Great Sword Master

Draw the Sword!

A piercing, explosive sound reverberated through the heavens and earth, a resounding clang that made everyone’s scalp tingle.

The third refinement of the Huntian Sword Energy erupted in an instant, without holding back. From the scabbard of Chen Feng's left hand, a dazzling, brilliant beam of light shot out, as though it could rival the sun in the sky.

The energy surged through the blade, and twelve sword shadows appeared in an instant, only to merge into one devastating, peerless sword light.

In the distance, there seemed to be a muffled sound, barely perceptible, which made everyone’s expression tighten, their hearts sinking in fear.

Windshadow Twelve Swords... Windshadow Deathstrike!

Ye Yunqi had intended to cripple Chen Feng with one strike, but Chen Feng had the same thought in mind.

To win—win thoroughly.

The boundless brilliance of the sword light swept through the void, shattering layers of air, leaving a trail of white emptiness in its wake, moving forward with unstoppable momentum, like a bamboo shoot breaking through the earth.

The terrifying force made Ye Yunqi’s face tighten in shock.

"Die!" Ye Yunqi roared, using all his strength in a strike—there was no turning back now.

His long knife carried an overwhelming force as it slashed down.

At the same time, Chen Feng's sword tore through the air and slashed toward him.

The clash of sword and blade came in an instant!

A deafening explosion rang out, the surrounding air being violently torn apart. In the next moment, the sword and blade both trembled as they struggled to withstand the overwhelming strength of the two combatants. Unable to bear it, they shattered.

The fragments of the blade and sword flew toward Ye Yunqi, each shard imbued with a terrifying force capable of cutting through anything.

The blood-red aura surrounding Ye Yunqi was immediately shattered by the flying fragments, and his body was struck directly. Despite his Tidal Bloodline—a powerful royal-grade bloodline that made his physique as strong as a beast of the same rank—he was unable to withstand the destructive force of the blade and sword fragments.

For a moment, Ye Yunqi’s body trembled violently, letting out a blood-curdling scream, and he was sent flying, his body falling like a ragdoll to the distance.

His body was battered and torn, blood flowing from every wound, his life hanging by a thread.

If it weren’t for his royal-grade bloodline and his strong constitution, which made his vitality resilient, he would have already been dead.

This scene stunned everyone present.

"A genius with the top-tier royal-grade Tidal Bloodline... defeated by a single blow?"

Everyone was shocked, unable to believe their eyes.

The contrast was too much.

They had all assumed that Chen Feng would be the one to lose.

But no one had ever expected that Ye Yunqi would lose, and so decisively, with just one strike.

"Disciple!" Mo Wusheng, still dazed from the shock, finally reacted, rushing to Ye Yunqi’s side. He immediately began to remove the sword and blade fragments embedded in Ye Yunqi’s body and began healing his wounds.

"Such a young age, and so ruthless…" Mo Wusheng's eyes narrowed as he turned to look at Chen Feng, his entire body exuding an aura of terrifying power, like a dark tide threatening to swallow everything. His eyes were deep and endless, as though they could devour Chen Feng.

Chen Feng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Mo Wusheng, are you looking for death?"

A cold and stern voice rang out, accompanied by a surge of sword intent that pierced the heavens. A beam of pure sword light cleaved the void in front of him, shining brilliantly, radiating extreme killing intent as it slashed toward Mo Wusheng.

In the instant the sword light struck, Mo Wusheng’s dark aura shattered like glass.

"Wang Yuandao, do you think I’m afraid of you?" Mo Wusheng howled in anger, his hair flying, his body engulfed in the black tide that surged forward. From it, a hundred-meter-wide black tidal palm formed, unleashing an immense, crushing force that slammed toward the peerless sword light.

With one palm strike, the void collapsed.

The terrifying aura made Chen Feng feel suffocated, his heart trembling in fear.

Fortunately, a faint aura of Wang Yuandao’s energy surrounded him, protecting him and keeping him from harm.

Is this the power of the Transcendent Realm? Chen Feng thought, shaken to his core.

In the next moment, the dark tidal palm collided with the peerless sword light. However, instead of an earth-shattering explosion, the sword light effortlessly sliced through the palm, splitting it apart.

Like a knife through butter, the sword light cleaved through the black tidal palm, continuing on toward Mo Wusheng.

A horrible, despairing scream echoed from within the black tide. Moments later, the tide dispersed, surging outward in all directions. A black streak of light shot from within it, fleeing at an astonishing speed.

"Defeated beneath my sword!"

Wang Yuandao glanced at the fleeing streak of black light, but he made no move to pursue.

If they were somewhere else, he might have struck down Mo Wusheng without hesitation, but here, in the Huntian Sect, it was not the right moment.

The dust settled.

Mo Wusheng and Ye Yunqi were nowhere to be seen, and only Chen Feng remained standing on the stage.

Wang Yuandao could not help but smile.

This disciple... the more I see of him, the more I am impressed.

"He's so strong..."

"This kid not only mastered the Huntian Energy, but he’s also refined it three times—unbelievable."

"Does this kid not have innate divine abilities?"

"Did you notice? This kid didn’t just refine the Huntian Energy three times—his energy seems to have a unique sharp edge to it…"

"Could he have trained in the Peak of the Peerless Sword?"

"No way, he’s only been here for three days..."

A cacophony of shocked voices filled the air, and Wang Yuandao took Chen Feng’s sword energy and swiftly left the Floating Martial Stage, returning to Peerless Sword Peak. News of this battle quickly spread throughout the Huntian Sect.

"Wang Yuandao actually took on such a disciple?"

"Could it be that this kid isn’t lacking in innate divine abilities, but that his abilities are hidden in a way that we can’t perceive?"

"It must be! Otherwise, how could a mere mortal body compete with divine powers?"

"Exactly. A mere mortal body could never master the Huntian Energy in just three days, refine it three times, and even begin to form the Huntian Sword Body. He must have some hidden divine ability, perhaps even a Saint-level power..."

The idea took root, and many of the sect members began to agree, unable to accept the possibility that a mere mortal body could outperform them.

"Yun Brother actually lost..."

"Impossible! This can't be true! Yun Brother is a genius with the Royal-level Divine Bloodline! How could he lose to that waste?"

"How could he possess a Saint-level divine ability?"

Yang Xue Ning stood frozen upon hearing the news. She was stunned, her mind nearly shattered.

"Chen Feng really is extraordinary. Even I misjudged him," Jin Hongdong said with a smile, his small, beady eyes gleaming. "I wonder what divine ability Chen Feng possesses. If we meet again, I’ll surely figure it out."

The core disciples of the Huntian Sect, who had entered alongside Chen Feng, were all dumbstruck upon hearing the news.

"Hidden Saint-level divine abilities... interesting, interesting. I wonder if he can be my opponent."

In the Great Yuan Peak, the leader of the Twelve Peaks, a towering, majestic figure sat cross-legged. His youthful, resolute face revealed a faint smile as he spoke to himself.

"Disciple, your true opponent should be the geniuses from the Three Palaces and Nine Halls."

A deep voice echoed through the air, resonating throughout the pavilion.

"Yes, Master. I, Xiao Xuanwu, will certainly be able to suppress the geniuses from the Three Palaces and Nine Halls, sweeping through everything," the giant youth respectfully replied.

"Train well. Strive to reach the Body Refining Stage Twelve Changes before the Dragon’s Secret Realm

Three Palaces and Nine Halls

"Hidden Saint-level divine ability... interesting..."

"So what? It’s nothing to worry about."

Peerless Sword Peak

"Master, even though we are both at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, your strength far surpasses Mo Wusheng's," Chen Feng said with deep admiration.

"Young Master, although the Master failed to merge with the Dao, his swordsmanship is far stronger than any Transcendent expert. Even Dao Integration experts wouldn’t dare challenge him," Yang Tao said, smiling from the side.

"Disciple, remember this: when competing with your peers, you can suppress them with your sword. And if any elders dare to intervene, I will protect you," Wang Yuandao said, his voice serious.

"Understood, Master." Chen Feng replied resolutely.

"Your sword shattered. With your energy, ordinary weapons cannot withstand your strength," Wang Yuandao continued, changing the subject. His right hand moved, and a cold light flashed like flowing water.

Chen Feng’s gaze was drawn to the gleaming light, feeling the overwhelming sharpness that made it nearly impossible to look directly at it.

"This sword is called Liushang. It’s crafted from a mixture of condensed cold iron and refined gold, measuring one meter and one centimeter long and weighing thirty-three jin. It is a mid-grade spirit weapon. It was my sword in my youth, and today I give it to you. It will be enough to bear your strength even in the Pulse Refining Realm, and if you reach the Qi Sea Realm, it will still be able to endure your power," Wang Yuandao said, handing the sword to Chen Feng.

"Young Master, the sword you used before was an ordinary weapon. Above ordinary weapons are Pseudo-Spirit Weapons, then there are Low-grade, Mid-grade, High-grade, Top-grade, and Royal-grade Spirit Weapons. After that come the Emperor-grade, God-grade, and finally, the Saint-grade weapons," Yang Tao explained, seeing Chen Feng's confusion.

"Thank you, Master, for the sword. I will use it to strike down all my enemies," Chen Feng said solemnly, accepting the sword with both hands.

"We sword cultivators spend our lives battling, but we must also maintain a calm heart," Wang Yuandao smiled. "Come, follow me. I will teach you the secret sword technique of Peerless Sword Peak, the Thirteen Strokes of the Peerless Sword."

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