Chapter 742: Chapter 741 Duanmu Chou
The voice seemed extremely distant, yet it appeared as if it suddenly rang right beside Yang Fei’s ears, causing his mind to waver, feeling as if a stormy sea had been stirred up in his Sea of Consciousness.
Such strong Divine Sense!
Yang Fei was secretly shocked and immediately guarded his mind, while at the same time he let out a loud and clear long howl, shouting, "Who is hiding and playing tricks? If you have the courage, come out and fight me!"
As his voice spread, the violent waves in the Sea of Consciousness gradually calmed down, and the impact of that previous voice dissipated.
At the same time, his companions Wang Lei, Xu Jian, Helian Rong, and the others from the Duanmu Family also regained their composure and steadied their minds.
"Who... who is it?"
"Didn’t all three ancestors leave? There is no powerful being overseeing the family; who could this person be?"
"Could it be that there’s a senior member of the family we didn’t know about remaining behind?"
For a moment, the hearts of the Duanmu Family members were pounding with excitement.
Today, these outsiders had broken into the manor, forcibly rescued people, and tried to bewitch everyone here to split the Duanmu Family — for the vast majority of the family’s loyal descendants, it was a great shame.
Now, with a powerful being emerging from within the family, they were immediately boiling with excitement, filled with anticipation.
An old man, not very strong but of advanced years, looked towards the direction of the back mountain with eager eyes and loudly asked, "Is it a senior member of our clan?"
"Hahaha, Duanmu Xin, we are of the same generation; I dare not be called your senior," the strong and vigorous voice came again, as a grey figure soared from the direction of the back mountain into the night sky.
The night was too dark, and even though the manor had lit its lamps, the faint light falling on this person’s face was still too weak to let people discern his features from such a distance.
But quickly, the person crossed the void and appeared near Duanmu Wentong’s residence. He wore a gray robe and sported flowing silver-white hair, with his hands clasped behind his back. He floated in mid-air, his body rising and falling slightly with the minor fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth Power condensed by his powerful Telekinesis beneath his feet.
For the Duanmu Family’s members, the way this person appeared, as if a deity had descended to the earth, was an awe-inspiring and reverent sight.
The elder known as Duanmu Xin, who had asked earlier, set his eyes upon this person’s face, and his pupils suddenly contracted: "Is... is it you? You’re still alive? How... how?"
At the same time, several other exclamations followed.
"How is that possible? He... he was said to have died over fifty years ago, wasn’t he?"
"Yes, how could he still be alive?"
"After the battle with Wu Zheng, the previous generation Sect Master of the Qingtian Sect, they were both severely injured. He returned with grave injuries and was said to have passed away not long after. How... how is he still alive?"
Many of the elders looked up at the silver-haired man suspended in the sky, each showing a look of horror. Many thought they were seeing a ghost.
"Grandfather, who... who is he, is he from our Duanmu Family?" asked a girl beside Duanmu Xin, her curiosity piqued.
Many of the younger people around also pricked up their ears, looking at him.
Duanmu Xin took a deep breath, his voice filled with excitement as he said, "He is the true genius of our Duanmu Family, the once supreme being who aspired to the pinnacle of the Hidden Sect, Duanmu Chou."
Wow!
It was as if a depth charge had been dropped into a placid lake; the Duanmu Family crowd erupted into a massive uproar, filled with shock and exclamations.
"It’s actually Elder Duanmu Chou?"
"Isn’t his spirit tablet displayed in the ancestral hall? How can he still be alive?"
"Has... has it become haunted?"
"What exactly is going on?"
The crowd was in continuous uproar. Not far from Yang Fei, Duanmu Wentong’s face turned red, his body trembling. He looked up at the figure in the sky, disbelievingly saying, "Uncle Six... is it really you? You’re still alive?"
The man in the sky’s gaze grew heavy, falling upon Duanmu Wentong. His face had been somewhat smiling, but as his eyes landed on Duanmu Wentong, his smile gradually faded, and a flicker of reminiscence and nostalgia reflected in his deep eyes.
"You look so much like him. You must be the child from Third Brother’s family, right?" Duanmu Chou looked at Duanmu Wentong and slowly asked.
Duanmu Wentong’s eyes reddened as he nodded, "Yes, I am Wentong. It’s been over fifty years since I last saw you. I... I am now an old man, too. Uncle Six, you don’t even recognize me."
Duanmu Chou responded with a faint smile but soon after his gaze turned stern, and he said harshly, "Do you wish to betray your family and abandon them?"
Duanmu Wentong felt a jolt in his heart, facing Duanmu Chou’s piercing eyes he still stiffened his scalp and said, "Yes, Sixth Uncle, the Duanmu Family can no longer accommodate us, I have decided to leave."
"Heh heh!"
Duanmu Chou let out a cold laugh, his gaze shifting to Yang Fei, instantly sharp as twin blades.
"Boy, you’ve got some nerve, daring to break into my Duanmu Family’s estate time and again to wreak havoc, truly thinking that the Duanmu Family has no one capable?"
Yang Fei stared solemnly at the other party and said in a deep voice, "It is your Duanmu Family that lacks virtue and righteousness. Given the deeds of those old things of the Duanmu Family, I, Yang Fei, wish nothing more than to exterminate them all. Today, I have come to rescue my woman and take my grandfather’s family away; whoever dares to stop me, I will kill."
"Hahahaha, what big talk, boy, do you really think you are invincible?" Duanmu Chou burst out into manic laughter.
Yang Fei’s momentum was overwhelming. He handed the unconscious Tong Yunshu to Helian Rong and, holding that dark wooden stick, looked solemnly at Duanmu Chou.
This man’s presence was too powerful.
Yang Fei was no stranger to top warriors of the Hidden Sect.
But even standing before him, Helian Zhan and Wang Chunyang had never given him such a great sense of oppression.
Of course, neither Helian Zhan nor Wang Chunyang had ever targeted him with the full force of their QI, nor did they ever regard him as a real enemy.
The Duanmu Chou before him, however, had locked all his Qi onto Yang Fei from the moment he appeared, giving him the illusion of being bound by an invisible force.
Setting aside how advanced this man’s Physical Body Realm was, merely the oppressive feeling that his powerful Divine Soul Thought Power gave was enough to make him the one with the strongest Divine Sense Telekinesis among all the formidable people Yang Fei had encountered.
Those with powerful Divine Soul Thought Power are the true warriors.
This was something Yang Fei believed without a doubt.
So at this moment, although Yang Fei was verbally defiant, he was actually very cautious at heart, his combat power gathering continuously, preparing to go all out.
"Junior, today I shall let you know that there are always stronger people out there, and higher heavens above!" Duanmu Chou’s gaze grew intense as he spoke sternly.
Duanmu Wentong moved swiftly, stepping between Yang Fei and Duanmu Chou and said loudly to Duanmu Chou, "Sixth Uncle, please show mercy, he is my grandson, my only grandson. The Duanmu Family has already wronged him, you cannot lay a hand on him again."
"Get lost!"
Duanmu Chou’s gaze hardened as he rebuked.
Following his rebuke, Duanmu Wentong’s body was struck as if hit by an invisible force and flew to one side.
The next instant, Duanmu Chou reached out through the air towards Yang Fei.
Meanwhile, the tall wall beneath Yang Fei’s feet collapsed with a thunderous crash and, under the immense reaction force, his body shot towards the sky like a cannonball.
"Overconfident fool!"
Duanmu Chou’s pupils shrank slightly, taken aback by the wild fighting spirit and terrifying speed shown by Yang Fei.
He snorted coldly and pressed down with the hand that was reaching towards Yang Fei.
Winds raged fiercely.
A wave of invisible Qi swiftly converged into a giant palm and slapped viciously down toward Yang Fei’s body.
In the dark night, the giant palm appeared both hidden and visible.
Yang Fei charged headlong towards it.
He swung the wooden stick in his hand, striking ferociously.
"Pfft!"
Qi dispersed, creating a hole in the giant palm formed by the power of Heaven and Earth, and Yang Fei’s body, like an arrow, continued its trajectory undiminished, charging towards Duanmu Chou.
Duanmu Chou’s expression remained unchanged, his silver hair whipping about wildly as he flipped his palm and pressed down again.
Another force rapidly converged, and this time the palm formed was ten times smaller than the previous one, yet its solidity was frighteningly high, like a true palm descending from the heavens, it slammed down hard.