Axi thought of something, took out two small sugar figures, and handed them over: "I'll give you candy, don't cry, let's watch the fun together, see how Feng Xing gets revenge. If he can't beat Tang Zun, I'll help him!"
Si Xin Xin stopped crying, put the candied hawthorn in her mouth, and nodded obediently: "Uncle Xi, you must blow his head off!"
Xiao Zhao also held candy, his sapphire eyes sparkling with crystal-clear tears. He clenched his small fists tightly and sobbed in a low voice: "Now old man Xu can rest in peace."
Tang Zun's eyes turned fierce, and he looked at the figure in front of him who was handling him with ease, his face hideous.
Feng Xing's cultivation had just reached the Nascent Soul stage, but his dodging speed was extremely fast.
So fast that even Tang Zun felt a headache.
"You're like a noisy fly, truly annoying, but you won't be able to flutter for long."
As he spoke, Tang Zun's expression turned cold, and he suddenly raised his whisk.
Bang!
The powerful spiritual energy directly sent Feng Xing flying!
The young man's body fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a surge of dust.
"A Xing!"
Bai Nian Nian was anxious and quickly stepped forward to help.
As soon as she took a step, she was stopped by Feng Ning He.
Feng Ning He gently shook her head at her, her beautiful eyes hidden with a ripple of light, and her voice was very soft: "A Xing is fine, don't rush, let's see the situation."
Bai Nian Nian's worry did not diminish, but intensified. Her eyes were full of urgency as she looked at the figure lying on the ground: "Master, A Xing's cultivation has just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, and Tang Zun reached the Nascent Soul stage earlier than him. His aura is more stable than A Xing's."
Her thoughts were also what everyone else was thinking.
Tang Zun was cunning and had reached the Nascent Soul stage earlier than Feng Xing. In everyone's eyes, even if Feng Xing's cultivation reached the Nascent Soul stage, he would not be able to defeat Tang Zun.
Feng Ning He's delicate and exquisite face broke into a bright smile. She generously reached out and gently patted Bai Nian Nian's shoulder: "Nian Nian, A Xing becomes stronger with every setback. The more powerful the enemy, the stronger he becomes."
Her composed demeanor was completely different from Bai Nian Nian's.
Bai Nian Nian was still uneasy, but she closed her mouth and obediently watched everything in front of her.
Feng Xing lay there motionless.
Tang Zun stood arrogantly, looking down at the figure in front of him with disdain, and snorted: "You dare to be my enemy? Go and pee on a mirror to see what you are."
"It's such a pity that a young man with such high cultivation has fallen like this."
"Tang Zun used all his strength in that attack just now. If it were me, I wouldn't even be able to withstand one move. It's not easy for this young man to last this long before falling."
"Look, the First Sect and Feng Ning He are standing there motionless, not intending to help. This young man should be fine, at least his life is not in danger..."
The surrounding cultivators chattered and pointed fingers.
"Cough cough..."
Feng Xing, lying on the ground, coughed lightly.
He staggered to his feet, swaying, with a trace of bright red blood on his lips and a little dust on his handsome face.
Seeing the young man stand up, Bai Nian Nian's heart tightened. Her eyes were fixed on him, unable to look away, and she murmured softly: "A Xing..."
Seeing Feng Xing, who was swaying and barely standing up, Tang Zun raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. The disdain on his face did not change at all: "Oh, you can still stand up? It's just a final burst of energy."
In his eyes, Feng Xing was already a dead man.
The blow just now was not something Feng Xing could withstand.
As fellow Nascent Soul stage cultivators, Tang Zun's foundation was stable, and he easily sent Feng Xing flying far behind him.
"Tang Zun, do you have any last words?"
Feng Xing raised his eyes, his ink-black eyes sweeping over Tang Zun.
Although the young man's figure was a little shaky, he was tall and strong. His eyes were as firm as a mountain, with a slight flicker of light within them.
Tang Zun acted as if he had heard a joke and laughed disdainfully: "To speak such wild words at such a young age."
Tang Zun lost his patience, his eyes turned fierce, and he charged fiercely at Feng Xing!
Nascent Soul stage cultivators could shake mountains and rivers.
The ground trembled violently.
Dust swirled madly, drifting in the forest.
Everyone instinctively took a few steps back, widening the distance between them.
"This is terrible. This young man won't survive. After this blow, he'll probably be shattered into pieces. It'll be a blessing if he can leave a whole corpse."
"What a pity, this young man is talented and handsome. If he were given time to grow, his future would be limitless!"
The surrounding onlookers sighed with emotion, lamenting constantly.
Mei Zi Ling subconsciously looked up at Mei Hong Hou beside her: "Father, Feng Xing clearly can't beat Tang Zun. Why is no one helping him?"
Feng Ning He's cultivation was above Tang Zun's. As long as she made a move, she would definitely be able to protect Tang Zun.
This young man would not have to sacrifice himself in vain.
Mei Hong Hou chuckled, shaking his head: "The young man won't die. Tang Zun is the one who is truly in danger."
Although Feng Xing was in a mess, his aura was exceptionally stable. Even though he was struck to the ground, his aura did not change at all.
"How can this be?"
Mei Zi Ling raised her eyebrows in disbelief: "Father, Tang Zun is famous in Jinling. His strength is slightly superior. How can Tang Zun lose?"
Mei Hong Hou casually pointed to the figure enveloped in dust: "The dust will disperse soon, and the outcome will be revealed."
Mei Zi Ling stopped talking and focused on the dust.
The thick dust obscured everyone's vision.
Just then, a gust of wind blew, scattering the dust, and a faint figure stood quietly in place.
The cultivators held their breath, afraid they would miss a spectacular scene in the blink of an eye.
"Such big dust."
Si Xin Xin stretched out her chubby little hand to cover the dust, her bright eyes peeking through her fingers at the figure standing upright in place.
The wind stopped, the dust dispersed, and fallen leaves covered the ground.
At this moment, everyone saw the figure standing in place clearly.
Feng Xing's hair was messy, and his handsome face was tinged with a hint of coldness.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Zun, who was kneeling in front of him: "If you have any last words, it's not too late to say them now."
Tang Zun's lips were stained with bright red blood, his clothes were ragged, and he stared at everything in front of him with wide eyes, shaking his head desperately: "How... how is this possible! My cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage for a long time, and my foundation is stable. How can you defeat me?"
A gentle breeze stirred the young man's black hair.
Feng Xing's eyes were deep above his straight nose. He closed his eyes as if relieved, and a line of tears slowly streamed down his face: "Old man Xu... I have avenged you."
Everything he had done was to avenge old man Xu.
"Pfft!"
Bright red blood spurted from Tang Zun's mouth.