That Sword Has Slain an Immortal!

Boom! A terrifying pressure that did not lose in the slightest to Lu Xiuzhong's erupted with a crash, followed immediately by a dense golden aura rising straight from the earth! Surging sword qi swirled around him, coalescing into a protective barrier. Sword Heart Realm sword intent? Laughable... Ye Feng could not comprehend when such a thing had become something to boast about. With Li Guanqi around, if his own sword intent didn't advance, he would be mocked to death by Cao Yan and the others. His blood and vitality surged as rumbling thunder seemed to roar within his flesh. Ye Feng's complexion took on a healthy flush. His bones popped and snapped, and every muscle across his frame tautened into bulging cords. Watching this, Li Guanqi could no longer suppress the twitch at the corner of his lips. Jiuxiao had suffered grievously over these past days... Back when Li Guanqi departed the sect, Jiuxiao had secretly mocked Pengluo's plight. Yet now, the dragon was being made to nurse itself back to health with purple-skinned ginseng... Li Guanqi had truly prepared exhaustively for this arena battle. Everything the sworn brothers could give had been given. Ye Feng licked his lips. Savoring the unprecedented might coursing through his flesh, he drove power into the soles of his feet and launched forward like an artillery shell. In an instant, the entire Dao platform shuddered violently. A colossal crater caved in where he had just stood! Lu Xiuzhong's pupils constricted. Ye Feng was already right in front of him! Boom! The Nu Sha sword swept out in an unadorned horizontal slash. Lu Xiuzhong parried with the momentum, yet the sheer impact blasted him back several hundred zhang! Even as his body rocketed across the air, before he could recover, Ye Feng was already upon him once more! That horrifying speed was simply impossible for the naked eye to track. Even divine sense enveloping the surroundings could barely keep up. By the time one's divine sense detected him, Ye Feng had already swung his sword. Thud! Horrific sword qi erupted. Lu Xiuzhong pushed his primal energy to its limit, barely managing to block the strike, only for another attack to come hurtling at his back! Everyone watched the scene on the stage in stunned disbelief. Lu Xiuzhong was hurled through the air like a tattered sack. His few attempts at counterattacking yielded negligible results. Ye Feng's staggering might was revealed before the crowd in a posture of sheer, absolute domination! Thud! Ye Feng planted a vicious kick squarely into Lu Xiuzhong's abdomen. The figure shot downward so fast it blurred, crashing onto the Dao platform with an ear-splitting boom! Rumble! The Dao platform trembled as a terrifying crater over two hundred zhang wide was carved out at its center. Ye Feng pressed his advantage without letting up. Soaring down, he swung his sword in a frenzy, sending thousands upon thousands of golden sword rays crisscrossing through the sky. Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble! The ceaseless, apocalyptic sword qi pounded the ground like a violent tempest, denying his opponent even a single breath. A low roar tore from Ye Feng's throat. "Apocalypse: Nu Sha!" "Nu Sha: Ghost! Asura!" Boom! At this moment, Ye Feng fully unleashed the power of the ghost hand! The horrifying sword radiance radiated a chill so intense it seized the soul. Twisting black demonic qi and black flames churned within the golden sword light. As the sword descended, space along its path was torn to shreds, a sprawling fissure completely incinerated by the blaze. Within the hundred-zhang sword ray, malevolent wraiths seemed to shriek, accompanied by the piercing howl of gales. Lu Xiuzhong's vast aura struggled feebly amidst the sky full of golden light, but before he could shatter the incoming rays, the decisive blow struck! Rumble! A deafening explosion rang out. That single slash cleaved clean through the thousand-zhang Dao platform! The sword radiance slammed into the barrier screen enveloping the platform with a thunderous roar. To the crowd's terror, slight cracks actually spiderwebbed across the barrier from the impact! Nangong Xuandu frowned slightly and raised a hand, releasing a wisp of azure radiance. Instantly, the barrier shimmered with light. Forget cracks—now, even the aftershocks of the clash failed to stir a single ripple upon it... Xi Yunhuai clicked his tongue and muttered, "With the barrier's current strength, even Body Integration Realm experts tearing each other apart in there wouldn't make it flinch." Ye Feng hovered in midair, his chest heaving slightly, the primal energy around him churning violently. Looking like an enraged fiend, his ferocious appearance struck dread into the hearts of anyone who caught sight of him! His spirit ruins hummed. Suddenly, faint, mottled bloodstains seemed to surface along the blade of his sword. At that exact instant, the hearts of nearly every cultivator at or above the Mahayana realm skipped a beat! Nangong Xuandu stared fixedly at the sword in Ye Feng's grip. His throat bobbed, and a sheen of cold sweat broke out across his forehead! "This sensation... feels a bit like Second Sister's blade... That ruins... has slain an immortal!" Not just him—both Lu Hengtian and Zhu Ying rose abruptly to their feet, their cloudy eyes wide with shock! Meng Jiangchu's massive hands crushed the armrests of his throne to powder as he shot upright. Gu Yong tucked his hands into his sleeves, his hunched frame seemingly straightening up considerably in that moment. Zhou Yunqing's brows furrowed tightly as he glared unblinkingly at the space between Ye Feng's eyebrows. Just then, Meng Jiangchu's chilling voice rang in his ear. "Zhou Yunqing, if you value your life, I advise you not to harbor any reckless thoughts..." "Do you see that Azure-Robed Sword Immortal?" "There are seven others out there just as strong as him. If you don't want to die, don't get any stupid ideas!" Zhou Yunqing's expression tautened. He completely banished the notion from his mind, turning to bow slightly toward Meng Jiangchu's back. With lingering dread, he glanced at Nangong Xuandu, only to see the man narrowing his eyes as he looked toward Zhu Ying and Lu Hengtian. The warning in his gaze was unmistakable. As the dust cleared, Lu Xiuzhong stood on the edge of the fissure in the Dao platform, his robes in tatters, bathed in blood, gasping raggedly for breath. Grotesque, rolled-back sword lacerations covered Lu Xiuzhong from head to toe. Yet at the critical final instant, he had used a secret technique to forcefully shift his body three feet away! Looking up at the figure in midair, Lu Xiuzhong pulled back his lips in self-mockery. "Heh, I truly underestimated you." Ye Feng picked at his ear and sneered, "Beaten to a bloody pulp like that, and you're still here posturing like a grandmaster with me? "If you could've dodged it clean, wouldn't you have? What the hell are you putting on airs for?" Ye Feng's retort choked Lu Xiuzhong so thoroughly that he couldn't get a word out. The blood roiling in his chest surged upward, nearly spurting from his mouth. He simply clamped his mouth shut. Not a shred of contempt remained in his eyes. While swallowing medicinal pills to mend his injuries and restore his primal energy, radiant flows of various colors suddenly wove together across his arms and back, forming a pattern that resembled half a radiant totem. Buzz! The spirit ruins between Lu Xiuzhong's brows hummed, faintly spreading the aura of a king-grade Sword Ruins. Ye Feng's eyes narrowed, a touch of gravity appearing between his brows. His previous assault had given his opponent no room to breathe, and he had no intention of changing that now! Thud! With a muffled burst of sound, Ye Feng's figure vanished from midair, leaving behind a pitch-black spatial void several dozen zhang across. Roar! As the spirit runes flared across Lu Xiuzhong, a zhang-tall phantom of a white tiger abruptly manifested. The white tiger roared toward the heavens, unleashing a horrifying aura that physically hurled Ye Feng's striking figure backward! Forced back in retreat, Ye Feng bled from all seven orifices, his ears ringing so violently he could hear nothing at all. Yet just as the spectators thought Lu Xiuzhong would finally liberate his ruins artifact sword— The Sword Ruins between Ye Feng's brows manifested uncontrollably of its own accord! The blood-mottled Nu Sha sword abruptly radiated a mysterious, boundless, and terrifying sword momentum. In an instant, Lu Xiuzhong—who was on the verge of liberating his companion ruins artifact—spat out a massive mouthful of blood toward the sky! Everyone watched clearly as Lu Xiuzhong's... Sword Ruins... shattered... That blood-mottled sword had merely let out a single resonant chime, and Lu Xiuzhong's Sword Ruins was broken... The Sword Ruins shattered without the slightest warning, disintegrating into nothingness between heaven and earth. At this sight, let alone Lu Xiuzhong, even Ye Feng and Li Guanqi had no idea what had happened. Only the sword spirit inside the sword coffin space curled her lips upward in amusement, teasing softly, "Still the same foul temper as always."