Starforce Warriors-Chapter 477:The Fourth Saint (2)

Wanmao District. Jiepeng Consulate.

"Sun and moon revolve..." Li Xiaofei continued to hum quietly, his feet casually propped up on the desk.

He found the lyrics particularly fitting for the moment. He could see the blazing pillar of energy soaring into the sky in the distance. The strength of a Saint was truly awe-inspiring.

A smile slowly spread across his face.

“Haha! You’re done for! You’re dead!” The waiter’s voice was a mix of glee and hysteria.

He was so overwhelmed with excitement that he started shouting incoherently, “It’s Tensō the Saint! He’s coming! You demon, you butcher! You’ll pay for your actions! You’re dead—you’re finished!”

Li Xiaofei paid him no mind. Then, the overwhelming, majestic presence of a Saint descended upon the consulate, blanketing it in suffocating energy. Li Xiaofei took his feet off the desk and stood up.

Is he finally here?

It hadn’t been nearly this troublesome when he’d killed Saints in the past. As expected, the Jiepeng were a despicable bunch. With a single thought, he rocketed upward. In the blink of an eye, he broke through the ceiling and landed on the rooftop of the nine-story consulate.

Li Xiaofei looked up.

A tall, thin figure clad in a red-and-white kimono hovered a hundred meters above the ground. His face was sharp and sinister as he exuded an eerie aura. The oppressive force emanating from his body was divine in its magnitude.

Tsukiha Tensō, the founder of Jiepeng's Flying Blade Stream and a Saint of the highest caliber, had finally made his appearance.

The waiter jumped up through the hole in the roof and prostrated himself. Overcome with excitement, he kowtowed fervently, shouting in the Jiepeng tongue, “Please, Saint, avenge Jiepeng’s warriors! Please avenge us!”

Having recently awakened from his seclusion, Tsukiha Tensō initially paid no heed to Li Xiaofei. This boy was merely a trivial pest in his eyes. A cultivator in the Meridian Expanding Realm was so insignificant that he wasn’t worth a second thought.

He felt a moment of confusion.

Who could have killed my close attendant? Why is the consulate now a graveyard strewn with corpses?

His gaze shifted to the attendant groveling below. Recognizing him, Tsukiha Tensō casually gestured, lifting the young warrior into the air and bringing him closer.

“What happened here?” Tsukiha Tensō’s voice was cold and commanding.

The attendant, so overwhelmed with excitement that his tongue twisted, managed to stammer out the events as he pointed shakily at Li Xiaofei.

Thud.

The attendant was flung back onto the roof as if he were no more than a discarded toy. At last, Tsukiha Tensō’s eyes landed on Li Xiaofei. His confusion deepened.

How could this frail boy have possibly slain my disciple, Chiyo Tsukio? How could this insignificant insect have turned the Jiepeng Consulate into a graveyard and killed his loyal old servant?

Tsukiha Tensō examined him closely. To his astonishment, he discovered that although the young man had yet to cultivate the Five Spirits, his inner qi was exceptionally dense and potent. In fact, it far exceeded the typical standards of the Meridian Expanding Realm. This boy’s qi was remarkable even compared to those in the Golden Body Realm.

Moreover, the boy’s physical body was extraordinarily resilient. There was no trace of leakage as it held onto his inner qi. This was a clear indication that he had reached the Qi Restraining Stage, a state of perfection where the body and qi operated in flawless harmony.

The combination of such overwhelming inner qi and an indomitable physical body did indeed give him a combat strength that rivaled even the Dao Union Realm.

Yet even with this realization, Tsukiha Tensō felt no threat from Li Xiaofei. A stronger insect was still an insect. This dismissal was why Tsukiha Tensō had initially ignored Li Xiaofei. Anyone beneath the Saint level was nothing but an ant.

“Who ordered you to do this?” Tsukiha Tensō asked coldly, his tone laced with disdain. He was more interested in uncovering the mastermind behind this affront. A mere cultivator at this level wouldn’t dare provoke the Jiepeng Empire without backing.

Li Xiaofei smiled in reply. It was a broad, cheerful smile. He didn’t answer, because words were unnecessary. He raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.

And then it happened. Like a television screen flickering with static interference, reality itself seemed to distort. The space around Li Xiaofei shimmered, and suddenly, another figure appeared beside him.

A middle-aged man in a neatly pressed Zhongshan suit, sporting a close-cropped black haircut, stood beside Li Xiaofei. He exuded a scholarly aura, as though he had just emerged from a library.

“Saint Tsukiha Tensō, it’s been a while.” The man said calmly.

“So, it’s you,” Tsukiha Tensō replied, his gaze fixed on the man. A flicker of battle intent ignited in his eyes. “Principal Lu, is this boy acting on your orders?”

Principal Lu! In all of Haijing City, there was only one person who could be addressed by that title: Lu Xufeng. Ranked fourth on the list of Great Xia’s strongest, Lu Xufeng was a Saint and the principal of the renowned Zhendan University.

“No,” Lu Xufeng shook his head.

Tsukiha Tensō paused, surprised. He didn’t doubt Lu Xufeng’s words. Principal Lu was well known for never speaking falsehoods.

But if it wasn’t Lu Xufeng, then who?

A glimmer of doubt crossed Tsukiha Tensō’s mind. Those who stood at the peak of power always calculated every possibility. From any perspective, Li Xiaofei’s assault on the Jiepeng Consulate couldn’t possibly be an independent act. It defied reason.

What kind of power would dare to challenge the Jiepeng Empire and provoke me?

His mind turned over the possibilities until only one answer emerged. There was only one individual in all of Haijing City with the strength, status, and motive to orchestrate such an audacious move. He was also the only person who had the influence to bring Lu Xufeng into the picture.

Tsukiha Tensō's rage burned hotter, yet his mind grew colder as he continued to calculate. He understood that this could very well be Great Xia’s final act of defiance, a culmination of all their strength and courage.

If this rebellion could be utterly crushed, then from this day forward, the backbone of Great Xia’s warriors in Haijing City, and indeed the entire southern region, would be irrevocably broken. The martial spirit of Great Xia would be completely shattered. Their destiny as a martial nation would be severed for good.

Everything will end in one decisive blow.

Tsukiha Tensō found himself growing impatient. The Great Xia people were plotting, but so was he. If this was the game they wanted to play...

Swish!

A radiant blade aura manifested out of thin air as it sliced directly toward Li Xiaofei. But Lu Xufeng flicked a finger and a piece of chalk shot through the air like a comet, colliding with the blade aura. In an instant, both the chalk and the blade aura dissipated into nothingness.

“Why bicker with a junior?” Lu Xufeng said calmly. “Bullying the weak tarnishes the reputation of a Jiepeng Saint.”

Tsukiha Tensō sneered. “He butchered thousands of Jiepeng warriors. He deserves a thousand deaths.”

“You can’t look at it that way,” Lu Xufeng replied, his tone serious but with a hint of mischief. “He only killed your servant, your disciple, your consulate’s ambassador, and a few thousand Jiepeng people. But he’s still a mere child. How can you stoop to his level?”

This statement left Li Xiaofei utterly dumbfounded, his eyes widening in disbelief.

What the fuck.

Li Xiaofei’s mind reeled.

What the fuck. This is the fourth-ranked Great Xia Saint on the strongest list? The esteemed principal of Zhendan University?

His words... were oddly convincing.

Tsukiha Tensō’s fury reached its peak, yet he let out a cold, mocking laugh. “So, you’re saying this is my fault?”

Lu Xufeng nodded thoughtfully. “Ignoring the facts for a moment, can you honestly say you’re entirely blameless?”

Li Xiaofei almost burst out laughing.

Unbelievable. This single verbal jab feels like it carries the weight of a million years of cultivation. Who could possibly endure such an attack?

As expected, Tsukiha Tensō’s rage erupted like a volcanic inferno.

It was well-known that Principal Lu of Zhendan University had a reputation for being venomously sharp-tongued. Many had dismissed it as mere gossip. After all, Zhendan University was the foremost institution of learning in the southern region and was steeped in a long tradition of scholarly refinement.

As its principal, Lu Xufeng always appeared genteel and cultured. He was a man who embodied intellectual grace. But now, it was clear: there was no reasoning with him.

Tsukiha Tensō didn’t bother bandying words and moved decisively. At his command, a storm of blade light materialized, surging toward Lu Xufeng in a blinding torrent.

Lu Xufeng remained unperturbed as he slowly raised his left hand. Using his finger as a brush and the air as his canvas, he began to write with flowing, serpentine strokes.

It was then that Li Xiaofei noticed that Principal Lu was left-handed.

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The magical sight of Lu Xufeng’s fingertip carving words into the air was astonishing. Each stroke left visible impressions that lingered in the sky. He was inscribing lines from the poem of a great figure who had lived more than five hundred years ago.

As the verse took shape, a phenomenon arose. An invisible force field spread out to envelop space. The storm of blade light slowed as if caught in a swamp, until it finally ground to a halt twenty meters away.

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Tsukiha Tensō sneered and raised his right arm. A colossal qi blade, nearly a hundred meters long, coalesced before him. As his arm lifted, the blade rose high into the air, gathering the essence of countless smaller blade auras. It resembled a deity wielding an immense weapon.

The mountains aflame with crimson, the forests dyed with vibrant hues... In frost-touched heavens, myriad beings vie for freedom. Facing the vast expanse, who controls the fate of this boundless land?

Lu Xufeng continued to write. His strokes became faster and more fluid, as the characters grew more vivid and lifelike.

Tsukiha Tensō swung his arm down in a decisive strike. The massive qi blade followed his arm as it sliced through the air. The atmosphere itself seemed to transform into a tangible substance wherever the blade passed, splitting apart like ocean waves under a ship’s keel. The shockwaves surged outward, carving the sky into two distinct halves.

Lu Xufeng. calm as ever, pressed his right palm against the half-finished poem. Forty-four words soared into the air. The letters burst with radiant brilliance. It was as if they had become tangible, living entities.