Clang!

Jiang Xun drew his sword, which hummed with a resonant sound.

“The Shaoyang Sword of the Dongli Sword Disciple.”

The spectators immediately recognized the sword, their hearts tightening.

Zhangsun Fengye did not draw a weapon, intending to face his opponent with supernatural techniques.

“Swish—”

On the stage, the two men stared at each other for a moment. Suddenly, Jiang Xun unsheathed his sword and thrust it forward.

Zhangsun Fengye flicked his fingers, sending out a beam of light that shattered the force of Jiang Xun’s sword, causing him to stagger back several steps.

“Boom…”

Jiang Xun attacked again, conjuring tens of thousands of sword beams with a single thought, utilizing the power of the Half-Step Swordless Realm, exuding immense pressure.

Facing Jiang Xun’s onslaught, Zhangsun Fengye effortlessly blocked it.

The thunderous sounds shook the heavens and the earth, causing the souls of the onlookers to tense, their hearts leaping into their throats.

Withstanding Jiang Xun’s sword pressure, Zhangsun Fengye decided to go on the offensive. With a wave of his hand, a mountain Dao diagram appeared.

The immense pressure caused Jiang Xun’s body to sink, forcing him to be cautious.

Several swords struck out simultaneously, the “boom” sound never ceasing.

Jiang Xun shattered the mountain Dao diagram but had no time to catch his breath before facing Zhangsun Fengye’s new round of attacks.

“Buzz—”

A bright moon hung in the sky.

Zhangsun Fengye controlled the power of the moonlight, sending out several palm strikes.

“Rumble, rumble, rumble…”

Jiang Xun slashed out one sword after another, splitting the void in front of him into many pieces.

After dozens of rounds, neither gained the upper hand.

“The Nine Nether Sword Technique of the Cave Heaven!”

What had been mere probing was now serious. When Jiang Xun swung his three-foot-long green blade, the sky darkened, and the atmosphere became oppressive.

Many felt the terrifying sword aura emanating from Jiang Xun, realizing with shock the sword technique he was about to unleash.

One of the Dongli Sword Sect’s ultimate techniques, the Nine Nether Sword Technique of the Cave Heaven.

This sword technique had nine moves, and even the average sword disciple couldn’t master the first move due to its extreme difficulty. Superior sword intent and sword heart were the foundations for practicing this technique.

“First Sword!”

Jiang Xun unleashed his full cultivation pressure, revealing the mid-stage Divine Transformation Realm aura.

As for Zhangsun Fengye, he was at the early stage of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Their cultivation levels were not far apart; the contest was in their understanding of Dao techniques and supernatural powers, as well as their combat experience.

“I must get serious too.”

The moment Jiang Xun drew his sword, Zhangsun Fengye realized that he couldn’t win with ordinary means. He had to unseal and use forbidden techniques.

Zhangsun Fengye’s second personality emerged.

His face was covered with dense black Dao marks, his eyes became extremely eerie, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

Especially his aura, which underwent a drastic change.

“Bang!”

Jiang Xun’s sword struck Zhangsun Fengye’s chest solidly but caused no substantial harm, leaving only a shallow sword mark on the surface.

“His body is so tough!”

Jiang Xun was shocked, his pupils contracting, his heart trembling.

To take a sword strike with his flesh and remain unscathed, this was the first time Jiang Xun had encountered such a terrifying peer evildoer.

“What is happening to him?”

“Zhangsun Fengye’s aura is completely different from before, as if he has become another person.”

“Taking the Nine Nether Sword Technique with his body, that’s insane!”

“So, he’s a body cultivator.”

The sudden change in Zhangsun Fengye left everyone astonished.

Chen Qingyuan, watching from the side, also showed a serious expression.

Back in the Song Family of the Ancient Clan, Chen Qingyuan had fought Zhangsun Fengye at the same realm and had witnessed his second personality, knowing its terror.

It was because of his confidence in Zhangsun Fengye’s strength that Chen Qingyuan dared to set up the arena to make money.

After all, Chen Qingyuan wouldn’t engage in a losing business.

“Within Donor Zhangsun, there is a terrifying demon.”

Daochen Buddha’s child, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, now opened them, staring at Zhangsun Fengye on the stage, speaking in a deep voice.

“The forbidden technique of Misty Palace releases the dark side of human nature, greatly enhancing strength.”

Chen Qingyuan explained.

“Dancing on the edge of a knife, it’s easy to get into trouble.”

Daochen Buddha’s child frowned.

“With his abilities, he shouldn’t be devoured by his second personality.”

In the hundred thousand years of Misty Palace, only Zhangsun Fengye had mastered the forbidden technique and could control it well. Such evildoers were rare in the world.

“Let’s hope so!”

If Zhangsun Fengye’s mind were devoured by the forbidden technique’s law, he would become an extremely terrifying demon. At that time, if Daochen Buddha’s child knew, he would undoubtedly take action to kill him without mercy.

“Boom—”

The battle on the stage continued, Zhangsun Fengye turned into a madman, attacking relentlessly.

He took thousands of sword beams with his flesh, even grasping the blade of Jiang Xun’s Shaoyang Sword with his hand. Then, Zhangsun Fengye’s right fist struck Jiang Xun’s chest, sending him flying several miles, his blood churning.

If Jiang Xun hadn’t suppressed it, he would have spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Come, kill me.”

Zhangsun Fengye’s figure was like a ghost, sometimes in front, sometimes to the left. His cold laughter echoed in the heavens and earth, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

“I will fulfill your request!”

Jiang Xun’s voice was low, gripping the Shaoyang Sword tightly, deciding to use all his trump cards without any reservation.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

Thus, the two engaged in a prolonged battle.

Sword beams struck Zhangsun Fengye, leaving sword marks but failing to injure his flesh.

Each sword beam Jiang Xun unleashed was sharper than the last.

After hundreds of rounds of entanglement, Zhangsun Fengye’s left shoulder finally bore a rather hideous sword wound, a trickle of blood staining his clothes.

Zhangsun Fengye seemed oblivious to the pain, his attacks becoming faster and more ferocious.

“Is that all you’ve got? It’s far from enough.”

A sinister smile, an eerie voice.

The primary personality and the second personality were entirely different extremes.

One was elegant and refined, the other mad and demonic.

A fierce struggle, a visual feast.

After thousands of rounds, both were injured.

If not for Jiang Xun’s high sword Dao realm, he wouldn’t have been able to harm Zhangsun Fengye at all.

“Go!”

Finding an opportune moment, Jiang Xun unleashed his strongest sword.

Swish, swish, swish—

Tens of thousands of sword beams appeared, all directed at Zhangsun Fengye.

The overwhelming sword intent made the spectators feel suffocated, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Zhangsun Fengye’s eyes turned blood-red; he had no intention of dodging, nor would he admit defeat.

With a punch, he easily shattered hundreds of sword beams in front of him.

Then, disregarding the sword intent coming from all directions, his eyes fixed solely on Jiang Xun, leaving several afterimages in place as he charged forward rapidly.