Hearing this, a hint of undisguised surprise flashed across Ji Fenglong's face.

She hesitated for two seconds, then asked in a deep voice, "Liao Master Feng... who exactly are you? What is your purpose in coming to my Rear Palace City...?"

"Rest assured, I'm not here to steal your town treasure," Feng Bujue replied. "In fact, before I met you, I didn't even know you possessed something like the 'Heavenly Book Bamboo Scroll'." He pointed at Ji Fenglong, "It's just... the magical artifact on you is too powerful. Even if you keep it in your dimensional pocket, it can't hide its sharpness. So... I observed it out of curiosity and recognized... it was the 'Heavenly Book'."

Ji Fenglong naturally couldn't fully believe Brother Jue's explanation, and she asked suspiciously, "Are you saying... you can see the treasure I'm hiding in the 'Rainbow Cloud Sleeve'?"

"I can't," Feng Bujue replied frankly, "But I also can't explain this to you in a way you'd understand." He looked at the hourglass in the sky, "So, I don't want to go into more detail... otherwise, I won't have time to win you."

"Hmph... interesting." Ji Fenglong's mind raced, weighing the situation repeatedly in a very short time, then she smiled, "Alright, I'll bet this round with you. If I lose, I'll personally take you on a trip to the 'Heavenly Book World'!"

"It's a deal," Feng Bujue said firmly, looking directly into her eyes.

"It's a deal," Ji Fenglong responded in the same way, and added, "Come on, Liao Master Feng, you don't have much time left."

"Ah... be careful, City Lord Ji, the next attack... will be quite dangerous..." As Feng Bujue said this, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Please be merciful... Liao Master Feng." At this moment, Ji Fenglong no longer had the slightest carelessness in her heart, and she regarded Feng Bujue as an enemy equal to or even stronger than herself.

This is the state of mind of a Yuansheng (Primordial Saint).

A strong person who can cultivate to this realm not only possesses the arrogance that a strong person should have but also has a reverence for power.

True cultivators are not necessarily more belligerent the stronger they are; on the contrary... as their cultivation improves, their actions become more cautious, and their mentality becomes more peaceful... because the higher a person's cultivation, the more thoroughly they understand power, and they gradually realize that they are very small... insignificantly small...

"I'll do my best..." Feng Bujue said as he took out an injection from his knapsack and unhesitatingly jabbed it into his neck.

Two seconds later, an entire tube of strange, unidentified liquid was pushed into his veins without a drop left. His face changed strangely in an instant, and his right hand involuntarily covered his left chest...

"Hey... what's that?" Xu Huishang watched this scene and couldn't help but worry, "Could it be some kind of stimulant?"

Her intuition was quite sharp; what Feng Bujue was injecting was the last dose of [Bane's Blood] he had...

"Hoo... I can't handle the next move with my current physical fitness," Brother Jue took a deep breath and replied, "So I have to use some items to help me."

"Impossible... how did you learn a skill that your own body can't handle?" Xu Huishang asked curiously.

"This is not a skill given by the system," Feng Bujue replied calmly, now that he had gradually adjusted his breathing, "It's a 'move' I created myself, like the previous 'Lan Jiao - Wu Shun Xing' (Tempest Kick - Five Flickering Stars), but many times more complex..."

"It seems Liao Master Feng's attack is extraordinary..." Ji Fenglong did not say anything about Brother Jue "taking stimulants"; she just raised her Sheng Yuan (Sacred Energy) and used the all-around Sheng Yuan (Sacred Energy) force field again, wanting to use immutability to cope with all changes.

"Amazing, before I even made a move, you seem to have guessed what I'm going to do..." Feng Bujue said, seeing this.

"Ah... I understand," Ji Fenglong replied, "You want to unleash amazing power in an instant to break through my dual defense of Sheng Yuan's Wall and body-protecting Qi shield..." She paused, and a strand of cold sweat ran down her temple, "If it were me... I could only think of this method."

"Since the City Lord is prepared both mentally and physically... hoo..." Feng Bujue took another deep breath, adjusting his spirit, energy, and spirit to the best state, "Then... Feng is going to offend you!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue disappeared from Ji Fenglong's sight again.

Peng peng peng... chi chi chi...

The next second, two completely different sounds of breaking through the air intertwined and rang out at an almost overlapping high frequency.

[Lan Jiao - Ba Men Kai Niao] (Tempest Kick - Eight Gates Kay Bird)

"Actually from eight directions at the same time?" Ji Fenglong was indeed powerful; in an instant, she judged the direction of the attack from the rapid series of sounds.

However... this would not change her tactics.

The reason why Ji Fenglong adopted this defensive strategy in place was that she knew that her speed could not catch up with Brother Jue. Even if she moved, it would be in vain, and she might even reveal some flaws... Rather than doing something without certainty, it was better to respond to changes with immutability and concentrate on consolidating her dual defensive force field. This was a more prudent and reasonable approach.

嗡嗡嗡——

Soon, waves of energy resistance sounds bloomed around Ji Fenglong. When she took a closer look, she saw eight goose-shaped cyan and white lights... surrounding her from eight different directions, and continuously applying pressure to her "Sheng Yuan (Sacred Energy) Wall".

"He moved eight times almost instantly, and between each move, he kicked out a terrifying slash towards me..." Ji Fenglong was secretly shocked, "Well... it's powerful, but not enough to... what!"

Thinking of this, Ji Fenglong was shocked to find that there were already subtle cracks in the Sheng Yuan Wall she had fully opened.

"Recently, when I was chatting with someone (Ruo Yu), we talked about an interesting topic..." At this time, Feng Bujue's voice sounded again, "...about how to efficiently destroy an object's defense..."

Along with the words, his figure also appeared in mid-air.

Regardless of the impact of the previous attack on the enemy, Brother Jue himself... was now covered in blood.

"She told me that no matter what something is, no matter its volume, mass, density, or structure... there are weaknesses." Feng Bujue's words continued, and the pain seemed to have no effect on him, "So I asked... if there is a perfectly round shield made of pure energy, then wouldn't every point on its surface... have the same strength? Wouldn't that mean there are no weaknesses?" He smiled, "Heh... as a result, she immediately told me a method to break such a shield."