Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 111 Slaughtering Prodigies, the Roc King Attacks

In the fourth year of Yongxi reign of the Da Yong dynasty, in the twelfth month of winter.

There are only five days left until the New Year.

Longzhou Prefecture City, Longcheng, is located in the center of the Zhuyin Plateau. Five hundred years ago, it was just a wasteland. Five hundred years ago, the corpse of a demon that could be called a saint fell here, stretching for thousands of miles along the mountain range, with Longcheng located at the center of its encirclement.

Today, the people here have forgotten what happened five hundred years ago.

At dawn, on the platform of life and death, the wind howled and the snow fell softly.

All the experts who heard the news were waiting in the distance for this highly anticipated battle.

All eyes were fixed on the stands, and the first heart-stopping moment was when Xu Zunyi, the peak master of Yaori Peak, made his appearance.

The arrival of this peak master demonstrates the importance of this duel.

This arena of life and death is where countless martial arts masters have made their names. If someone has a strong desire to kill another person and it must be done publicly for some purpose, the arena of life and death is the best choice.

Once on the duel arena, the law can no longer bind you, nor can the rules of the martial world. Only the two sides in the duel can decide each other's fate.

Back then, this prodigy of Ziyang first rose to fame by killing Xiao Yu, the then-ruling swordsman, on the life-and-death stage.

However, in that duel, the young man in purple robes was all alone, without any elders to protect him, yet he still managed to dethrone this martial arts senior from his pedestal.

With a sword named "Dongjun," he severed the ten fingers of this martial arts master, but spared his life.

Just one month later, this renowned martial arts master, known for his benevolence, was assassinated at his doorstep by his enemies, leaving only a young child alive.

Countless words came like snowflakes, and with boundless compassion, Yao Rifeng of the Ziyang Sect took in the child and placed him in the outer sect.

That's already an immense act of mercy.

After all, Jian Yue was defeated on the arena, and his opponent spared his life. He was killed by his enemies because he was not skilled enough. Afterwards, the Ziyang Sect's Yao Ri Peak even took in his young son, which was truly a great favor from Heaven.

This discussion did not last long, because soon this prodigy beheaded Li Ban, the evil master of the demonic sect who caused the Demon Suppression Division a great deal of trouble, with a single sword strike.

From that point on, all doubts were shattered.

From then on, whenever he stepped onto the battlefield, the sound of his sword would either cut off his opponent's ten fingers or behead him on the spot.

These opponents include both good people and bad thieves.

However, as a saint atop the nine peaks of Ziyang, he viewed good and evil as completely equal, and all people and things were judged equally under this sword.

Countless victories have built an invincible myth, forming a dazzling halo of unparalleled power.

However, he used to be the challenger, but now time has turned and he has become the one being challenged.

Who will emerge victorious?!

I am extremely eager and desperate to know the answer!

I want to witness the prowess of this sword prodigy!

I want to see if there's a miracle that can shatter this myth!

Just as the curious onlookers were getting impatient, an incredibly powerful aura, so strong it was almost oppressive, approached at an alarming speed. At first, it sounded like distant thunder in spring rain, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to surround them, so powerful that all the weaker beings trembled in fear.

Looking up, a blazing sun, shimmering with wind and thunder, swiftly descended from Ziyang Mountain and landed on the platform.

A powerful aura swirled around it.

The sword intent surged forth.

Everyone present strained their eyes to look up at the figure, but no matter what they did, they could not make out its true face.

"Gu Canghai of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, their face filled with horror.

It was too powerful; its swirling, intense aura completely blocked the transmission of light, leaving only a distorted afterimage.

In addition, a large number of Ziyang Sect disciples entered the venue.

Ji Guangyuan was no exception; at this moment, he was searching for that white figure.

She could not be found at all.

Even Song Shen, who was supposed to come for the duel, was nowhere to be seen.

This made him deeply suspicious. Could it be that the two adulterers had eloped in collusion, and that this unknown servant genius had abandoned the duel and run away?

The arrival of a figure shattered his sordid doubts and caused the crowd to erupt in excitement once again.

"That is—Lord Jade Sword, Chu Tianshu!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

This powerful figure made a much more straightforward entrance. There was no swirling aura obscuring his vision around him. His magnificent robe, adorned with golden emblems of the sun and moon, stood tall in the snow like a mountain peak.

Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu has become synonymous with the guardian deity of Longzhou. He alone is a towering mountain, a symbol of power.

Chu Tianshu's appearance directly elevated the nature of this duel.

In the past, the rumors of Song Shen slaying the demon general and the demon lord were considered a case of false military intelligence, but now their authenticity has been elevated to a new level.

Feng Jianqiu stood on the stage, having waited for a long time, and was getting impatient.

Could it be that this person has already run away?

The thought had barely formed when a figure in white appeared slowly from afar, ascending the stage step by step.

Only then did everyone present witness for the first time that this suddenly appearing "duel was late—"

Chu Zhao and many other experts were speechless.

Nearby, Xiao Pingzhe was sweating profusely.

Could I have gotten myself into a huge mess? Could that jar of wine from last night have caused this trouble?

But looking at Song Shen's current state, he seemed to be perfectly fine.

hope so.

Just as he was thinking this, Song Shen ascended the high platform and faced this formidable opponent.

White robes, black sword.

The man's appearance instantly drew everyone's attention.

Although they have become mortal enemies in the eyes of the public, this is the first time they have met.

You're late.

Feng Jianqiu's exceptionally handsome face was solemn.

Xu Zunyi on the stage concentrated all his sensory power on this person, yet he inexplicably felt a sense of bewilderment at not being able to see through him completely.

The white-robed demon slayer before them possessed an aura as deep and mysterious as the misty waters beneath an abyss, making it impossible to discern what secrets he might be hiding.

The art of concealing one's breath?

Xu Zunyi frowned and transmitted his voice with his inner energy: "Master, what is this person's strength? I can't see through him."

"That's precisely why you shouldn't be able to see through it."

Song Shen raised his eyes and slowly looked towards the stands, only to see the Peak Master of Yao Ri Peak, whose purple sun blazed like a raging fire, looking utterly horrified.

"You—" Xu Zunyi's expression changed drastically. How could his opponent hear him using a telepathic technique at such close range?

Insidious and cunning, harboring evil intentions, deliberately creating confusion, and deliberately mystifying.

This is very much in line with the child's usual behavior and habits.

"That's right, I'm talking about you."

Song Shen looked up at Xu Zunyi, the peak master of Yaori Peak, on the stands, and this time he told his opponent the correct answer with absolute certainty.

Those present were all in uproar.

That's insane!!!

That's incredibly arrogant!

For so many years, no one has dared to treat the people of the Ziyang Sect like this.

Who is Xu Zunyi? He is the Sun-Rising Sword Master, a powerful swordsman who has been famous in the martial arts world for countless years, and the chief disciple of Gu Canghai of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect.

Powerful, noble, and aloof are not enough to describe the special nature of his status.

Now, someone's words are like knives, piercing his face directly, not just a direct slap across the face of the high and mighty Ziyang Sect.

"If it weren't for today's special circumstances, I would have beheaded you right now!"

Xu Zunyi's tone was as cold as ice in the North Sea.

"Song Shen! You are doomed to die today!"

"Still so arrogant! You have no idea what power is!"

"How dare you desecrate the Ziyang Sect! Kneel down!"

The Ziyang Sect disciples in the stands were aggressive and hurled insults incessantly.

Xu Zunyi said again with murderous intent, "No matter what your identity is, no matter what your position is, your actions have committed a capital offense, and today is the day to end your life."

The other spectators present watched this scene in complete silence. The power of the Ziyang Sect was too terrifying. The hundreds of swords present were enough to slaughter the other sects in Longzhou. Who would dare to provoke them?

They could easily be killed!

Song Shen grinned, gazing at the Peak Master of Yaori Peak: "For so many years, you have taken whatever you wanted, acting as the leaders of the righteous path, yet you are actually numb and aloof. Let me speak a word of justice for these pitiful fellows who dare not speak out! Ignorant, complacent, arrogant, self-righteous, and deceiving yourselves—this is the clownish appearance of your Yaori Peak lineage of the Ziyang Sect. This Demon Exterminator alone is enough to confront your pair of master and disciple who rely on their seniority and bully others."

Everyone present was in uproar.

There's a vague sense of exhilaration.

Yes, that's right, without a doubt.

Many years have passed, and the Ziyang Sect, perched atop Ziyang Peak, has monopolized countless assets, Daoist scriptures, and resources. Behind this massive accumulation of wealth lies the blood, sweat, and toil of the people below the mountain, whom they regarded as mere straw dogs.

They enjoy boundless respect and serve as the dream of countless young people.

Amidst the reverence of the masses, his feet left the ground, and he grew further and further away from the world and the people.

The arrogant members of the Ziyang Sect, apart from those facing the powerful imperial authority and holy lands, disdain to associate with other sects in the martial arts world and regard the common people as mere pawns.

They steal fame in the name of seeking the Tao, plunder resources with the power of the strong, and oppress the weak with their millennia-old authority.

It's already rotten!

They were angry but dared not speak out, feared punishment, and kept it hidden in their hearts. Now, finally someone has spoken out, and it feels like a fishbone that has been stuck in their throat for ten years has been removed all at once, bringing them a sense of relief.

In an instant, everyone's gaze towards the numerous disciples of the Ziyang Sect changed.

Chu Zhao looked at the other three Star Jade Seals present in astonishment. Of course, there were a few others who had not yet arrived.

The main reason is that they themselves are from the Ziyang Sect. Although they are not from the Yaori Peak lineage, it is still best not to show up in this kind of situation.

"This Song Shen—"

Mu Qingcheng said in a low voice, "This kid is very powerful. He knows how to use words as swords to severely damage his opponent's spirit."

Chu Tianshu remained silent in thought, while Chu Zhao asked, "My lord, do you think—is Song Shen a match for Feng Jianqiu?"

There was no other way, because even he felt that Feng Jianqiu was extremely terrifying and difficult to deal with.

"An opponent?" Chu Tianshu's expression was strange. "Didn't any of you see the aura surrounding that Ziyang Sect kid?"

"What kind of aura is that?" Everyone stared in disbelief, straining their eyes to see, but they couldn't see anything.

"The aura of death! That kid is not far from being annihilated, body and soul."

Meanwhile, Xu Zunyi, standing on the stage, had a drastic change in expression, suddenly realizing that his Yao Ri Peak lineage had become the target of everyone's criticism.

Why are all these people so dissatisfied with themselves?

It must be this scoundrel who is spreading rumors and slander, deliberately making false accusations!

On the stage, Feng Jianqiu was facing this situation for the first time. As a genius swordsman who had been famous for many years, he only knew that swords could kill people, but he did not know that words and writings could also destroy the heart.

Now that everyone is watching, if we don't say something, wouldn't that be confirming what Song Shen said?

"You first harmed the immortal seedlings and guiding elders of my Ziyang Sect, then killed the true disciples of my Yaori Peak, and provoked us with a challenge, desecrating the dignity of my Ziyang Sect. Your crimes are too numerous to record even in the bamboo of Jing and Yue. Are you still spreading heresies and refusing to submit to the law?"

Clap clap clap, Song Shen clapped his hands in time.

"What a blatant attempt to turn the tables! At Flying Dragon Mountain, I, the Demon Exterminator, single-handedly fought against two great demons, and Xiao Pingzhe, in his purple robes, faced the Centipede Monster alone. Yet your Ziyang Sect's Immortal Seedlings and Elders, for the sake of a precious herb, were willing to side with demons to oppose me, and were executed on the spot. Afterwards, you sent three true disciples to intercept me in Pingyang, only to be completely wiped out once again."

"They bully the weak and oppress others, yet they try to whitewash themselves, spouting righteous words while secretly treating the common people as fish on a chopping board. It is truly laughable."

These words not only morally condemned the Ziyang Sect, but also put everyone in a state of panic. Sometimes, certain words don't need solid evidence; they only need to be spoken loudly in an appropriate setting, and the people will believe them without hesitation.

Just like now, everyone's perspective on the Ziyang Sect is changing and reversing.

The former reverence and fear gradually turned into contempt.

There has always been a need for someone to speak out their true feelings in such settings.

Sensing this change, the many disciples of Yaori Peak on the stage began to look somewhat embarrassed. Were they really that bad?

These gazes then turned to Xu Zunyi, making even the peak master feel a chill run down his spine.

What a sharp-tongued fellow!

This situation has taken a terrible turn. Even if Song Shen is beheaded in public now, he will be seen as a hero who dares to fight back by people in the martial arts world.

At this moment, Xu Zunyi couldn't help but steal a glance at his master. He saw that Gu Canghai of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect was calm and composed. Gu Canghai, who had not spoken until now, finally opened his mouth slowly.

Each word was accompanied by wind and thunder, like the sound of the Dao resounding and booming.

"It's good to see that you all have grievances, resentments, complaints, and complaints. No one can please everyone."

"I will no longer stand on ceremony today; let me tell you the truth!"

Sizzle—

Arcs of electricity flickered, swirling energy swirled, and mysterious winds intertwined.

As this Wind and Thunder Sword Sect member spoke, the trembling true meaning of the Great Dao swirled around him, seemingly indicating that even the will of Heaven was corroborating his words.

"My Ziyang Sect uses force to oppress others, its blades are unparalleled, and its iron fists silence all dissent. If the martial world believes that my Ziyang Sect should not exist, then let us overthrow it! Hmph! I have roamed the martial world for nearly two hundred years, fought the Golden-Winged Roc King for the sake of humanity, and slew the leader of the Demonic Sect. What have you done for humanity and for the world in your lives?"

In the silence, the figure whose true face could not be seen continued to roar with thunderous sound.

"It seems the world has gone to hell. The martial world is full of weaklings who only know how to resent the strong and blame fate. Have you ever reflected on whether you have worked hard enough or whether you are getting stronger? Don't forget, this is the martial world, a world of iron fists! Do I need to reason with you?"

Suddenly, all horses fell silent.

Indeed, it all boils down to the abuse of power. Over the years, despite countless grievances and resentments, there have been very few who dared to speak out.

They are few and far between, let alone challengers like Song Shen.

A sense of powerlessness arose; only swords and blades held sway.

There is no justice in the world today.

They had to sadly admit that, despite all their dissatisfaction and opinions, they had no choice but to submit to the tyranny of the Ziyang Sect.

At this moment, Song Shen's resounding and powerful words came.

"To describe shamelessness and bullying with such righteous indignation shows that your apathy has reached an incurable level. No amount of reasoning with you will be of any use."

Song Shen's face was solemn, and he said coldly, "Today, right here on this life-or-death stage, let this demon-slaying envoy use this swift weapon to teach you a shocking lesson, lest you willingly degenerate and fall into an abyss, utterly losing your millennia-old heritage!"

This enraged even Gu Canghai of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect. His thousand-year-old martial arts sect was now being threatened with a lesson.

The wind and thunder were boiling.

"Enough! Jianqiu! Kill him!"

The Autumn Wind Sword had been trembling in its scabbard for a long time. Upon hearing these words, it immediately shot out of its scabbard like lightning, tracing countless arcs.

"Let me see if your martial arts are as eloquent as your words! Eight Thousand Swords of the Sun!"

Without saying another word, Song Shen immediately raised his hand and unleashed a barrage of wind and thunder, drawing upon numerous celestial phenomena.

In an instant, dragons and tigers clashed amidst wind and thunder, and the aura of sword energy rose in a misty haze.

It felt as if thousands of lightning bolts were bombarding the sky!

The explosive roar of the air blocked out the sky and the sun. The spectators present felt as if their six senses had been severed and their seven orifices had been blocked. All they could see was the life-and-death arena, a tall and wide platform forged from the black iron of the polar seabed. Within a radius of several dozen feet, the qi was exploding, thunder and fire clashed, the light of the sunset was scattered, and heavy arcs of electricity rained down.

The sound of clothes being torn apart roared incessantly, and amidst the surging torrent of qi, a figure stumbled backward in a sorry state.

Those present quickly looked over and saw that the disheveled figure was none other than Feng Jianqiu!

How could this be?

That strong?!

Feng Jianqiu's face was filled with shock. Just now, he had used his sword "Dongjun" to launch a preemptive attack on the signature move of the "Ziyang Sword Manual," the Three Thousand Swords of the Sun. Who knew that his opponent's blade would retaliate with an even more terrifying offensive, showing no sign of retreating!

Feel the heavy, resounding roar of the finger bones, wrist bones, ulna, radius, and humerus.

They felt the intense, almost screaming surge of their inner energy and blood essence.

After just one round, it's already clear that this person is no ordinary opponent.

"Fallen to the sun! Burn with your lives!!"

Feng Jianqiu's Dongjun Sword blazed with intense light like a blazing sun, and boundless power of heaven and earth poured straight down from the open Heavenly Gate, making Feng Jianqiu's whole body feel as if it were in a terrifying vortex. The great sun wheel seal between his eyebrows shone brightly.

"You're strong! But so what? I am still the number one prodigy in the world! Die by my sword!!!"

Rumble!!

Void tremor!

A surge of powerful energy erupted from the Golden Core stage!

Song Shenning stood still and immediately unleashed the full power of the Myriad Manifestations Golden Elixir!

At the same time, the Primordial Limitless Myriad Forms Undying Body, which had been painstakingly honed over hundreds of years, was activated at full speed. Immediately afterwards, the Golden Core Qi circulated throughout his body, and the True Meanings of Wind, Thunder, and Fire followed him like a shadow.

Then, he gripped the demonic blade, from which smoke billowed, tightly in his large hand.

"Very good, now you have the chance to see forty percent of my strength."

Whoosh! ! !

Man and sword become one!

The figure vanished from the spot in an instant, and a white, billowing shockwave exploded in the air, the sound of which was like thunder!

In an instant, swords clashed, and on this life-or-death platform forged from an entire mountain of black iron, the boundless sword energy and blade aura carved out numerous shocking and terrifying marks.

As Song Shen got into the killing frenzy, his entire body was engulfed in golden energy, which burned like flames.

"Not bad, not bad at all, your reputation as a prodigy is well-deserved!! Try to unleash all the essence of your swordsmanship! I will burn you to ashes in death!!"

"Arrogant! Let me show you our sect's ultimate technique, the Sky-Splitting Sun-Chasing Sword!!"

At this moment, the Purple Sun Prodigy was like a sword upon him, the air distorted by the scorching heat of the great purple sun. A finite life was wielding boundless sword intent, carrying with it the wind, thunder, water, and fire of heaven and earth. Every sword strike burst forth with unparalleled sword light.

Song Shen, meanwhile, was surrounded by sword energy, his True Intent Blade cutting through everything in its path. His perfected Wind God Nine Illusions Body Technique soared in all directions amidst boundless sword intent, moving with effortless ease.

Xi Jinping transformed into wisps of black divine smoke that swirled endlessly. Feng Jianqiu's brow was adorned with the Great Sun Wheel Seal, which burned as brightly as the purple sun in the heavens. His meridians lit up on his body, and in the blink of an eye, sword energy swirled and sword intent surged, transforming into purple armor that enveloped his entire body, instantly transforming him into a magnificent and blazing Purple Sun Sword Immortal.

With a wave of his hand, sword energy swirled around him, and countless layers of fierce rain followed him like a shadow. His speed reached its limit, and he became one with the sword.

The sword energy chases the sun, piercing through clouds and splitting rocks!

Xu Zunyi whispered, "Master, when did Jian Qiu master the Purple Extreme Blazing Sun True Body? If he combines it with the Sky-Splitting Sun-Chasing Sword, he should be able to defeat this kid, right?"

Gu Canghai did not give a serious answer.

The master and disciple, having seen through the fog of qi, gazed at the center of the battlefield where thunder and fire raged, and lightning rained down.

Xu Zunyi asked in astonishment, "Does Master really think Jian Qiu will lose this battle?"

"That won't happen." Gu Canghai remained calm, as if nothing that happened before him could cause any further disturbance. "The Tribulation Sword that I left in his Great Sun Wheel Seal will have absolutely no chance of this boy withstanding my Triple Wind and Thunder True Tribulation once it is unleashed."

"Perfect! Jianqiu has never encountered a real setback before. This boy is the best whetstone to allow his swordsmanship and Taoist arts to be thoroughly tempered."

"It's still not enough! It's still not enough!!"

A surge of energy erupted behind Song Shen, and the golden blade aura seemed to see through all attacks, deflecting all killing techniques.

Tianmu Star is burning brightly like the sun, allowing Song Shen's ability to see through everything to reach a new level.

At the center of boundless sword intent, Song Shen's demonic sword Judgment slashed down, instantly shattering the sword intent and disintegrating the armor.

Its overwhelming power was reduced to dust.

The purple figure stumbled backward again, looking disheveled.

"How could this happen—"

"This shouldn't be happening!!"

Feng Jianqiu's longsword was pointing at Song Shen incredulously. The most terrifying thing was not the knife marks on his ribs, shoulders, and face, but that the Sky-Splitting Sun-Chasing Sword Intent, which he had painstakingly gathered and which was surrounded by wind and thunder and intertwined with water and fire, was actually collapsing!

Why is this happening?!

I have never encountered anything so terrible!

The gale roared.

The sound of a sword slashing shattered eardrums!

Secret Technique: Wind and Thunder Slash!

Song Shen, sword and all, shot through the air.

There's no room for self-pity!

"As your grandmaster said! This is a world of might makes right. Bear the true iron fist!!"

The whistling blade energy rained down like a storm, and for the first time in his life, Feng Jianqiu felt powerless.

No, no, this can't be done!

I am the chosen one!

Feng Jianqiu, convinced of this idea, recalled every detail of his lifelong sword practice. From the very beginning, he believed that he would never be defeated by anyone in his life.

Not now!

"Ultimate sublimation, the blazing purple sun! Rifting through the sky to chase the sun! The great sun scorches the heavens!"

At that moment, he was like a fireball, soaring into the sky against the odds.

Absolutely, absolutely cannot tolerate failure!

Especially under the watchful eyes of everyone, how will the world's voices comment on the loser of this duel?

No, the heaviest burden was on the masters, grandmasters, and all the fellow disciples in the stands, who were all yearning for this victory. He absolutely could not let them down. He carried the hopes of the sect's continued existence for a hundred years, and bore the mission of pushing the limits of human martial arts. He was also blessed by the divine mandate bestowed upon him by the two great diviners, Lian Shan and Guicang.

"No!! I will not lose! No one can defeat me!!!"

Ten thousand sword beams shot out together. Feng Jianqiu swung his sword ruthlessly like a madman, a hundred times, ten thousand times, a million times. His sword, Dongjun, was swung with the roar of the Great Dao. The brilliant sword light became materialized under the condensation of the purple sun and the Gang Liu, illuminating all directions like burning mountains and boiling seas.

Boom boom boom boom!

Sword energy, saber aura, sword intent, saber intent, accompanied by a surging torrent of golden core energy, spread in all directions, exploding in succession in the air within a radius of a hundred meters, and continuing to spread and diffuse. The railings of the stands shattered with a deafening roar, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, and even the snowflakes falling from the sky turned into water droplets that scattered and burst forth.

Feng Jianqiu had never swung his sword like this before, nor had he ever unleashed such a move or such intensity of attack.

This unwavering belief, this sense of mission that carries everything, will lead him to break through the encirclement!

A cold voice shattered this final illusion.

"You're wrong. I will not only crush you completely, but I will also make you die like a dog."

In their field of vision, Song Shen, enveloped in boundless sword energy, rolled down, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Are you done for?! Get fired up! Keep up with my pace!"

"??!"

Feng Jianqiu had already raised his sword intent to the limit, but his opponent responded to all his attacks with almost no fluctuation, like a mountain. Every time his attack surged, his opponent's blade energy would become stronger. Every time his movement speed increased, his opponent would always follow him like a shadow.

Was he toying with me?

"Burn! I can still burn! Burn my life! Purple Extreme True Blood!"

"I cannot lose! I must fight! I must keep fighting! I absolutely cannot fail!"

Burning with light, the swordsman, like a moth drawn to a flame, once again charged at his opponent. This unwavering determination broke through his limits, unlocking a new level of swordsmanship he had never experienced before.

"Is this... my overlimit state?"

Feng Jianqiu seemed to have regained his power, his inexhaustible true energy blazing fiercely, and countless sword beams intertwined and swirled in the air like swimming fish.

In the stands, Xu Zunyi was suddenly shocked. "Jian Qiu has surpassed the limit! This is another layer of true meaning of the Purple Extreme Sword Intent!"

Gu Canghai of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect stroked his beard and smiled, "I knew it. Jianqiu's comprehension is almost limitless. As long as you put pressure on him, he..."

He's been able to keep moving forward and growing. In the past, he'd only been sparring with nobodies, so naturally, he felt no pressure. Although his progress might seem miraculous to ordinary people, for him, his potential was still not fully realized. Jianqiu, this kid, will definitely win this battle—hmm?

Within that magnificent purple sword intent, a single sword slash descended, unleashing a torrent of swords that surged down, vast and boundless, like an endless ocean of sword energy, pouring down upon Song Shen's head.

However, Song Shen's figure began to burn fiercely.

"Breakthrough Army! Activate!"

"Wuqu! Activate!"

"Greedy Wolf, open!"

"Left and Right Assistants! Open!"

Instantly, countless golden rays enveloped him. Song Shen reveled in this exhilarating feeling of breaking limits, feeling utterly refreshed and wanting nothing more than to split mountains and unleash devastating forces.

"Your Ziyang Sect often says that sages are ruthless, but I possess a kind of benevolence. You truly deserve the title of a prodigy! I would call you the number one prodigy I have ever encountered! For this, I will reveal half of my strength to you. Now, enjoy this feast!"

Like a fountain bursting forth from the spot, a fusion of thunder, fire, and wind, Song Shen vanished as he soared upwards, amidst the explosion of countless sword beams and fierce rain swirling in the air.

Stay where you are.

Man and sword become one!

With a single slash, wind and thunder roared!

Feng Jianqiu is coughing up blood!

He swung his sword with all his might to resist the ferocious blade technique that was faster than lightning. His inner energy was depleting, his essence and blood were depleting, and everything was drying up.

A terrifying roar echoed in my ears.

"Your sword is trembling!"

Are you afraid of defeat?

Are you afraid of losing your reputation?

Are you afraid of looking foolish?

The roar of the blade's energy cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Look me in the eye, you little brat!"

Sword heart was cracking open, spirit was crumbling, sword intent was extinguishing, and the purple sun was losing its light.

Each sword strike felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. He could no longer wield the sword. Was he really going to fail?

They will be doomed to eternal damnation, never to be reborn!

"Feng Jianqiu—is about to lose!!!"

Just when everyone realized that Feng Jianqiu was like a small boat in Song Shen's torrential rain of sword energy, a sudden change occurred!

The great sun wheel seal between his eyebrows suddenly burst open with a crack!

brush!!!!

A sudden burst of intertwined wind and thunderous fury erupted, sweeping in with an unstoppable and indelible aura!

"How could this happen?!"

Those present were completely dumbfounded.

Such terrifying sword intent could not have been unleashed by Feng Jianqiu. In the blink of an eye, the sword intent attacked and arrived three feet away from Song Shen.

A deafening explosion erupted, unleashing a storm of wind and thunder, truly as if a heavenly tribulation had descended.

The iron base of the Life and Death Platform was burning and melting, and wisps of gaseous metal began to emerge. The situation was extremely terrifying, making people feel as if they were in hell, and they couldn't help but tremble with fear. They were like prisoners waiting to be beheaded on the execution ground, about to face the most terrible judgment.

"This...this is the method of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect!!!"

Everyone gasped in surprise immediately.

On the other side, the members of the Demon Suppression Division were also greatly surprised, and Chu Zhao almost threw his sword away.

"You despicable old thief!!!"

"My lord, it's time to make a move!!"

Chu Tianshu remained calm and unmoved.

"Don't rush, this duel isn't over yet."

But amidst the wind and thunder tribulation, another tribulation force surged into the sky, and Song Shen's disheveled figure instantly broke through the air and fought his way out.

"Die!!!"

While Feng Jianqiu was still in a daze, a blade of light slashed toward his throat with an unstoppable and terrifying speed.

"Dare you!!!"

The old sword master finally flew into a rage. The swirling qi around his body completely dissipated, and layers of sword qi, intertwined with wind and thunder, rose up and shot towards Song Shen in the arena.

The moment Gu Canghai of the Wind and Thunder Sword Sect made his move, the entire sky above the Life and Death Arena was pierced by a sword light that cleaved the heavens.

The sword light did not originate from his hand, but rather flowed naturally from the aura surrounding him, as if the entire world was responding to his will.

The title "Wind and Thunder Sword Sect" is far more than just a name—he is the one who has etched calamity into the very bones of his sword.

Only then did Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu finally make his move.

A similarly powerful and sharp sword aura swept across the side of the stands, intercepting Gu Canghai's sword energy in mid-air with even greater speed and a more cunning angle. The moment the two forces collided, the entire iron base of the Life and Death Arena sank an inch. Wind and thunder shattered, purple energy dissipated, and two lingering scorch marks remained in the air, like two torn wounds.

"Old man, the duel isn't over yet, and you're already making your move? Get out of my way!!!"

Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu appeared at the edge of the stands, the great banner of the Sun and Moon Golden Seal fluttering in the wind.

His sword was not drawn, but his sword energy had already locked down every inch of space within three feet of Gu Canghai.

Just then, a blood-curdling scream finally erupted from the arena.

"Jianqiu!! Jianqiu!! I'll kill you!!!!"

Xu Zunyi's powerful sword intent was ultimately a step too slow, and he could only watch helplessly as the sect's holy son, the peerless genius Feng Jianqiu, had his head sent flying like a ball.

At this moment, his anger was beyond what his body could bear. With a wave of his hand, the great swordsman unleashed layers of sword energy, intertwined with the purple aura of the great sun and a cry of the true meaning of wind and thunder honed through arduous practice.

The Golden Core is roaring!!

Countless sounds of collision rang out as Song Shen plunged into the sword net, fighting fiercely until the sky darkened and his opponent's sword created powerful ripples.

"The Ziyang Sect has broken the rules and acted without authorization; they deserve to be executed!!!"

Behind him, a huge starry white figure vanished from the spot, and then exploded and rained down from the sky, completely enveloping Xu Zunyi.

"roar!!!!"

At this moment, Gu Canghai's eyes were bloodshot, and his entire body turned into nothingness. Amidst the intertwining of Dao intent, he transformed into a raging torrent of wind and thunder and charged towards Song Shen.

"Old man, you're too old to protect your disciples and followers who run rampant and commit evil!"

The jade sword shot out through the air, and Chu Tianshu raised his palm and struck the hilt. Instantly, a surge of energy erupted, and layers of water, fire, and thunder transformed into an intertwined calamity that shot towards the figure in the air.

Swords burst forth, scattering brilliant sword light like a nebula explosion. In an instant, the terrifying aftershocks of the clash of the Great Daos forced everyone present to feel a terrifying urge to submit.

The raging torrents of wind and thunder instantly subsided, and the ancient sea finally revealed its true form.

The man was old, upright, and tall, with a high nose and deep-set eyes. His hooked nose was extremely sharp, and his narrow eyes, which were no longer sharp, were now filled with murderous intent.

A greatsword hummed and spun endlessly in the air.

"I knew you would make a move, Gu Canghai. In fact, I have already shown mercy. Otherwise, your crime of attacking the white-robed officials of my Demon Suppression Division without authorization would have been enough to punish you severely. Don't be disrespectful in your old age and ruin your reputation in your later years!"

His powerful words left everyone present utterly stunned.

Who was Gu Canghai?

But now, Yu Jianhou's words are no different from those he would use to treat a prisoner.

"What do you mean! Where were you when I fought the Golden-Winged Roc King?! My Ziyang Sect has rendered meritorious service to the human race!"

Gu Canghai roared furiously, his aura surged again, and the calamity clouds reappeared.

Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu coldly said, "Back then, when Dapeng was slaughtering civilians everywhere, you didn't lift a finger. Only when this demon attacked Ziyang Peak did you and Fan Laodeng draw your swords. This sword was for the survival of your Ziyang Sect and for your own lives. What does it have to do with the human race! Clinging to some non-existent merits is not enough to offset your despicable and shameless behavior."

Chu Tianshu's eyes flashed like lightning as he coldly stared at Gu Canghai. "If you really want to make a move, why should I fear you? You old thief! Even if you were in your prime, I would still cut you down with a single sword strike. Not to mention your current state, when you are decaying and still barking wildly, only adding to the ridicule!"

The disciples of Yaori Peak around them were horrified. In the arena, Xu Zunyi was in a terrible state, covered in blood.

If the people from the Demon Suppression Division hadn't stopped, he would have been beaten to death.

Meanwhile, Gu Canghai is about to engage in a decisive battle with Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu. If the war breaks out, Yaori Peak may be destroyed.

"Very well!" Gu Canghai's entire body blazed with boundless sword intent. "Although I am old, my sword intent has never waned. Today, I will not consider grudges or the law! Based solely on your arrogant words, I will fight you to the death!!"

The next second, a cold voice descended from the sky.

"Uncle-Master, you may step back now."

The moment this voice appeared, everyone present was taken aback.

As a dark, sword-like dragon slowly descended, a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire area.

Xuanlong Sword Sect Master, the leader of the Ziyang Sect who always called himself the True Dragon of Swords, finally arrived at the scene.

Everyone knows that Xiang Xuan is over seventy years old, but he looks like he is only in his thirties. He is handsome, dashing, and has a charming demeanor, like a fine young gentleman.

Once this Xuanlong Sword Sect member appeared, Gu Canghai immediately backed down.

Although he was his senior uncle, his attitude towards Xiang Xuan was completely different from his attitude towards Feng Jianqiu.

This is a kind of fear and apprehension towards the strong.

Xiang Xuan glanced at the corpse on the stage and said calmly, "It's a pity, lamentable, and pitiful, but Uncle Gu doesn't need to be too sorrowful for this boy. He was outmatched and killed on the stage; he's no different from the others he's killed in the past!"

"But this is the culmination of my life's work—"

At this moment, Gu Canghai revealed a deep sorrow and helplessness, as if he had lost his grandson in his old age.

Xiang Xuan remained completely calm.

"This is the life of a swordsman. With each person killed, one carries a burden of hatred. Jianqiu has enjoyed enough glory and fame in the past, and now he dies in battle. What is there to be sad about! Uncle is too obsessed with this. Even if Jianqiu grows up healthy, he will never surpass you."

"Sigh! Song Shen!!"

Gu Canghai roared angrily.

Song Shen stared at the sword master and said, "I know you want to kill me."

Gu Canghai said fiercely, "I wish I could tear him to pieces!"

Song Shen nodded and said, "But you dare not. You were just talking about how might makes right and iron fists negate all talk, but now, under the supreme sword, you dare not refute or draw your sword. It is clear that your so-called strongman's demeanor is nothing but bullying the weak and abusing your power. Do you even deserve to be called a sword sect member?"

Even now, Chu Tianshu was still in shock.

Xiang Xuan of the Xuanlong Sword Sect also showed surprise in his eyes.

"Oh? What do you intend to do?"

Gu Canghai roared bloodthirstyly, "Fine, fine! Whether I am considered a member of the Sword Sect or not is none of your business! Who do you think you are?"

"West? If Chu Tianshu hadn't stopped me, I could have beheaded you with a single sword strike!"

Song Shen coldly said, "When the weak are enraged, they draw their swords against the weak; when the strong are enraged, they swing their swords against the stronger. Without a doubt, you are merely a weakling, and now I will raise my sword against you! Gu Canghai! Do you dare accept my challenge?"

The crowd erupted in uproar again. "Do you even know what you're saying?"

Chu Tianshu smiled wryly, realizing that even he was helpless this time.

If he were truly on the death row, he would absolutely not take the initiative to save his subordinates, nor would he save his own son.

"Of course I know." Song Shen nodded.

Xiang Xuan looked at him coldly, "It seems you've gotten too arrogant."

Gu Canghai roared, "Very well! Tell me, when shall we duel? I am willing to accept your challenge!"

Song Shen raised his sword in one hand, "Six months from now, right here, I will utterly destroy the name of your Sword Sect!"

Gu Canghai retorted defiantly, "What do I have to fear from you!"

Xiang Xuan withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the two madmen. "Brother Chu, you have insulted our late master. It seems this battle is inevitable."

Chu Tianshu laughed heartily: "Perfect! Let's settle everything!"

Just then, a dark, eerie cloud suddenly rose in the sky.

A deafening scream echoed through the sky.

A golden figure, obscuring the sky, appeared at Zhennanguan.

"It's that Golden-Winged Roc!"

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