Chapter 332: Chapter 332: Ten Thousand Swords Erasing All Traces
Prince Jianyun is extrely proud and unparalleled in elegance. His strategies are also profound, and nobody can guess his true intentions.
However, there is one exception, and that is Chu Feng.
Compared to Chu Feng, this ancient freak who has lived for thousands of years, Prince Jianyun is still too green.
"You want to take Han Dong’s Shadowless Sword and then duel with ?" Chu Feng sneered contemptuously. "As long as I’m around, your wish is destined to fail. Han Dong, you step down first. Leave the rest to !"
Chu Feng’s gaze coldly watched Prince Jianyun, especially the nine strands of red Sword Qi swirling around him.
"Seventeen years in its entirety, it’s ti to take back what’s mine!"
As soon as Chu Feng spoke, Elder Shoui from the judges’ platform imdiately responded. He burst forth with a formidable presence, overwhelming the whole venue.
"Today, my disciple Chu Feng will duel to the death with the True Disciple Prince Jianyun. No one, regardless of who, is allowed to intervene. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind shortening my remaining ten years of life to drag him off to have a drink at Yama Palace!"
Elder Shoui, typically honest and affable, now stands with white hair flying and robes billowing, exuding an unprecedented aura of evil Qi and ruthlessness.
Even Elder He of the Law Enforcent Hall couldn’t help frowning, feeling sowhat intimidated.
A barefoot man is not afraid of the one wearing shoes.
Elder Shoui’s ti is running short, and if he really fights desperately, there is indeed no elder who would dare to confront him. This ti, even Elder Yang shrank back like a retracting turtle.
Elder Zhuang was also shocked, "When did this old fellow beco so overbearing and tyrannical?"
All the elders felt intimidated, shocked, and wary in their hearts, at the sa ti, they couldn’t help but speculate wildly.
What exactly is the reason for Elder Shoui’s enormous confidence in Chu Feng?
You must know that Chu Feng is about to contend with a True Disciple.
And not just any True Disciple, but one whose strength ranks very high.
With Prince Jianyun’s strength, he could even compete with a Sword Saint of the first level. The Nine Yang Sword Veins are the Supre Sword Vein, which is indeed aweso.
"Hehe, old fool Shoui, don’t weave a trap for yourself. Your disciple, who doesn’t even have sword ridians—a complete waste—thinks he can contend with Prince Jianyun?" Elder Yang could not bear to see Elder Shoui flaunting his prowess in front of him and couldn’t resist sneering.
"Isn’t your disciple Bao Liya really great too? What’s the result now? His sword ridians have been destroyed, and he’s been expelled from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect." The usually honest Elder Shoui finally stopped holding back.
He was driven to this.
He responded coldly, imdiately provoking a strong reaction from Elder Yang, whose face turned dark.
Bao Liya was so mighty back then, defeating Liu Dazhuang and Luo Mi one after another. However, the mont Han Dong, a subordinate of Chu Feng, took to the stage, he was imdiately crippled.
Now, with Chu Feng personally entering the fray, though Prince Jianyun holds an absolute advantage, it doesn’t guarantee his victory.
Before the result is revealed, no one can predict the outco.
"Husband, you must win!" Han Xiaoying couldn’t help clenching the Earth Fiend Sword in her hand, her bright eyes fixed on Chu Feng’s figure, filled with deep blessing and hope.
Shangguan Bei, who was defeated by Chu Feng, had a gloomy expression and watched Chu Feng with resentnt in his eyes.
A thousand "f*ck" raced through his mind.
Having a bad start, he originally wanted to make a na for himself in this year’s Sect contest, laying a foundation for later competing for the position of True Disciple and advancing to Sect Master.
He even wanted to be the first to trample Chu Feng underfoot.
But the gap between reality and expectation is just too vast.
With a single move, Chu Feng defeated his opponent and knocked him off the stage. His victory made a laughing stock of his opponent’s dignity in the entire sect.
"Chu Feng, you bastard, I hope you go to hell!" Shangguan Bei cursed venomously at Chu Feng.
Zang Jianfeng squinted his eyes, displaying an attitude of detachnt and watching with interest the duel between Chu Feng and Prince Jianyun.
Prince Jianyun is extrely powerful, and after defeating Chu Feng, he is very likely to fight Zang Jianfeng on the stage to determine the superior. Prince Jianyun has long made bold declarations to compete for the position of the eldest senior brother among the True Disciples.
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Atop the stage, Chu Feng and Prince Jianyun gazed intently at each other, both exuding their impressive auras.
Prince Jianyun is at the peak of Great Sword Master level and could advance to the Sword Saint Realm at any mont. His comprehension of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique has even reached the Seventh Level. Coupled with the Nine Yang Sword Veins and the divine-level Treasure Sword, Taia Treasure Sword he wields.
It can be said that in every aspect, he is more than capable of crushing Chu Feng like a bug.
"Ten Thousand Swords Erasing All Traces, leaving no path over a thousand miles!"
Suddenly, Prince Jianyun uttered the command, and his eyes turned unprecedentedly ferocious, bursting with intense killing intent.
In his hand, the Taia Treasure Sword was forged with the national power of Jianyun Dynasty and has been passed down through several generations of monarchs.
This generation has not yet seen Prince Jianyun ascend to the throne, and yet the sword was passed to him, signifying the Jianyun Emperor’s great favor.
With a single strike from Prince Jianyun, the nine streams of red Sword Energy surged around him like a raging tide and as mighty as the rging of the nine Jiu Rivers. All of it poured into the Taia Treasure Sword.
Boom!
The glittering red sword light extended half a ter, solid and thick, formidable enough that even a Sword Saint level wouldn’t produce much more impressive sword light. A lesser Sword Saint at the initial stage might not even be able to manifest such substantial sword light.
The only difference is, a Sword Saint can produce multiple sword lights, whereas a Great Sword Master can only produce a single one.
The red sword light imdiately engulfed the area where Chu Feng stood, as piercing as bone-chilling wind and frost, omnipresent with its freezing cold.
The tough ground seed unable to withstand such a fearso sword light.
Cracks began to appear as the ground started to split open.
Chu Feng, situated in the midst of it all, was like a small boat amidst raging waves, appearing as if it could capsize at any mont.
"The sword pierces through the frost, extinguishing everything. Prince Jianyun’s grasp of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique has indeed been profound. Although not perfect, it has reached considerable heights," comnted the esteed Elders, all admiring Prince Jianyun.
The Ten Thousand Sword Sect is abundant with geniuses, each stronger than the last.
"Hehe, old man Shoui, your precious disciple won’t even withstand a single strike!" Elder Yang gloated with a sly smile, delighted beyond asure.
He couldn’t wait for Chu Feng to perish sooner rather than later.
As a revered Elder humbled multiple tis by an ordinary disciple, Elder Yang had long harbored a deadly grudge against Chu Feng.
But Chu Feng was tough to kill, and with Elder Shoui’s protection, Elder Yang never found the right opportunity to strike.
"Anxious for the Emperor, the eunuch is in a rush!" Elder Shoui rolled his eyes, seemingly calm, but his hands gripping the Treasure Sword betrayed his nervous heart.
Although he had great confidence in Chu Feng’s abilities, facing such a formidable opponent as Prince Jianyun, Elder Shoui’s palms were sweating cold.
A slight mishap could result in Chu Feng’s death on the stage.
Han Xiaoying involuntarily took a step forward, her heart racing to her throat as if it could jump out at any mont.
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