A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World

Li Feng immediately snapped his head upward.

High above, Apostle Zi materialized from the very arrow she had just shot into the sky.

Her crimson hair and flame feathers fluttered as she already drew another arrow on the blazing longbow, aiming straight down at him.

She murmured softly,

”Heaven-Burning Arrow.”

BOOM!

The shot erupted with a brilliant burst of light.

CRACK!

Mid-flight, the single arrow split apart into countless blazing projectiles, transforming into a dense rain of crimson arrows that poured down from the heavens like a burning storm.

Li Feng’s expression remained cold.

He did not retreat.

Instead, the silvery radiance around his body flared violently.

Seven hundred stars pulsed in unison as he stomped downward, and a shockwave of pure star force exploded outward from his position.

BOOM—!

The first wave of descending arrows was shattered the moment it entered his range, bursting into scattered embers and fragments of flame.

But more continued to fall, dense and relentless, covering the entire ruined capital in a deadly rain of fire.

Li Feng’s figure blurred.

He shot upward through the storm of arrows like a streak of silver light, weaving between the densest clusters while deflecting others with casual swings of his arms.

Each contact produced sharp explosions of power, scattering trails of fire across the night sky.

Even while ascending, his eyes never left Apostle Zi’s figure above.

FLASH!

Li Feng’s body flashed forward once more, closing the distance in an instant.

His fist, wrapped in condensed silvery starlight, smashed straight toward her.

But again—

His strike passed through nothing but a glowing flame feather.

Apostle Zi’s figure had already vanished.

In the next moment, she reappeared on the ground far below, materializing precisely where one of her earlier arrows had landed.

The crimson light around her flickered as she calmly straightened her posture amidst the ruins.

Li Feng’s eyes narrowed mid-air at this strange abilities.

’Teleportation...?’

Before the thought could fully form—

The scattered glowing feathers that still floated around him suddenly flared with intense light.

Their radiance surged violently, swelling in power as if responding to a single command.

Then—

BOOOOOOM—!!!

A catastrophic explosion erupted.

The combined detonation of the flame feathers shook the entire capital, sending a colossal shockwave of fire and force tearing through the ruined streets and into the night sky.

Yet Apostle Zi did not stop for even a moment.

The instant the explosion bloomed outward, she dropped to one knee amidst the chaos.

The flame longbow in her hands rapidly expanded, its form swelling with condensed power as streams of crimson fire poured into it from all directions.

Crack...

Crack...

The once-flickering flames compressed tighter and tighter, their color shifting from deep red into a blinding, searing white-gold light.

The weapon no longer looked like an ordinary mystical bow.

Under the extreme concentration of energy, its limbs straightened and refined, the blazing string vibrating with a sharp, high-pitched resonance.

For a brief moment, it resembled something closer to a futuristic energy rail weapon... streamlined, lethal, and terrifyingly focused while still retaining the unmistakable silhouette of a bow.

Apostle Zi’s amber eyes locked onto the silver figure still caught within the lingering explosion as she continued to charge the shot without the slightest hesitation.

Li Feng waved his hand.

WHOOSH!

The thick smoke and residual flames were forcibly dispersed under the sweep of his power, revealing the ruined battlefield once more.

The moment his vision cleared, his eyes locked onto the blazing bow of light in Apostle Zi’s hands, and a sharp sense of danger immediately rose in his heart.

His expression hardened.

Then he roared.

The seven hundred stars within his body responded at once.

HUMM....

One after another, they ignited in rapid succession, resonating together as if answering their master’s will.

Brilliant silver light surged violently along his arm, coiling upward like a living constellation being compressed into a single point of destructive force.

At the exact same moment—

Both of them released their attacks.

”Falling Star Fist!!”

”Heaven-Burning Piercing Bolt!”

Then the two ultimate attacks collided.

For a single, terrifying instant, the world seemed to turn silent.

Then—

BOOOOOOOOOOM—!!!

A cataclysmic explosion of silver starlight and searing crimson fire erupted at the center of the battlefield.

The collision of the Falling Star Fist and the Heaven-Burning Piercing Bolt unleashed a force far beyond ordinary Nascent Soul-level combat.

Space itself warped under the impact.

CRACK...!

CRACK...!

CRACK...!

A towering pillar of intertwined silver and crimson light blasted upward into the night sky, splitting the thick clouds of smoke and illuminating the entire capital as if a second sun had been born.

Even the ground collapsed.

An enormous crater expanded outward in a violent shockwave, swallowing ruined streets, shattered buildings, and burning debris alike.

Entire city blocks were flattened in the blink of an eye.

The residual force of the clash swept across the capital in successive waves, toppling already weakened structures and sending hurricane-like winds of fire and starlight tearing through the night.

Those who were still alive across the city... guards, servants, cultivators, and fleeing civilians felt their very souls tremble.

Many dropped to their knees in instinctive fear.

Others could only stare blankly at the distant pillar of destruction, their faces drained of color.

Even many hidden powerful figures who had remained composed and watching from afar until now felt a deep, primal dread rising in their hearts.

And all of this...

Had taken place in just three breath.

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Amidst the residual light and collapsing dust, Apostle Zi’s figure fluttered backward through the air, her crimson hair and flame feathers trailing behind her like scattered embers.

She steadied herself midair and looked down at the vast stretch of destruction below... the enormous crater, the flattened ruins, and the lingering intertwining of silver starlight and crimson fire that still refused to fully dissipate.

Then—

WHOOSH!

A figure wrapped in dense silvery light appeared above her.

It was Li Feng.

His presence was overwhelming and relentless.

The pure radiance of seven hundred ignited stars coiled tightly around his body, and the sheer physical pressure radiating from him made the surrounding air feel heavy and distorted.

His expression was cold, his eyes sharp and unwavering as he looked down at her from above.

Apostle Zi gazed up at that intense figure and let out a wry smile.

Even while injured and forced back, a complicated emotion flickered through her amber eyes.

’...It seems you have found yourself a quite capable man, Ziyan.’

Time seemed to slow down as Apostle Zi’s wry smile lingered for a moment longer.

She continued to look up at the silver-clad figure approaching her from above.

Then her amber eyes softened ever so slightly.

’It’s good then...’

’It means he should have a chance to escape from what... comes next.’