Lingxu, Sword Coffin, Blind Swordsman

Before anyone could react, they saw the massive metal platform in front of Ye Feng being cleaved open with a huge gully-like crack.

The void shattered, torn apart to create a massive black fissure.

The thick cyan array screen was actually split in two from the middle.

Deafening roars erupted.

Terrifying sword energy crisscrossed, tearing the space into numerous cracks.

The throats of all the disciples present felt as if they were gripped by an invisible hand, unable to utter a single sound.

The surroundings were eerily silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only the sounds of the arena on the platform collapsing and the array screen shattering echoed continuously.

The three sect leaders abruptly stood up!!!

Cui Zhongyan watched this scene in disbelief. The power that Ye Feng had unleashed in that instant had already exceeded the limit that a True Immortal Fifth Stage cultivator could possibly unleash!!

Even that sword just now…

Could potentially kill a True Immortal Seventh Stage!!!

“This… This is power that a True Immortal Second Stage can unleash?”

Qin Gang's pupils trembled; even he didn't know that Ye Feng was hiding such power.

This kind of instantaneous burst of power was simply too terrifying!!!

“Charging up?”

“No… This is even more profound and complex than charging up, and even purer.”

“If this power could accumulate for ten years, a hundred years… I'm afraid even killing someone across a major realm might not be impossible!!”

Yan Chuan's pupils constricted slightly, and his throat wriggled as he swallowed the blood that had surged into his mouth!

Even he couldn't understand the profound mysteries of Ye Feng's sword strike just now.

Too complex… outsiders simply couldn't glimpse even a fraction of it.

Especially when he had just released a wisp of aura to try and observe, he was glared at by the phantom behind Ye Feng under the clear sword intent!

Merely a phantom gaze from the projection of the clear sword intent shattered his aura, slightly injuring his sea of consciousness…

Fortunately, he had no malicious intent; if he had harbored evil thoughts, the power of that phantom would have done more than just injure his sea of consciousness!!!

It was hard to imagine what kind of super expert was guarding the golden-haired youth.

Yan Chuan naturally wouldn't understand that the guy who told Ye Feng his name was 'A'Zuo' was a top-tier expert he could never hope to reach in his entire life.

Ye Feng's sword was truly too strong, so strong that the three Celestial Lords took a full two breaths to recover from their shock.

Clang…

The sound of a longsword sliding into its sheath slowly echoed.

Ye Feng, clad in a white robe, had his right sleeve missing, and his bleeding right arm slowly sheathed his sword.

Without even looking at the golden sword energy that filled the sky behind him, he slowly turned around.

“Finally, it's quiet.”

After saying that, he turned his head to look at Zhuang Xiaomeng, who was looking pale on the high platform.

He lightly parted his lips: “Did you see it clearly?”

Zhuang Xiaomeng bit her lip lightly, her eyes filled with mist, feeling somewhat wronged.

Ye Feng's domineering strength made her feel a little overwhelmed, but she had to admit that Xiao Chen's brothers were all powerful enough to crush their peers!!

All the geniuses and evildoers Zhuang Xiaomeng had ever seen were not enough to look at them on equal footing.

Facing Ye Feng and his brothers, any genius had to look up to them!!

Zhuang Xiaomeng couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears, large teardrops falling.

“Ye Feng! I hate you!!!”

The array screen shattered, and the magic tool arena was on the verge of collapse, as if it was about to split in two from the middle.

Two elders beside the arena instantly leaped onto the high platform.

The golden sword energy that filled the sky slowly dissipated, beside the gully-like crack in the arena.

Zhou Wuyue was kneeling on the ground, half of his body having disappeared in that sword strike just now.

The arm that held the sword had only half of it left, falling into the air, and the spiritual imprint between his eyebrows shattered and disappeared…

Half of his body was a bloody mess, ribs and internal organs visible to the naked eye, the cut surface extremely smooth… looking extremely tragic.

Zhou Wuyue, with disheveled hair, had eyes filled with panic and numbness, filled with fear, still in shock until now.

Half of his face had been cut off, his nose and cheekbones flattened…

His body trembled violently, whether from pain or fear, and the magic robe beneath him was soaked with a fishy, stinky liquid.

Zhou Wuyue was so frightened by that sword that he lost control of his bladder, his realm aura in complete disarray.

That sword was so fast that he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword.

It was over in an instant…

Instant kill!

With the strength of the True Immortal Third Stage peak realm, and the strength of a half-step Royal Body, he had actually been defeated without even having a chance to draw his sword.

Ye Feng didn't intend to kill him on this arena.

If he wanted to kill him, a slight deviation of the sword blade would have been enough to cut off his head.

His eyes were full of bloodshot veins filled with fear, his sea of consciousness collapsing, his mind constantly replaying Ye Feng's sword strike just now.

Ye Feng was already slowly walking off the arena when Zhou Wuyue's slightly deranged laughter suddenly came from behind him.

“Haha… Hahaha… I'm not dead… Hahaha…”

“Hahahahaha… I'm not dead…”

Zhou Wuyue's eyes gradually became dull and dazed, slightly foolish.

Ye Feng shook his head; this guy's sea of consciousness had been shattered and his consciousness was disordered, but it wouldn't be a big problem after recovery.

Ye Feng, who was originally preparing to walk off the arena, suddenly stopped.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the Four Realms Sword Pavilion disciples, he grinned, remembering the scene of being besieged by many disciples yesterday.

“Unfortunately, I won't have a chance to meet you.”

Killing someone's heart!

As soon as these words came out, the disciples of the Four Realms Sword Pavilion who had been clamoring before all lowered their heads, daring not to meet Ye Feng's gaze.

Ye Feng sneered and leaped into the air.

Li Guanqi reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and streams of extremely pure celestial essence poured into his body.

Only then did Ye Feng's expression ease slightly.

Li Guanqi was also a little shocked…

Because Ye Feng's body was empty at this time, equivalent to that sword just now emptying out the celestial essence in his body!!

It should be known that Ye Feng's dantian, like theirs, was more than twice the size of ordinary cultivators.

Ye Feng seemed to have noticed something and said in a low voice.

“Originally, it would have been enough to use the accumulating sword power.”

“But after I got on stage, I felt that guy actually wanted to kill me!”

“So I gave him a lesson!”

Li Guanqi frowned slightly and turned to look at Cui Zhongyan, only to find that the old man's expression was a little unsightly.

He seemed to think that Ye Feng's attack was a little too heavy.

Not only Cui Zhongyan, but even the disciples of the Four Realms Sword Pavilion and some sect elders had unsightly expressions at this time.

Especially one of the old men, who should be Zhou Wuyue's master.

The old man stared at Ye Feng and his brothers from afar, wishing he could eat Ye Feng alive.

Li Guanqi handed Ye Feng over to Tang Ru.

He simply stepped forward and stepped onto the high platform, first bowing respectfully to the three sect leaders.

He looked directly at Cui Zhongyan in the center and said in a deep voice.

“Senior Cui, do you also think that my brother's attack was too heavy?”

Cui Zhongyan didn't take it to heart.

After all, Ye Feng still held back when he attacked, otherwise Zhou Wuyue would already be a corpse by now!

The old man smiled and waved his hand.

“It's okay, this level of competition is bound to have times when you can't hold back.”

Before he could finish speaking, the old man in the Golden Immortal realm snorted coldly, his face gloomy, and said angrily.

“Humph, what do you mean he couldn't hold back, in my opinion, he did it on purpose!!!”