"These two outsiders are really foolish. At the Shaping God Realm First Level, they dare to challenge soone at the Molding God Realm Tenth Layer? They’ve clearly lost their minds!"
"Lin Ye of the Shaoyang Sword Sect is one of the top twenty prodigies on the Shaping God List. He has few rivals at his cultivation level—the Molding God Realm Tenth Layer—so what chance does an opponent nine minor realms below him stand?"
"That outsider youth will definitely lose!"
"..."
Discussions erupted all around; not a single person favored Jun Moxiao.
This included Li Shaobai, who stood behind Jun Moxiao, his lips pressed tightly together, unsure of what to say.
The Shaoyang Sword Sect was simply too strong; he didn’t think Jun Moxiao’s actions were wise.
If he failed, he would likely beco everyone’s laughingstock.
Jun Moxiao slowly took two steps forward, pointed his sword at Lin Ye, and said with a calm smile, "Co on, let see what you’re capable of."
Lin Ye also stepped forward, a mocking glint in his eyes, as if he were looking at a fool.
Without a word, he thrust his sword toward Jun Moxiao.
The sword strike was as fast as lightning; those with a weak cultivation base barely saw the flash of the blade.
Jun Moxiao reacted extrely quickly, his body abruptly vanishing from its original spot.
The next mont, he reappeared tens of feet away and activated the Dragon God Sword Technique.
A giant, golden Divine Dragon Phantom materialized behind him.
This gave Jun Moxiao an imposing aura.
However, it was t with ridicule from the onlookers.
"This swordsmanship looks intimidating, but it’s a pity it’s useless. It definitely can’t beat Lin Ye of the Shaoyang Sword Sect!"
The crowd imdiately burst into uproarious laughter.
When Lin Ye saw that his sword strike had missed Jun Moxiao, he was montarily stunned.
It seed this fellow before him was no ordinary Shaping God Realm First Level cultivator; he actually had so hidden depth.
WHOOSH!
His entire body instantly erupted in a raging inferno as he unleashed the Shaoyang Sword Sect’s Shaoyang Burning Sky Sword.
This was a Fire-attribute swordsmanship. Once executed, it would envelop a hundred-ter radius in raging flas, its power imnse.
An unending torrent of sword light filled the air, and in an instant, a sea of blazing fire ignited all around.
PFFT!
Jun Moxiao cleaved through the wall of fire with a single sword strike and strode forward.
At that mont, he resembled a supre god of slaughter. Several Divine Dragons erged from his sword, roaring as they charged toward Lin Ye.
This guy is really strong!
Lin Ye was greatly startled. His Shaoyang Burning Sky Sword had been broken with a single strike! It seed the opponent’s true combat strength was no weaker than his own.
"Three Thousand Burning Sky!"
Lin Ye roared furiously and unleashed the most powerful technique of the Shaoyang Burning Sky Sword.
Instantly, three thousand sword beams, all burning with flas, crashed into the Divine Dragons.
The collision produced a deafening RUMBLE.
The shockwave from the battle, carrying fiery sparks, blasted outwards, startling the nearby cultivators who scrambled to defend themselves.
Both the sword beams and the Divine Dragons vanished simultaneously.
Seeing this, a frosty sneer touched Jun Moxiao’s lips.
This Lin Ye of the Shaoyang Sword Sect does have so skill, but regrettably, he’s still not my match.
With this thought, Jun Moxiao strode through the flas, ascending like a deity wreathed in fire.
SWISH!
With a single downward slash of his sword, hundreds of Divine Dragon Phantoms flew out.
"ROAR!"
These ferocious Divine Dragons roared and charged toward Lin Ye.
Seeing the imnse power of this attack, Lin Ye grew flustered. With no other choice, he hastily unleashed his strongest sword technique once more.
But this ti, he wasn’t so lucky.
His sword technique was instantly shattered by the Divine Dragons.
The Divine Dragons roared furiously and charged savagely at Lin Ye.
At this critical mont, his fellow sect mbers standing behind Lin Ye simultaneously raised their swords, managing to block the incoming Divine Dragons.
"What? Are you planning to gang up on now?"
Jun Moxiao stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking at these disciples of the Shaoyang Sword Sect with a sneer.
Lin Ye was unhard, but his expression shifted rapidly between pale and flushed. After hesitating for two or three seconds, he waved his hand decisively and said, "We’re leaving."
With that, he led his fellow junior disciples in another direction.
A weaker sect, seeing Lin Ye and his group approach, quickly vacated an area for them.
Lin Ye nodded and settled down there with his junior disciples.
They all sat on the ground, their faces extrely grim.
"Who would have thought this young man was so formidable! His swordsmanship is profound, his combat strength astonishing..."
The onlookers, witnessing Jun Moxiao’s victory, all drew in sharp breaths, their faces etched with shock.
"Junior Brother, well done."
Luo Li chuckled, sheathing his sword.
"Brother Jun, I never expected you to be this strong!"
Li Shaobai took a deep breath, finally recovering from his shock.
Jun Moxiao patted him on the shoulder and said with a grin, "It was alright, I guess."
Within the Sword King Stone Cliff, there was a mysterious space.
This space was concealed by a Formation, so those outside could not see in, but those inside could observe the outside.
A man wearing a silver mask stood at the entrance to this space, his hands clasped behind his back, calmly watching the battle that had just unfolded below.
A few n wearing Bronze Masks stood beside him.
「 」
On Enlightennt Square, the recent commotion quickly subsided.
Although so people had been watching the battle, most were now quietly contemplating the two sword marks on the Sword King Stone.
After all, these two sword marks only appeared for a limited ti—just three days.
If one couldn’t gain any insights within these three days, they would have to wait another ten years.
A youth in a blue robe sat at the very front of Enlightennt Square.
Suddenly, a golden lotus materialized above his head.
This lotus, ford entirely of minuscule Sword Qi, hovered and rotated above his head, appearing exceedingly mysterious.
Many people nearby imdiately cast envious glances.
It was a Sword Lotus.
From ancient tis until now, there had been supre prodigies who, while contemplating here at the Sword King Stone, had managed to form nine Sword Lotuses.
Later, such a prodigy would go on to beco a powerhouse in the Destiny Realm.
"What is that lotus?"
Jun Moxiao was about to begin his own contemplation when he noticed the golden Sword Lotus above the youth’s head. He turned to Li Shaobai and asked,
"That’s a Sword Lotus. One can comprehend up to nine of them at most..."
Li Shaobai explained with a smile, then he too sat down cross-legged, gazed at the two sword marks before him, and slowly closed his eyes.
Jun Moxiao nodded.
He also sat cross-legged, fixed his gaze on the Sword King Stone, and began to contemplate.
Luo Li did likewise.
Although their eyes were closed, the two sword marks seed to be etched into their minds, radiating an infinite glow and constantly emitting a surging Sword Intent.
If one’s sword heart was not resolute, it would be difficult to persist.
This Sword Intent... it seems sowhat familiar...
At that very mont, both Luo Li and Jun Moxiao experienced this sa feeling.
While parts of it felt familiar, other aspects were distinctly unfamiliar.
Especially the Sword Intent emanating from the second sword mark; that felt utterly foreign.
They had only just closed their eyes and begun to contemplate, for less than the ti it takes an incense stick to burn, when golden Sword Lotuses materialized above the heads of both Luo Li and Jun Moxiao.
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