Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

"act recklessly."

Zhang Shaohan snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain, and raised his hand to catch Xu Mofeng's punch with his bare hands.

But when the fist, trailing faint black marks, came right in front of him, the air was compressed into a muffled explosion, and a terrifying force rushed towards him, Zhang Shaohan's expression suddenly changed.

The hairs on my body stood on end instantly, and alarm bells rang wildly in my mind.

Without a second thought, he drew his sword, poured all his spiritual power into it, and slashed fiercely at the fist!

Clang—the deafening sound of metal clashing against metal was so loud it hurt people's ears.

Zhang Shaohan felt as if his blade had struck a piece of ancient black iron. The blade remained unmoved, but instead, a terrifying recoil force traveled through the blade, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and the long sword to hum.

He was thrown backward uncontrollably, retreating dozens of meters before finally regaining his footing.

He took a deep breath and looked at the boy opposite him again. The previous contempt was gone from his face, replaced by a deep sense of solemnity and apprehension.

"Who are you?!"

Uh... The Biyou Sect disciples who were just waiting to see Xu Mofeng make a fool of himself are now frozen in place, their mouths agape, their faces full of disbelief.

"What's going on?!"

"Zhang Shaohan...retreated? He was knocked back by one punch?"

"Am I seeing things? This can't be!"

"This is a ghost..."

Not only the ordinary disciples, but even Ji Chen, who was seriously injured on the ground, was dumbfounded.

He took Zhang Shaohan's knife with all his might, and was seriously injured and on the verge of death; but this kid who was only at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment actually forced Zhang Shaohan back with a single punch?

Has the world gone mad?!

But the facts are right in front of them, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

Having forced Zhang Shaohan back with a single punch, Xu Mofeng gave him no chance to catch his breath, and in a flash, he pressed forward again.

With his Lingbo Steps fully mastered, his figure moved as elusive as a ghost. The power of the three dragons converged in his fist, and each punch was accompanied by a deafening sonic boom. The dense shadows of his fists rained down on Zhang Shaohan.

Zhang Shaohan could only parry with his sword, retreating step by step, with no chance to retaliate.

The entire hall fell silent; everyone was stunned.

Eighth Foundation Establishment level, chasing after the third inner disciple who is tenth Foundation Establishment level?

This scene is too outrageous, is it a dream?

Only Zhang Linghe, huddled in a corner of the crowd, had an excited glint in his eyes. He clenched his fists and murmured, "Senior Brother Xu... this is Senior Brother Xu's true strength! I told you so, but you wouldn't believe me..."

"You bastard!"

Forced back by a punch once again, Zhang Shaohan finally lost his temper.

He was the third-ranked inner disciple of the Snow Moon Sect, a top expert at the tenth level of Foundation Establishment. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

He was actually being overwhelmed by someone two minor realms below him, and couldn't even fight back!

He abruptly pulled away to create distance, took a deep breath, and unleashed his full spiritual power.

The aura of swords rose, and frost and snow filled the sky.

Countless ice shards danced with snowflakes, swirling around the several-meter-long white blade of light, causing the blade's power to surge and its chilling aura to penetrate to the bone.

"Frosty and snowy landscape!"

With a furious roar, Zhang Shaohan unleashed a powerful strike, wielding his blade with all his might!

In an instant, the wind, frost, snow, and rain on the entire site suddenly intensified several times over.

The pale white blade, accompanied by a biting wind, crashed down with a deafening roar. Its domineering aura seemed intent on crushing the rocks, the crowd, and even the entire world beneath its feet into dust.

"This is……"

The Biyou Sect disciples watching from the sidelines all stared wide-eyed, their breaths almost stopping.

Just moments before, Zhang Shaohan had used the same sword technique to cleave Ji Chen in two, sending him flying and severely injuring him. The entire audience was so intimidated that no one dared to breathe.

The power of this strike was several times stronger than the previous fatal blow, clearly indicating that it was intended to kill.

A bone-chilling coldness shot from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, and a dark, oppressive despair weighed on everyone's hearts. The more timid disciples were already trembling uncontrollably, their calves almost cramping.

"My goodness! Is this really a blade that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could wield?"

"Block? Don't be ridiculous! Just standing there watching, my blood is practically freezing into ice crystals!"

"It's the intent of a frost-snow blade!"

Ji Chen gasped sharply, his face pale yet tinged with relief. "Frost and Snow Blade Intent, nearly half-mastered! So my defeat just now wasn't unjustified at all; I simply couldn't withstand their true skill!"

He had been defeated too quickly and hadn't seen the trick at all. Now, looking closely, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Zhang Shaohan had truly grasped half of the sword intent, and combined with the Snow Moon Sect's inherited sword technique, even the surrounding world was filled with falling snow and ice shards, and the local celestial phenomena were also affected. Such a technique was basically a dimensional reduction attack in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

"This kid... is probably going to die here."

Ji Chen's gaze fell on Xu Mofeng, who had his back to everyone and was facing the blade, and his tone was very complicated.

A full-force strike with half-formed sword intent would be enough to shatter even a ninth-level Foundation Establishment disciple, let alone an eighth-level Foundation Establishment disciple.

He wanted to save them, but he didn't even have the strength to lift a step, and could only watch helplessly as his fellow disciples went to their deaths.

The surrounding disciples felt a chill in their hearts, their minds already conjuring up the image of Xu Mofeng being shredded to pieces by the blade.

"What a pity. To be able to go toe-to-toe with Zhang Shaohan at such a young age is quite a rare talent..."

"Alas, heaven is jealous of talent..."

Sighs rose and fell, all expressing regret at prematurely sealing the fate of the family.

Just when everyone was waiting for Xu Mofeng to bleed on the spot, Xu Mofeng finally made his move.

He glanced down at his right fist, which was covered with fine cuts, all from the hard clash with Zhang Shaohan earlier.

Although he is a mid-level spirit body and his physical body is far stronger than others of the same level, it is inevitable that he would get injured when he caught a blade barehanded and fought against a human-level weapon.

Even so, Xu Mofeng still didn't intend to draw his sword. It wasn't that he was being arrogant; he simply felt that this was all there was to it.

They are not worthy of his drawing of the sword.

Facing the onslaught of frost and snow-like blades, Xu Mofeng simply raised his right hand slowly, his five fingers joined together, using his palm as a blade.

"Is he insane?!"

All the disciples stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered.

The next instant, Xu Mofeng's palm blade slashed down.

An extremely domineering pale gold sword aura burst forth from his palm, the purple-gold sword intent mixed with the immense power of the three dragons. With a crisp "rip" sound, it was as if a piece of thin silk had been casually torn apart.

That arrogant white frost and snow blade light was actually cleaved in two by this palm strike!

The pale golden blade trailed a trail of dark energy as it hurtled straight in, shredding everything in its path—snow, ice, and cold—that came into contact with it.

With a single palm strike, he cleaves through frost and snow!

"impossible!"

Zhang Shaohan's eyes were wide open, his face filled with shock and absurdity.

His proud half-formed Frost Snow Blade Intent, a peak strike that poured all his spiritual power into, was actually shattered by someone's bare hands with a palm strike?

This was even harder for him to accept than being slapped in public!

Before he could think any further, the pale golden blade energy arrived in an instant, striking him squarely in the chest.

Before Zhang Shaohan could even groan, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the snow and falling still.

As the snowstorm subsided, Xu Mofeng slowly withdrew his hand without even taking a breath.

The snow beneath his feet was neatly split in two, with a deep, several-foot-deep knife mark in the middle that was shocking, as if mocking everyone's earlier prediction.

Dead silence.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The group of Biyou Sect disciples behind him froze on the spot, their mouths agape, their brains completely shut down, unable to recover for a long time.

Zhang Shaohan, the third-ranked inner disciple of the Snow Moon Sect, known as the "Frost and Snow Blade," had his all-out killing blow broken by a mere Foundation Establishment level 8 disciple from the Azure Nether Sect with just his palm.

It was completely destroyed, without even a ripple.

Outrageous! Absurd!

If someone said this under normal circumstances, they would definitely laugh at the other person for daydreaming.

But now, this magical scene was actually happening right before their eyes, and everyone felt dizzy and afraid that they would wake up from their dream as soon as they opened their eyes.

"Senior Brother Xu... he's even stronger than last time..."

In a corner of the crowd, Zhang Linghe stared intently at Xu Mofeng's back, his throat tight, muttering to himself.

Just over a month ago, Xu Mofeng was only at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, yet he defeated Wang Cheng, the "Blazing Hand" who was among the top five disciples of Red Maple Valley, on the arena.

Now, having just reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, he easily defeated Zhang Shaohan, the third-ranked inner disciple of the Snow Moon Sect, with his bare hands.

This cultivation speed is so fast that even traveling by flying boat would be slower; it's simply astonishing.

Xu Mofeng walked slowly to Zhang Shaohan and skillfully took off the other's storage ring, also taking the decent-quality sword with him.

A quick scan of the storage ring with his spiritual sense revealed a dazzling array of spiritual herbs that nearly blinded him. He wondered how many people Zhang Shaohan had robbed and cheated along the way; his wealth was certainly substantial.

Xu Mofeng accepted it with a clear conscience.

Losing a battle means taking the spoils of war; this is the rule of the trial, and these things are opportunities he has won.

After collecting his belongings, he didn't even bother to look back at his fellow disciples. With a flicker, he disappeared into the wind and snow.