With the appearance of Lu Xiyue, the sinister aura permeating the surroundings was completely shredded by sword energy. Venerable Ghost Hand instantly became highly alert…. when had the Yaochi Holy Land produced an eighth-rank sword cultivator!?
Venerable Ghost Hand could sense that the aura of the woman before him was, ever so slightly, stronger than his own.
Lu Xiyue had already awakened during the earlier tremor.
When she opened her eyes and saw that it wasn’t Feng’er in front of her but Ji Yuhuang, she immediately realized what had just happened.
Seeing the trace on Ji Yuhuang’s lips and the large white ball, Lu Xiyue was instantly furious, her silver teeth clenched tightly. This woman had actually done that with Feng’er right beside her…
Just as she was about to explode at Ji Yuhuang, she sensed the presence of a sinister aura and it wasn’t weak, either.
Lu Xiyue quickly rose to her feet, and in an instant, her clothes were automatically restored.
“Master!”
Chu Feng let out a sigh of relief. Honestly, when he felt the aura just now, he had felt like a lone boat adrift on a raging sea, about to be swallowed at any moment.
The childlike old monster in front of him was even more terrifying than Zhou Ji had been back then.
“Feng’er, are you hurt?”
Lu Xiyue asked.
“No.” Chu Feng glanced at the child in front of him and warned, “Master, be careful.”
Lu Xiyue gave her beloved disciple a gentle smile, then turned around. The eyes that had just been soft and tender were now frozen cold like ice.
With a light grasp of her hand, a sword appeared out of thin air. She stood with the sword in hand, coldly staring at Venerable Ghost Hand.
“I didn’t know he was your disciple. No offense was intended. This was all just a misunderstanding. I’ll take my leave!”
When Venerable Ghost Hand heard Chu Feng call her “Master”, his heart trembled. This brat actually had an eighth-rank cultivator as his master!
He immediately made a snap decision….this situation was bad, time to get out!
Tearing open space on the spot, Venerable Ghost Hand prepared to flee.
“Heh! Think you can leave that easily?”
Lu Xiyue slashed with her sword. The sword energy tore through the void, reaching behind Venerable Ghost Hand in the blink of an eye.
He quickly activated a defensive artifact to block it, but his body was still sent flying by the sword energy. However, this was exactly what he wanted. To use the momentum to dive into the spatial rift.
Naturally, Lu Xiyue wasn’t about to let Venerable Ghost Hand escape. She immediately flew into the spatial rift as well, vowing to kill him.
With the disappearance of both their figures, the suffocating pressure in the air also vanished.
“Let’s hope Master succeeds in killing him.”
As Chu Feng gradually deepened his understanding of cultivation, he came to realize that the higher the cultivation level, the harder it was for someone to truly fall.
Defeating someone to determine a winner was one thing, but fighting to the death was often a losing proposition. Because if the opponent self-destructed, it was extremely difficult to react in time.
Just then, the spatial rift that had only just closed suddenly tore open again. A black-robed young man stepped out, his gaze cold as he stared at Chu Feng. Slowly, he drew his weapon. A trident gleamed with a faint blue light.
Seeing Lin Ruo’s grim face, Chu Feng couldn’t help but be surprised. This guy was still haunting him like a shadow.
As the saying goes, when enemies meet, there’s no need for words. Unless one side dies, neither will back down.
With a thought, Chu Feng summoned Little Bai from his storage pouch. He casually spun the sword into a flourish, and it let out a sharp, resonant hum.
Boom!
The two of them shot forward almost simultaneously like arrows, moving so fast that afterimages trailed behind them.
Clang!
The clash of sword and trident instantly sparked a shower of light. A shockwave of true qi erupted from between them, rippling outward in rings.
Chu Feng’s face was expressionless as wave after wave of sword intent burst forth. In an instant, Little Bai’s blade lit up with a sharp gleam, and his sword intent flowed like water, carrying with it a terrifyingly destructive sword aura.
Feeling Chu Feng’s sword intent, Lin Ruo’s expression turned much darker. He knew his swordsmanship couldn’t match Chu Feng’s, so he had relied on his strongest weapon, the trident, thinking it would level the playing field. But in just the brief time they hadn’t seen each other, Chu Feng’s sword intent had risen again!
Lin Ruo couldn’t accept this. Elder Li had told him he had withstood the trials of heaven and earth and become a chosen one, favored by the heavens. So how…how could he possibly lose to some nobody!?
Lin Ruo glared furiously and suddenly knocked Chu Feng back.
Distance. Chu Feng felt the sudden surge of force and instantly pulled away.
When he lifted his head again, he saw that Lin Ruo’s face was now flushed red, his eyes bloodshot.
What!? What did this guy do? His aura skyrocketed this much?
Chu Feng sensed that Lin Ruo’s aura had suddenly surged all the way to third rank, and faintly, it even seemed to be on the verge of stepping into the fourth rank.
Lin Ruo gave Chu Feng a vicious smile, his voice cold and chilling as he said, “Chu Feng! Today, I will erase you completely!”
Looking at the now barely human-looking Lin Ruo, Chu Feng remained calm and replied, “Sometimes, you should watch your tongue. Talk too big, and it might snap. That sudden surge of strength is all flash and no substance.”
The true qi within Chu Feng’s body had been refined by Aunt Zi, compressed to an extremely pure level. Although his current cultivation was only at second rank, in terms of true qi quality, he was in no way inferior to a third-rank cultivator.
As for Lin Ruo’s sudden surge in aura, Chu Feng guessed he had either taken some kind of pill or used a secret technique to boost his power. Usually, it’s the protagonist who forces the opponent to use such a move. But today, he had made the “protagonist” use it first.
Lin Ruo stared at Chu Feng with a sinister gaze, gripping his trident tightly. At that moment, his true qi had turned blood-red, spreading from his palm to cover the entire trident, with strands of crimson qi running across it like blood vessels.
The surge of power within him made Lin Ruo completely confident that he would take Chu Feng’s life.
Sword intent surged from every inch of Chu Feng’s body. In the next instant, sword light flashed, and his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.
In an instant, Chu Feng’s figure appeared in front of Lin Ruo like a ghost, unleashing a fierce slash of sword qi.
Seeing this, Lin Ruo hurriedly raised his trident to block. Fortunately, the trident had been given to him by Elder Li, and it managed to withstand Chu Feng’s sword qi. But even so, he was forced back several steps.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sound of metal clashing rang out continuously, accompanied by sparks flying everywhere. The two figures moved at extreme speed, exchanging blows several times in just a few short moments.
But as time went on, Chu Feng’s attacks grew more and more ferocious, and Lin Ruo could barely hold on.
Suddenly, Lin Ruo swept sideways, pulling away to create distance. His trident glowed with a dim, eerie red light, and in the next instant, that blood-colored glow transformed into sixteen thorn-like tendrils.
They twisted and coiled together, resembling a venomous snake shooting toward Chu Feng, with the trident forming the snake’s fangs.
This strike used up all of Lin Ruo’s true qi.
Faced with Lin Ruo’s all-out attack, not a trace of panic appeared on Chu Feng’s face. Instead, his state of mind began to settle into perfect calm. He recalled the guidance Aunt Zi had just given him. In his pitch-black eyes, the entire world faded away….only Lin Ruo remained.
Zheng!
The Little Bai sword in Chu Feng’s hand turned as clear as jade, radiating a gentle sword glow.
One point! With body guiding the sword, all blades become one. Every thread of sword light converged.
Chu Feng raised Little Bai and calmly thrust it forward with a simple, unassuming strike.
In that instant, a terrifying burst of sword light erupted. A wave of sword qi—
Carrying the essence of two fused sword intents, the strike was unstoppable. It crushed everything in its path!
Boom!
The blood aura shattered.
In almost the blink of an eye, the sword tip was already at Lin Ruo’s throat.
Looking at Lin Ruo’s lifeless eyes, Chu Feng said calmly, “You’ve lost.”
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