“Let me experience Junior Brother Ye Chu’s high-level technique!”
While Ye Chu stared intently at Qing Ting and the others, a young man beside Qing Ting stepped forward. The young man had a smile at the corner of his mouth, and stood before Ye Chu. The moment this person appeared, the originally noisy space instantly fell silent.
Everyone’s gazes concentrated on the young man, their eyes burning with intensity.
Liu Feng, ranked among the top three disciples of the Blue Jade generation, his strength above Liu Huo. Though he could not compare to Qing Ting, he was still illustriously famous. He was the idol of many martial brothers, and had once obtained a type of Ant Sha, possessing a heart-palpitating power of devouring vitality.
In everyone’s eyes, Liu Feng also had the potential to become a Purple Jade generation disciple.
So when Liu Feng stepped forward, the look he gave Ye Chu carried a few points of schadenfreude. He thought, you can bully other martial brothers, this time you will finally get your comeuppance.
Ye Chu looked at Liu Feng standing before him, and did not speak. He took out one jin of Purple Gold Liquid and placed it aside, then his gaze remained on Liu Feng.
Liu Feng similarly took out one jin of Purple Gold Liquid, cupped his hands toward Ye Chu, and the thick Yuan Spirit surged out from his body. A long sword appeared in his hand, the long sword carrying a fierce, murderous aura. The long sword flew out, landing in his hand, light flashing.
“This is my Sun-Moon weapon. What weapon does Junior Brother use?” Liu Feng looked at Ye Chu and asked.
“I do not have a weapon!” Ye Chu stared at Liu Feng and said.
Liu Feng was stunned, then prepared to put away his long sword. “Since Junior Brother does not have a weapon, then for fairness’s sake, I will put away my weapon…”
“No matter!” Ye Chu looked at Liu Feng and said, “I do not mind you using a weapon. It is just that after you lose this battle, you can, like them, leave behind one Sha Spirit Art.”
Liu Feng slightly furrowed his brows, his gaze staring straight at Ye Chu, only feeling that the youth before him was too arrogant. He probably did not know his own strength. Compared to Liu Huo, he was considerably stronger. With the cooperation of a Sun-Moon weapon, he was also illustriously famous in the Sha Spirit Pavilion.
“Then as Junior Brother wishes!” Liu Feng was not polite either. The sharp sword in his hand grew with his Yuan Spirit power, the sharp sword becoming even more fierce and murderous. Dense Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi rioted, killing intent surging out, killing intent piercingly cold, clearly trained through killing people.
When Liu Feng made his move, Ye Chu knew he was different from other cultivators. Liu Feng was probably someone who had truly experienced bloody killing and fierce battles. Facing such a character, Ye Chu’s body also tensed up.
“Where the sword points!”
The long sword vibrated, slicing through the void. Where it passed, it carried fierce, murderous qi, blood light flashing, with the sound of tearing through the air, with an awe-inspiring, domineering majesty.
One sword directly stabbed toward Ye Chu’s throat, the speed extremely swift and fierce. Ye Chu stood there, looking at the sharp sword shooting toward him that was about to pierce his throat, his expression still calm.
Wang De saw that Ye Chu actually stood there with hands behind his back, and grew extremely anxious. From the moment Ye Chu walked through this gate, Wang De had been on edge. Wang De knew that once he entered this gate, Ye Chu would have to leave lying down, without exception.
But even so, Wang De also hoped Ye Chu would win a few more rounds, displaying the new person’s power, letting these old people know that new people were not to be casually kneaded.
“Why not dodge quickly? At Liu Feng’s sword speed, the next instant it will pierce through his throat. If he cannot even receive one move from Liu Feng, then the many disciples will certainly heap extreme humiliation upon you!” Wang De was greatly anxious, looking at Ye Chu standing with hands behind his back, his heart racing.
The sword without suspense pierced through the youth’s throat before him. Everyone looking at this scene had strange expressions, thinking, the previously invincible Ye Chu just like this…
But the moment this thought rose in their minds, the scene before them made them dumbstruck. The youth before them actually transformed into starlight and dissipated, before them was empty space.
“Afterimage!” Everyone’s hearts were shocked, eyes wide and round looking at the scene, hearts carrying expressions of disbelief.
Qing Ting also abruptly stood up at this time, staring straight at Ye Chu, eyes revealing a few points of incredulity. He knew how fast a cultivator had to cultivate speed to reach the point of afterimages. At the very least, he could not achieve it.
Liu Huo also stared with wide eyes at this moment. He had exchanged blows with Ye Chu, and knew Ye Chu’s speed was extremely fast. But he never dreamed that Ye Chu would be fast to this degree.
Liu Feng looked at the drifting starlight dots, his expression abruptly changing. He indeed felt a piercingly cold sword intent exploding from behind him, the sword intent transforming into finger-sized sharp swords, like flowing water shooting down, abruptly shooting toward Liu Feng’s back.
The sword light carrying terrifying power and killing intent shot forth, making Liu Feng’s figure change frantically. The long sword in his hand swept in a roll, his body twisting to block the shooting sword light. Sword light clashed, colliding with continuous clanging sounds.
Liu Feng quickly retreated two steps, looking at Ye Chu who did not know when he had appeared behind him, his expression grave.
“Impressive!” Liu Feng praised Ye Chu, “If I were not a Sha Spirit practitioner, with perception considerably stronger than ordinary cultivators, today I would have suffered a great loss.”
Everyone also nodded, thinking, if it were them facing that strike, they would absolutely suffer a great loss. Only a character like Liu Feng could still react swiftly.
Thinking of that speed, they still felt cold in their hearts.
“Again!”
Ye Chu did not bother with the discussions among his fellow disciples. He sent out sword light in a riot, drawing continuous clattering sounds in the void. Sword light covered down, transforming into flying swords, the flying swords forming a cone shape, light greatly increasing, shooting toward Liu Feng.
Liu Feng neither dodged nor avoided. The long sword in his hand shot out, his mood intent merging into it. Between rotations, it transformed into a sword circle, the sword circle rotating, blocking before his body, blocking all sword light, Ye Chu’s sword light unable to advance an inch.
“Your speed is not bad, but your sword technique is truly too poor!” Liu Feng looked at Ye Chu with a smile, not concealing his disdain in the slightest.
“Is that so?” Ye Chu suddenly laughed. Amidst his laughter, the sword light suddenly changed. The originally cone-shaped sword light vibrated out of thin air, exploding apart. The entire sky was densely covered with sword light, like raindrops, densely packed as they assaulted Liu Feng.
Each ray of raindrop-like sword light had terrifying power. As they shot out, landing on the hall’s giant pillar metal, they emitted clanging sounds.
This attack that wanted to pierce through everything forcibly made Liu Feng’s sword circle blocking before him shatter. Liu Feng retreated a few steps, holding the long sword in his hand, Yuan Spirit vibrating between, blocking Ye Chu’s round after round of attacks.
“What strong sword intent!” Everyone’s hearts were uncertain and alarmed looking at Ye Chu. Looking at the textures flashing as Ye Chu drove them, they knew Ye Chu had walked out his own path.
This made them click their tongues in amazement. Among Blue Jade generation disciples, those who had walked out their own path were only that few. Ye Chu was also one of them. No wonder his strength was so terrifying.
Amidst Liu Feng’s Yuan Spirit rioting, he finally extinguished Ye Chu’s continuous descending sword rain. His figure stood in the air, standing before Ye Chu, eyes carrying a few points of interest.
“It seems I still underestimated you. But now it is my turn to attack, right?” Liu Feng finished speaking, his figure leaping. His long sword outlined several tens of rays of sword light, the sword light transforming into a giant fierce wolf, baring fangs and brandishing claws as it pounced toward Ye Chu.