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The collision of the sword tip and the foot was like the most intense symphony between heaven and earth, a deafening roar echoing through the clouds.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment, then burst into a storm of turbulence. That giant foot, originally as immovable as a mountain, trembled slightly under Li Chenfeng's full-force strike, ripples spreading across its surface.

"This... how is this possible!" An incredulous exclamation came from the air, the voice of Monk Lingkong, filled with shock and fear.

He had never imagined that a cultivator who was only in the mid-stage of the Spiritual Wheel Realm could unleash such astonishing power.

He himself was in the late stage of the Spiritual Wheel Realm!!!

Li Chenfeng did not move, but his eyes burned with an unyielding flame. This strike, though powerful, was not enough to completely defeat the enemy before him.

He did not retreat in the slightest, but instead took advantage of the momentum, the spiritual power within his body surging like a rushing river, constantly pouring into that illusory sword tip.

"Sword intent is not just power, but also where the heart goes, where the will reaches!" Li Chenfeng murmured in his heart, his figure appearing even more resolute in the reflection of the sword light. On the tip of the sword, the sword intent condensed into substance, transforming into a raging dragon-shaped sword energy, coiling around the sword tip, emitting a deafening dragon's roar.

"With this sword, let me go with you!" Li Chenfeng shouted, the dragon-shaped sword energy accompanying the sword tip, rushing towards Lingkong, the behemoth, once again with even more swift speed.

With a earth-shattering boom, a dazzling light erupted at the point where the dragon-shaped sword energy and the foot collided, illuminating the entire sky.

That giant foot finally could not withstand Li Chenfeng's desperate strike and shattered with a roar.

Li Chenfeng stood in place, his clothes fluttering in the strong wind, but his eyes were unusually calm, as if that earth-shattering battle had not affected him in any way.

He slowly retracted his sword stance, the sword tip transforming into specks of light and dissipating in the air, leaving only his lonely and resolute figure.

"Three fellow cultivators, I have done my best."

As Li Chenfeng's words fell, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, the sudden tranquility containing endless sorrow.

The three close friends, their eyes filled with disbelief and grief, watched as Li Chenfeng's once-tenacious figure, at this moment, became like a candle in the wind, gradually becoming blurred.

"No! Chenfeng!" The sisters, Huakai and Huaxie, roared out, their voices filled with endless despair and unwillingness. They tried to rush forward, wanting to grab the disappearing shadow, but could only touch the cold air.

However, Li Chenfeng only smiled slightly, that smile containing too many unfulfilled words, a love for life, a cherishing of love, and an expectation for the future. His figure became fainter and fainter, eventually turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the vast sky, leaving only a whisper echoing in everyone's ears: "Three fellow cultivators, I have done my best..."

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the world changed color. The three friends looked at each other, their eyes filled with unspeakable sorrow.

At this moment, a broken sword that had lost its tip slowly fell from the sky, lying quietly in the dust, the sword still retaining Li Chenfeng's last strength and will.

This sword had accompanied Li Chenfeng through countless storms, witnessing his growth and glory, but now it could only lie here alone, becoming Li Chenfeng's last relic left in the world.

"Chenfeng..." Huakai trembled as she reached out her hand and gently picked up the broken sword. The sword was cold and heavy, as if carrying all of Li Chenfeng's memories and emotions. She gripped the hilt tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the sword, making a crisp sound.

Her younger sister, Huaxie, was also filled with grief, but her eyes were fixed on the Monk Lingdong, whose spell had been broken.

"Sister, don't cry, let's avenge Brother Li."

Huaxie's reminder made Huakai's eyes sharpen, and she murmured: "That's right, we still have to avenge Brother Li!!"

Calming her grief, she looked at Liu Sheng and said: "Fellow Daoist Liu, do you want to avenge Brother Li?"

Upon hearing this, a trace of determination flashed in Liu Sheng's eyes. He nodded and said, "Of course I want to avenge Fellow Daoist Chenfeng, but with our current strength, we simply cannot contend with that Monk Lingdong."

Huakai gently stroked the broken sword in her hand, feeling Li Chenfeng's remaining aura, and a surge of grief and indignation welled up in her heart. She gritted her teeth and said, "We can't just give up like this. Even if we exhaust all our strength, we must seek justice for Brother Li."

Huaxie also clenched her fists and echoed: "That's right, we can't let Brother Li sacrifice himself in vain. Even if the enemy is strong, we must face them bravely."

Liu Sheng looked at the injured monk in the distance and the complex expressions on Huakai and Huaxie's faces, shook his head, and said: "Liu still has the ambition to cultivate immortality. After my strength improves, I will join the two of you to avenge Fellow Daoist Li."

After speaking, without waiting for Monk Lingkong to respond, he flew directly in another direction, obviously not intending to get involved in this matter anymore.

This scene surprised Chenfeng and the other three who were watching the battle from afar on the ground. They originally thought that immortals were high above, but now it seemed that these immortals also needed to worry about cultivation resources, and even fight over them.

The sisters Huakai and Huaxie looked at Liu Sheng's departing back, and smiled sadly.

Huakai looked at her sister Huaxie, her eyes filled with reluctance and determination. With her cultivation level, it would be difficult for her to escape unscathed in this battle. She herself could avenge Brother Li, but she was even more unwilling to let her sister die with her.

But Huaxie did not flinch. She held her sister's hand tightly, her eyes flashing with a firm light.

"Sister, we have grown up together since we were young, and have experienced so many storms. When have we ever been afraid? Although this monk is strong, he is injured. If we sisters join forces, we may not be without a chance to fight."

Huaxie's voice was soft, but it revealed an unquestionable determination.

Upon hearing this, a warm current surged in Huakai's heart. She looked at her sister, her eyes flashing with a trace of relief and pride.

Yes, the two sisters had depended on each other since they were young, and had never given up on each other, no matter how great the difficulties they encountered. Now, facing this sudden crisis, they must work together to overcome it.

"Okay, sister, let's face it together. No matter what the outcome, we will be together." Huakai held her sister's hand tightly, their eyes meeting, as if at this moment, all fear and anxiety had disappeared.

Just as they were preparing to face the enemy, a gentle voice suddenly sounded: "Two female benefactors, please hold your hands." Monk Lingkong slowly landed in front of them, his face showing fatigue, but his eyes revealing a kind of detached tranquility.