Pursued by the Top Grade Saintess after Engagement Annulled-Chapter 405 - 401: Overturning Dongfang Qingcang

That force directly transformed into a fierce Sword Qi, chasing after the rolling Dongfang Qingcang.

Dongfang Qingcang increased his speed again to avoid being slashed by the Sword Qi, looking even more disheveled.

After this frantic chase, Dongfang Qingcang stepped into the waiting area of the Central Divine Hall of Inheritance, where the Sword Qi was dissolved by the non-aggression rule.

But because of this, he became the last one.

Everyone else was transported to Tier One at the start.

Dongfang Qingcang took a deep breath, suppressing the anger on his face, his gaze at Xia Feng so dark it could drip water.

Xia Feng’s lips curved slightly, showing a hint of interest.

"Better hurry up and climb, before I reach the top and you’re still stuck below, then the inheritance really will have nothing to do with you."

Having said that, Xia Feng showed no interest in dealing with these people below and squinted his eyes at the peak.

Previously, to train his abilities, he had not activated the properties of the Gale Boots, relying solely on his physical strength to withstand the pressure.

But now the pressure had increased, and he’d been tripped up by Dongfang Qingcang, so he was no longer interested in testing his limits.

Behind him, Dongfang Qingcang’s figure quivered as he quickly climbed the first step.

The people from the Four Great Clans and the Loose Cultivators dared not stay too close to him because his current expression was somewhat terrifying.

That face was even slightly twisted, making people afraid to look at it for too long.

Although everyone avoided Dongfang Qingcang, the Great Dao of Wind emanating from him made it difficult for a few people nearby to remain steady.

No one dared to complain, even though they really wanted to curse him, they dared not show any displeasure on their faces.

As if afraid to provoke Dongfang Qingcang and be thrown into the Sea of Secret Realm below.

Xia Feng glanced down from mid-air, lips curling: "Wow, so much green?"

"Why not just change your name from Dongfang Qingcang to Dongfang Green Onion? With all this green, one might think a giant scallion has turned into a spirit."

Dongfang Qingcang breathed faster, his face completely twisted.

"Damn brat, I’ll make you pay for this!"

Saying this, he charged towards Xia Feng’s position.

This time, perhaps because he’d climbed before, he ascended even faster than before.

Red veins filling his eyes, he saw nothing around him, only Xia Feng’s shadow.

It seemed Dongfang Qingcang was certain that Xia Feng couldn’t keep climbing, planning to pull him down later.

No matter what, he wanted to make that damn boy pay.

Upon reaching the fiftieth step, Xia Tianming tried to fend off Dongfang Qingcang, but was pushed back two steps by the green Great Dao of Wind surrounding him.

If not for Tang Yunqi supporting Xia Tianming, Xia Tianming might have fallen two steps down.

Currently, many people were held back by Xia Tianming at the forty-ninth step; if he fell, climbing back would be hard.

Not knowing if he could make the top ten then.

So he gratefully glanced at Tang Yunqi and watched the slowing Dongfang Qingcang continue climbing.

After reaching fifty steps, even Dongfang Qingcang’s speed decreased significantly.

Yet his gaze still locked on Xia Feng’s position: "Wretched fool, I’ll drag you down and grind you underfoot!"

Xia Feng’s lips curved, the Heaven-Burying Sword in his hand emitted a clear sword cry.

The anxious Dongfang Qingcang instinctively shielded himself with the Great Dao of Wind, fearing Xia Feng might go mad and sword him again.

But Xia Feng only scared him a bit, then his gaze returned to the peak.

The Great Dao of Wind...

If he had the Great Dao of Wind, activating the Gale Boots might speed him up even more?

No one knew the answer. Xia Feng’s Divine Power had already been infused into the Gale Boots underfoot.

Then he climbed to the peak like the wind.

The activated attribute of the Gale Boots increased speed tenfold, resisting fifty percent of the pressure.

Although the resistance against Divine Monarch level pressure wasn’t that much, it was much easier than the pressure Phantom added on him.

With the boost from the Gale Boots, Xia Feng shot out like an arrow, leaving those behind speechless.

Everyone gawked at Xia Feng shooting out, all looking somewhat dazed.

The worst expression belonged to Dongfang Qingcang.

Just recently he confidently claimed Xia Feng stuck at the sixtieth step couldn’t go further.

He even thought of knocking him down at the sixtieth step.

Suddenly, in a blink, Xia Feng rushed ahead again.

Faster than his previous climb from Tier One to the fiftieth step.

It was beyond a slap in the face; it was utterly swelling his face.

As Dongfang Qingcang struggled back to the sixtieth step, Xia Feng had already returned to the ninetieth step.

He squinted down at Dongfang Qingcang, gripping the Heaven-Burying Sword tighter.

"Want to go again?"

"There’s still time before the three-day assessment ends. I have time to keep playing with you."

His lips slightly curled, his expression carrying an inexplicable air, as if really ready for another fight with Dongfang Qingcang.

But Dongfang Qingcang, standing on the sixtieth step, looked troubled.

After a long while, the Great Dao of Wind covering him thickened a bit, and he resumed climbing.

Yet no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn’t step onto the sixty-first step.

Making Dongfang Qingcang’s face flush red with anger.

Finally, he retracted his Great Dao of Wind, and even put away the fan.

Dongfang Qingcang took a deep breath, deciding not to squabble with Xia Feng here, as even if he got first, the inheritance might not be his.

When it’s over, he’ll find more ways to deal with the treacherous Xia Feng.

As Dongfang Qingcang settled down, showing no intent to attack, Xia Feng’s expression was unclear if it was disappointment or relief, turning to look at the mid-air Wuji Divine Monarch Illusion.

This time, without provocation, he simply took a look and continued climbing.

Past the ninetieth step, his speed markedly slowed.