I Am A Dignified Immortal Emperor, But The Sect Actually Let Me Marry

A strong True Qi fluctuation surged out from Xiang Wencheng's body, forming an invisible gust of wind that whirled and howled, causing everyone to sense the aura of killing.

"Soul Formation stage!"

All the disciples present had a change in expression, inwardly exclaiming at the abnormality.

There were rumors that Xiang Wencheng had already reached the Soul Formation stage, and although everyone wanted to spread the news, they didn't fully believe it in their hearts.

Among the younger generation, most of the peak leaders were at the Nascent Soul Late Stage or even the Great Perfection stage, which was already shocking enough.

There was a huge gap between the Soul Formation stage and the Nascent Soul stage.

Although Xiang Wencheng had been cultivating for a relatively long time, no one had seen anyone of the same generation reach the Soul Formation stage.

"Junior Brother, this sword of mine is the Pure Yang Everyday Sword."

Xiang Wencheng raised his arm, and a sword was unsheathed, emitting a clear and resounding sword cry that was deafening.

Swish!

The sword was unsheathed!

The heavens and earth stirred!

An unparalleled sharp aura surged out, like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, a true dragon emerging from the sea. Sword shadows shuttled back and forth, completely shattering the space, turning it into a strange black hole.

Before making a move, the momentum of the sword had already overwhelmed everyone.

"So terrifying, I don't even have the courage to face Xiang Wencheng head-on!"

"This Sword Intent is shocking. It can even erase space. Even if it's the Soul Formation stage, it's impossible to achieve this."

"Since ancient times, swordsmen excel at attacking and killing. It's hard to imagine how terrifying Xiang Wencheng, who excels in swordsmanship, can be!"

Everyone was waiting for Wei Yunzheng's response. The opponent had already launched his attack, so how should they respond?

"Junior Brother, please make your move!"

Xiang Wencheng pointed his sword at the sky, looking at the man in the sky who resembled an Immortal Emperor. His fighting spirit reached its peak!

He felt that he was not challenging his so-called Junior Brother, but an elusive and unpredictable immortal.

He had a premonition that if he won this battle, it would be like slaying immortals. At that time, his Sword Heart would be unobstructed, and his sword path would be completely unhindered!

Wei Yunzheng looked down at the fully prepared Xiang Wencheng. Even though he hadn't made a move yet, his skin already felt a slight tingling sensation.

Shaking his head, he spoke loudly, "Senior Brother Xiang, if you only want to fight me, then you have disappointed me!"

One sentence silenced everyone, leaving them puzzled.

What did the Saint Child mean by this statement?

Isn't Xiang Wencheng here to fight with you? Why talk about disappointment?

Where does disappointment come from?

Even Xiang Wencheng was momentarily stunned, furrowing his brows as he asked, "Junior Brother, why do you say this?"

"Senior Brother is an extraordinary sword cultivator. Our battle is merely a contest of cultivation level. Regardless of victory or defeat, it is just an ordinary fight for both of us, meaningless."

Xiang Wencheng furrowed his brows, pondering for a moment. He didn't fully agree with Wei Yunzheng's words. For him, this battle was necessary.

But he still asked, "Junior Brother, how do you intend to resolve this?"

The stage was set, the sword was unsheathed, the gaze was focused, and the atmosphere was all here. At least give a solution.

Wei Yunzheng looked around, looking at everyone's puzzled gazes, and smiled like the spring sun in March, "Today, let's have a sword contest, Senior Brother!"

"A sword contest?!"

Xiang Wencheng doubted if he had misheard.

When these two words were spoken, everyone was dumbfounded.

They didn't expect Wei Yunzheng to voluntarily propose a sword contest with Xiang Wencheng.

Who would dare to believe this?

The representative of the Sword Hall is at the pinnacle of the younger generation's Extreme Emptiness Sword Dao. You're telling me you want to have a sword contest with him?

Isn't this just seeking trouble for yourself?

Using one's own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strengths?

"Has Wei Yunzheng gone mad? He actually said such words. Doesn't he know that he's underestimating the heroes of the world? Does he really think he has mastered all paths?"

"Is it possible that Saint Child is also a sword cultivator?"

"Hiss, what you said seems to make sense. Could it be that Saint Child wants to defeat Xiang Wencheng in his strongest swordsmanship?"

"What audacity!"

For a moment, there was a polarization of opinions regarding Wei Yunzheng. Some thought that he was overestimating himself and going too far.

But some people were looking forward to Wei Yunzheng turning the tide and displaying his astonishing talent in swordsmanship!

Xiang Wencheng became interested when the words "sword contest" were mentioned. Since comprehending Sword Intent, besides his master, no one else could have a sword contest with him.

"May I ask at what level is Junior Brother's swordsmanship?" Xiang Wencheng asked.

He wanted to figure out first whether Wei Yunzheng had the qualifications to have a sword contest with him, and at the same time, he wanted to know what confidence the other party had.

Could it be that he had also comprehended Sword Intent?

Xiang Wencheng speculated in his heart.

In the midst of everyone's expectant gaze, Wei Yunzheng shook his head and said, "To be honest, I have never practiced swordsmanship, nor have I ever held a sword."

One sentence shocked the heavens.

The entire Extreme Emptiness fell silent, and in an instant, chaos erupted.

What?

You've never even held a sword, yet you want to challenge the head of the Sword Hall?

"Wei Yunzheng must be crazy. If his brain doesn't work, he shouldn't be the Saint Child."

"Hahaha, I knew this person was just putting on airs. He only has a good face, but his brain is sick."

One of the disciples who had been dissatisfied with Wei Yunzheng's attention jumped out and said,

"I think he was scared by Xiang Wencheng's Sword Intent, which is why he said such crazy things!"

"Tsk tsk, never even held a sword, truly amazing."

Many female disciples remained silent. If they had heard someone mocking them like this on a normal day, they would immediately get angry and argue back.

But at this moment, they didn't know what to say.

Inside the Extreme Emptiness Hall,

Perfected Being Sheng Xu's expression became serious as he carefully observed his beloved disciple. He couldn't understand why he wanted to challenge someone.

Originally, he had full confidence in Wei Yunzheng. Even if Xiang Wencheng had comprehended Sword Intent, he didn't think the other party was qualified to be his disciple's opponent.

But now, Wei Yunzheng had said these things.

It was like a tiger had removed its claws and wanted to clash head-on with the opponent's spear.

This was clearly a self-imposed restriction.

What was Yunzheng thinking?

At this moment, an elder behind him laughed and said, "Senior Brother, it seems that my disciple will become the Saint Child today."

The one who spoke was the head of the Sword Hall. He had a slender figure, like an old man, but there was an indescribable aura about him, as if a primordial beast was hidden within him.

"Hmph!" Perfected Being Sheng Xu coldly snorted and didn't immediately retort.

On the scene,

Public opinion completely shifted towards Xiang Wencheng. No one dared to say that Wei Yunzheng could win anymore. They all favored Xiang Wencheng.

"I want to defeat you in your field of expertise.

But I have never delved into your field.

Please ignore my crazy words."

This was how everyone viewed Wei Yunzheng.

The only one who still supported Wei Yunzheng was his most blindly loyal junior disciple:

"My senior brother wants to challenge him because he thinks Xiang Wencheng's swordsmanship is not good enough and wants to show him how shallow his understanding of swordsmanship is!"

The people around laughed, and Zhou Chouchou's face turned red with anger.

In mid-air, Xiang Wencheng didn't make any sarcastic remarks towards Wei Yunzheng. He earnestly advised,

"Junior brother, you can't win against me in a sword duel. Let's just have a regular fight. There's no need to restrict yourself."

Wei Yunzheng didn't say anything. He looked down at the crowd and said calmly, "Gentlemen, does anyone want to borrow a sword from me?"

No one responded, only the mocking laughter grew louder.

Especially noisy.

"He looks serious, like a clown!"

"Hahaha, he's making me laugh."

"He won't back down unless he's slapped in the face. He's really brainless, all looks and no brains."

At this moment, Zhou Chouchou, who couldn't suppress his frustration any longer, jumped up and shouted, "Saint Child, take the sword!"

Today, in front of everyone's eyes, he didn't call him senior brother, only Saint Child!

This was his confidence and support for Wei Yunzheng.

Wei Yunzheng accepted the sword, holding the hilt with both hands, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

His heart was as calm as water, impervious to external disturbances.

After a moment,

"This is the first time I've held a sword."

His voice was deep, as if talking to himself.

In an instant, he opened his eyes!

"I knew it, I will be the foremost in swordsmanship, the number one in the world!"

Then, the sword was unsheathed!

Rustling!

Rustling!

A strong wind blew!