Buzz~!
Qin Yang's dark eyes fixed on the azure sword aura descending upon him. On his right fist, the brilliant starlight condenses, dazzling half the valley.
"Star Fist!"
With a cold shout, Qin Yang swung his fist.
Boom!
A Star Fist Aura, as large and brilliant as the sun, blasted towards the hundred-zhang-long azure sword aura.
Bang boom~!
The Star Fist Aura and the azure sword aura collided midair, erupting in dazzling light before both were annihilated.
As the light dissipated, cultivators present looked towards the spot, only to see a figure in white standing unmoved, with little expression on his face.
"Blocked it?"
"He actually blocked a strike from Immortal Venerable Realm expert Lord Zhuo?!"
"His aura, his aura is at the Peak of Immortal Spirit Realm!"
"..."
All the cultivators, upon seeing the star fist and azure sword auras dissolve mid-air, turned their gaze to Qin Yang, exclaiming in shock.
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, such techniques to conceal one's true cultivation are rare, with few ever mastering them; even so, those who do cannot fully mask their aura. Before those of the sa level or higher, they are still easy to discern.
However, this young man's thods of concealing his aura are unusual indeed. Along the way, none among them had noticed, not even Lord Zhuo, an Immortal Venerable Realm expert.
In the crowd, Elder Qingmu and Elder Chi Huo exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with astonishnt.
Previously, they had sensed this young man's aura surge suddenly during their battle with the Three-headed Wind and Thunder Demon Wolf. Little did they expect the true extent of his cultivation to be at the Peak of Immortal Spirit Realm, surpassing even their level, despite their century-long cultivation.
"Brother Qin, your cultivation level..."
Beside Qin Yang, a chubby man looked at him, dumbfounded.
"This is my true cultivation.
Qin Yang offered a slight smile, saying.
"Peak of Immortal Spirit Realm?!"
The chubby man gulped; Qin Yang, about the sa age as he, not yet twenty, had already reached the Peak of Immortal Spirit Realm.
Understand that in those sects, only the top core disciples would have such cultivation, and those individuals are usually in their twenties.
"Brother Qin, you must be a genius; your cultivation is so high..."
The chubby man expressed with admiration.
At the mont, he was only at the Peak of Immortal Master Realm, uncertain when he'd break through to the Immortal Spirit Realm, while his peer was already advancing towards becoming an Immortal Venerable Realm expert.
"Haha, you're probably close to advancing to the Immortal Spirit Realm as well."
Qin Yang offered a slight smile, saying.
"Peak of Immortal Spirit Realm?! You little beast, you've been hiding your strength all along!"
At this mont, Zhuo Bufan's voice, filled with icy intent, erged from his throat, his green eyes fixed intently on Qin Yang.
This boy, at not even twenty years old, had reached the Peak of Immortal Spirit Realm; such talent was exceedingly rare, even in the Great Xia Kingdom.
"What of the Peak of Immortal Spirit Realm?! Below the Immortal Venerable Realm, all are ants! You killed my son; I do not care about your background; today, I swear to kill you, little beast!"
An intense killing intent filled Zhuo Bufan's eyes.
Buzz~!
The Wind Roar Sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand shone with a radiant azure light.
Whoosh!!!
In the next mont, Zhuo Bufan's figure flickered, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. Brandishing the Wind Roar Sword, he charged towards Qin Yang with urgency, eager to slice him into pieces.
Buzz~!
Qin Yang's eyes similarly glead with cold light as his heart and spirit stirred, summoning the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword from his Sea of Consciousness.
When the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword appeared in Qin Yang's hand, a clear dragon's roar resonated through heaven and earth.
This clear dragon's roar was in no way weaker than the Wind Roar of the Wind Roar Sword in Zhuo Bufan's hand.
An indomitable Sword Intent surged from the figure in white.
"That's Sword Intent."
"He's... a Sword Cultivator!"
"Oh my, a Sword Cultivator at peak Immortal Spirit Realm and not yet twenty..."
"..."
Seeing the soaring Sword Intent from Qin Yang, loose cultivators exclaid in awe.
To be a Sword Cultivator, one must nurture their own Sword Intent, not rely wield a sword as a weapon. Few sword-wielding cultivators achieve this.
Zhuo Bufan, although a sword user, could not be deed a Sword Cultivator, as he lacked this distinctive Sword Intent.
Observing the astonishing Sword Intent rising from Qin Yang, Zhuo Bufan's pupils contracted, yet his gaze remained determined, the killing intent intensifying.
This young beast, remarkable not only for his peak Immortal Spirit Realm cultivation but also as a Sword Cultivator at such a young age, surely must have a significant background, Zhuo Bufan thought.
Regardless, his son could not die in vain; he must kill this young beast, silencing others if necessary!
Swoosh!
Facing Zhuo Bufan's rapid assault, Qin Yang stepped firmly on the ground, no sign of evasion, charging at Zhuo Bufan with his Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
In the sky, azure and ice-white sword auras clashed fiercely, Sword Qi crossing.
In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged a dozen moves mid-air, the scattered Sword Qi etching deep scars upon the earth.
Cultivators within the valley retreated quickly to avoid accidental harm from the Sword Qi.
"He can battle the lord without losing ground!"
Seeing the two figures amidst the intertwining sword auras in the sky, Elder Qingmu's old eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with shock.
After all, the gap between the Immortal Spirit Realm and the Immortal Venerable Realm is vast, with imnse disparity, not to ntion Zhuo Bufan's long tenure in the Immortal Venerable Realm, unlike typical early-stage experts.
"The lord's prior fierce battle with the Wind Thunder Wolf King, even after taking the Blood Spirit Pill to boost his vitality, left him wounded. Were it not for this, this young man might not have exchanged so many blows with the lord. Rest assured, he shall ultimately fall."
Elder Chi Huo's eyes showed a slight surprise before his voice turned grave.
Bam bam bam!
In the sky, the dazzling sword auras entwined, with dragon roars and wind chants echoing through heaven and earth. In a few breaths, the two's sword auras had clashed a hundred tis.
Boom!!
Again, a shocking clash of sword techniques occurred, both retreating several steps mid-air.
The fierce hundred-move battle left Qin Yang's face slightly pale, while Zhuo Bufan had a flush on his face.
"Puh!"
Zhuo Bufan spat a mouthful of blood, owing not only to the ferocious hundred-move clash but also compounded injuries from his previous fierce battle with the Wind Thunder Wolf King, forcing the blood from his mouth.
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