This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Jiang Wei's pupils dilated suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Even Yan Changfeng, perched atop a distant mountain, couldn't help but frown and whisper:

"Impossible! How could a third-realm martial artist withstand eight blows and still be able to stand up?"

Yang Haotian, standing to the side, remained silent, his eyes showing not only surprise but also a thoughtful expression.

This young man is extraordinary.

Qingfeng straightened up and couldn't help but stretch.

laughed:

"Such formidable swordsmanship. In terms of martial arts alone, I am indeed no match for you."

This statement left Jiang Wei and the people around him completely bewildered.

If you can't beat them with martial arts, what can you use?

Jiang Wei tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

He raised his long sword high, and his powerful aura rose once more.

"Since eight cuts aren't enough... let's try one more..."

Seeing Jiang Wei rushing over, Qingfeng couldn't help but look at him with new respect.

Faced with such a sudden change, the opponent was able to calm down so quickly and even muster up more fighting spirit to continue the battle.

Such a person is destined to be extraordinary.

However, Qingfeng was no longer willing to dwell on it; he was still thinking about the meat stewing on the stove at home.

Just as Jiang Wei lunged forward, Qingfeng finally moved.

He stood still and simply gestured behind him.

A gentle breeze swept by, followed by the crisp sound of a longsword being drawn from its sheath.

"I'll borrow your sword..."

Accompanied by the sound of a sword being drawn in the breeze, Wang Jingshu's sword was drawn out of its sheath and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the breeze.

This scene completely shocked everyone present.

Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the distant mountain. Yan Changfeng's figure vanished instantly, rushing towards the center of the duel like an arrow released from a bow.

Yang Haotian, who followed closely behind, was filled with shock and muttered to himself:

"Four Realms? This kid is actually a Fourth Realm Grand Martial Master..."

That technique of conjuring a longsword out of thin air is something that no one in the world, except for a great martial arts master with true qi, could accomplish.

Yan Changfeng didn't believe his disciple could contend with a fourth-realm Grand Martial Master.

But at this moment, Jiang Wei, who had completely disregarded everything around him, had no idea about this, or rather, he no longer cared about it at all.

He only wanted to draw his sword again, to unleash that ninth strike, and to kill Qingfeng.

The longsword landed in his hand, and Qingfeng made a hand seal in front of his chest with his other hand, a golden light flashing in his eyes.

His inner power surged, and the longsword in his hand seemed to transform into a divine sword, radiating dazzling light.

Facing Jiang Wei, who had already disregarded life and death, Qingfeng remained calm, simply extending his longsword forward and gently swinging it out.

With just this one sword strike, all the snowflakes on the ground and in mid-air seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, merging into the sword light, cleaving through the sky, and instantly flying several meters away to arrive in front of Jiang Wei.

Before Jiang Wei could draw his sword, his body instinctively held the long sword upright in front of his chest to block the sword.

As expected, Jiang Wei's body was swept away by the powerful sword energy like a rag and shot backward.

His brocade robes had already been torn to shreds by the sword energy, and the long sword in his hand, which looked quite valuable, was also cracked with several fine lines.

Once the residual power of the sword had dissipated, the onlookers were already dumbfounded.

Young Master Wei, a top genius in Lijiang Prefecture and even the surrounding provinces, was actually defeated by an unknown youth with a single sword strike.

Jiang Wei lay on his back on the cold ground, his head slightly raised, gazing at the breeze not far away, his face filled with disbelief.

"Four Realms... He's actually at the Fourth Realm..."

These were Jiang Wei's last thoughts, after which his consciousness sank and he fainted.

At this moment, Yan Changfeng, who had come from a distant mountain peak, arrived with his voice before he did.

"How dare you harm my disciple! You're courting death..."

The loud shout rang in everyone's ears, and everyone's heart trembled violently. It felt as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing their heart, and even their breathing became difficult to maintain.

Qingfeng suddenly looked up, his eyes serious.

Sure enough, after beating the young one, the old one followed.

The sky trembled as a blade of light tore through the wind and snow, hurtling towards them with terrifying force.

Qingfeng frowned, already clutching a protective talisman in his hand.

However, before he could use it, another figure had already blocked his way.

It was Yang Haotian, the owner of Fuyang Manor.

Facing the whistling blade of light, Yang Haotian raised his hand and pointed in the air, unleashing his ultimate technique, the Fuyang Shocking Finger.

The two forces collided in the void, and a terrifying burst of energy exploded outwards. Even those who were hiding more than ten feet away were still thrown off balance by the shock.

Not far away, the Luoying River was churning, creating waves more than ten feet high.

Mingyue stepped forward, blocking the Wang siblings. She lightly tapped the ground with her bamboo cane, standing firm like a rock in the ocean against the bursting energy.

Qingfeng stood behind Yang Haotian, looking at the scene around him with an increasingly solemn expression.

The strength of a half-step Grandmaster is indeed terrifying.

Clearly, even if he used spirit talismans, he would still be no match for a master of this level.

Those who were watching were terrified, their souls nearly leaving their bodies, thinking they were going to die there today.

Fortunately, the two experts were only testing their skills briefly, and did not continue after one move.

Once the commotion subsided, Yang Haotian stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said:

"Brother Yan, why do you personally intervene in a sparring match between juniors? Isn't that beneath your dignity?"

Yang Haotian had already cursed Yan Changfeng in his heart at this moment.

This brainless brute, he resorts to violence at the slightest provocation, and he even does it in front of the entire martial arts world! What a muscle-bound, simple-minded blockhead...

Yan Changfeng, upon hearing this, angrily said:

"Hmph, why would I make a move? This kid is clearly a fourth-level Grand Martial Master, yet he pretended to be a third-level Grand Martial Master to fight Jiang Wei. He obviously has ulterior motives."

"I won't kill him, but I'll definitely make him suffer..."

After saying that, Yan Changfeng suddenly made a move again.

Yang Haotian felt a headache coming on; trying to reason with Man Niu was like casting pearls before swine.

He didn't even consider that Qingfeng, at such a young age, already possessed such cultivation; how could he not have a master or elder?

They came here on orders from above, not just to watch the two juniors compete, but to find out who was behind Qingfeng.

"Brother Yan, please calm down..."

"Yang Haotian, get out of my way! He's not a disciple of your Fuyang Mountain. Whether I cripple him or not is none of your business. Don't blame me for being rude to you..."

Yan Changfeng showed no respect for Yang Haotian whatsoever. Even though Yang Haotian had a good temper, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at this moment.

He mobilized his inner energy, preparing to push back.

But suddenly, a subtle fluctuation was felt descending upon them.

For a fleeting moment, the swirling snow seemed to freeze.

The tense and exciting atmosphere at the scene suddenly calmed down.

A foot wearing a plain cloth shoe descended from the clouds, light and free, as if walking slowly through a flurry of snowflakes.

Then a gentle yet extremely authoritative voice rang out.

"You want to cripple my disciple?"