The members of both the Liu and Jia families stared at the suddenly appearing youth, all momentarily stunned.
A Third Rank cultivator. Jia Tianba had just defeated Liu Ziye, a Late Fourth Rank cultivator. Sending a mere Third Rank fighter up there was no different from sending him to his death.
Fixing his gaze on Liu Ling, Jia Jinzhu let out a mocking laugh. “Your Liu family is really going to send this Third Rank brat? And on top of that… your Liu family’s son-in-law?”
Liu Ling’s face darkened. He glanced in Liu Shijing’s direction and saw that she had yet to speak. Calmly, he said, “Isn’t it a little too early to decide who will win and who will lose?”
Behind the scenes, although Liu Shijing remained silent, seeing the brat charge into the arena made her clutch the hem of her skirt tightly. If anything unexpected happened, she would intervene immediately.
With an amused smile, Jia Tianba looked at Chu Feng. Tilting his head slightly, he ran a finger along the edge of his azure sword.
“Blades have no eyes, brat. Here, there are only two kinds of people….the ones standing and the ones lying on the ground. The only question is, which kind are you?”
Chu Feng replied evenly, “Which kind each of us is can only be determined by our skills.”
“Heh!”
Jia Tianba sneered and fixed his gaze on Chu Feng.
The entire venue fell silent.
“Begin!”
The moment the command was given, sword light burst forth.
Flashes of steel filled the air as razor-sharp sword qi carved crack after crack into the ground.
The battle between the two left the patriarchs and elders of both families watching with numb scalps.
One was a Third Rank cultivator, the other a Fourth Rank. Yet the intensity of their clash was such that anyone watching would have thought two Fifth Rank cultivators were dueling.
Gripping Little White in his hand, Chu Feng felt the pressure of his opponent’s sword intent. Ever since fusing his two sword intents, this was the first time he had encountered someone who could make him feel strained.
Suddenly, Chu Feng grasped his sword with both hands.
His sword intent erupted.
A streak of sword qi shot straight toward Jia Tianba.
Whoosh!
As the sword qi swept past, the shattered stones on the ground were instantly reduced to powder.
Jia Tianba felt every hair on his body stand on end. The sword intent behind this strike was terrifying. He forcibly twisted his body and narrowly dodged it. When he turned his head back, he saw that Chu Feng had already closed the distance.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Feng slashed down with his sword.
Jia Tianba had no time to draw his own blade. Instead, he gathered true qi into his arm and drove an elbow strike into Chu Feng’s body.
Yet Chu Feng did not budge in the slightest.
Relying entirely on the powerful physique he had forged among the demon race, he endured the blow head-on and continued his slash toward Jia Tianba’s neck.
Boom!
True qi exploded outward.
Jia Tianba’s body was sent flying instantly, hurtling nearly ten meters through the air before finally crashing into a massive boulder and coming to a stop.
“Good!!!”
The Liu family erupted into cheers.
Some of the elders even rose to their feet, their eyes filled with shock. This kid was only a Third Rank cultivator, yet he had actually forced Jia Tianba back!
“What!?”
Jia Jinzhu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Unlike the Liu family, he knew exactly how strong this disciple of the Myriad Saints Palace was. Jia Tianba possessed fighting power comparable to that of a Fifth Rank cultivator.
And yet he had been driven back by a mere Third Rank brat!?”
Jia Tianba propped himself up with his sword against the ground, kneeling on one knee as he coughed a few times. Fortunately, he had reacted in time at the last moment.
Chu Feng casually spun his sword in a flourish and looked at Jia Tianba with an indifferent gaze.
“So this is all you’ve got.”
At those words, a defiant glint flashed through Jia Tianba’s eyes as he raised his sword once more. “It’s not over yet!”
Bang!
The stone paving suddenly shattered.
Chu Feng’s eyes turned cold. After his soul had merged with Sister Tiantian’s, his spiritual perception had become extraordinarily keen. Behind him!
Rather than meeting the attack head-on with his sword, he rolled to the side and thrust his blade straight toward his opponent’s heart, every strike aimed directly at a vital point.
The blade sliced through the air, and sword qi erupted outward.
As the ripples of sword qi spread, Jia Tianba held out for only a brief moment before the three foot longsword in his hand was knocked free and sent flying.
Boom!
Sword qi shot out in all directions toward Jia Tianba. Instantly, with him at the center, sword qi ravaged everything within nearly a hundred meters, reducing shattered stone and splintered wood to dust in the blink of an eye.
As the dust settled, the once-arrogant Jia Tianba was left in a miserable state. His clothes were torn to shreds, and a large piece of skin had peeled away from his face….yet no blood flowed from the wound.
Looking at the scene before him, Chu Feng slowly let out a breath. “So it really was you, Lin Ruo.”
“Heh, you still recognized me in the end.”
Lin Ruo peeled away the damaged human-skin mask from his face and let out a cold laugh.
Hidden among the crowd, the moment Liu Xueyao saw Lin Ruo, killing intent surged within her.
However, she understood that no matter what she did, she could never kill someone favored by the Heavenly Dao’s destiny. The only person who could likely kill Lin Ruo was her husband.
“Jia Jinzhu, you despicable bastard! This boy isn’t even a member of your Jia family!”
Liu Ling said darkly.
Jia Jinzhu let out a cold snort. “So what? That kid isn’t a member of your Liu family either!”
At this point, neither side had any grounds to criticize the other.
“Lin Ruo, you escaped last time, but that may not happen again.”
Without the slightest hesitation, once Chu Feng confirmed his opponent’s identity, sword intent erupted from within him, and the five-colored sword qi burst from his mouth once more.
Pouring all of his true qi into it, the five-colored sword qi radiated a dazzling brilliance.
Boom!
The sword qi shot forward.
Lin Ruo did not dare to be careless. The Qingfeng sword in the distance flew back into his hand as purple true qi gathered before his chest, turning the three-foot green blade completely violet.
Whoosh!
The violet sword transformed into a venomous serpent and lunged forward.
Boom!
The instant the two attacks collided, a terrifying surge of sword intent erupted outward, its shockwave even reaching the inn and instantly shearing away a third of the building.
Crack—crack—
Cracks began spreading across the body of the purple serpent.
Then—
Bang!
The purple serpent shattered, and the five-colored sword qi surged straight toward Lin Ruo.
Buzz—buzz—
A brilliant golden light burst from Lin Ruo’s chest. It was a high-grade protective treasure.
Boom!
Even with a high-grade protective treasure, the instant it came into contact with the five-colored sword qi, Lin Ruo’s chest visibly caved in by several degrees, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just as the high-grade protective treasure was about to give way—
“Stop!”
A furious shout filled with overwhelming pressure rang out as an old man appeared before Lin Ruo and threw out a powerful punch.
Bang!
The five-colored sword qi shattered. Not only that, space itself collapsed. Judging by the force behind it, the old man intended to kill Chu Feng with that single punch.
At that moment, a graceful figure in green silently appeared before Chu Feng. Facing the terrifying punch, she struck out with a palm.
One punch and one palm met, and both were annihilated upon impact.
After all, the area was filled with members of the Liu and Jia families. If the two of them truly fought with all their strength, everyone present would be wiped out.
Seeing this, Chu Feng felt an intense sense of frustration. Once again, someone had stepped in to interfere. Was Lin Ruo some unkillable cockroach?
The five-colored sword qi had also been destroyed. Nurturing another strand of five-colored sword qi would require a considerable amount of time.
Moreover, the aura emanating from this old man was identical to that of Venerable Kuhai from some time ago. It seemed he was an eighth-rank cultivator as well.
At that moment, a cool, delicate hand suddenly clasped his tightly. Looking up, Chu Feng saw Liu Shijing gazing at him with a calm expression. In a gentle voice, she said, “Don’t worry, brat. As long as I’m here, everything will be fine.”
Chu Feng said nothing. He merely tightened his grip around her soft hand. In the end, his strength was still too weak. That was why so many people were able to stop him from killing Lin Ruo.
Liu Shijing fixed Jia Xuan with an icy stare, her beautiful eyes cold and sharp as she said, “Jia Xuan, you are the Jia family’s patriarch, yet today you attacked a junior. Do you feel no shame?!”
“Hehe, Elder Liu, those words are unfair. A sparring match should stop at the appropriate point.”
“Is that so? Don’t think I couldn’t see what happened just now. That punch of yours was hardly meant to stop at the appropriate point. It looked more like an attempt to exterminate him outright.”
Faced with Liu Shijing’s relentless pressure, Jia Xuan no longer bothered to hide his intentions and spoke frankly:
“Elder Liu, this child is a disciple of the Myriad Saints Palace. If he were to die, it would bring trouble for both of us. I imagine that even the Yaochi Holy Land would not wish to become enemies with the Myriad Saints Palace.”
When facing Liu Shijing, Jia Xuan showed not the slightest fear, even though she held another status as well. An elder of the Yaochi Holy Land.
Why should he fear her? The Jia family stood backed by the Myriad Saints Palace. What was the Yaochi Holy Land to them?
“I can take that as a threat against the Yaochi Holy Land, can’t I?”
Liu Shijing narrowed her eyes and spoke coldly.
“Hehe, Elder Liu, your words give this old man far too much credit. How would I dare threaten the Yaochi Holy Land? At most, it is merely a warning.”
Jia Xuan was an eighth-rank cultivator at the middle stage, a high-level expert. Though it appeared to be only a single minor realm of difference, the gap in strength was in fact enormous.
“Oh? A warning to the Yaochi Holy Land? And you think someone as insignificant as a middle-stage eighth-rank cultivator is qualified to do that?”
Another ethereal voice rang out. At some unknown point, countless flower petals had begun drifting through the air.
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