fundamentally invincible!

Ye Wanlan slowly wiped the blood from her lips and said coldly, "Come again."