374: Chapter 374 The Chaos Tree

"I... I didn't!" Xun Luoyuan's cheeks flushed as she stubbornly denied it.

As they spoke, Xun Yu's Breaking Formation Slash Sword Beam had already closed in on them.

However, Feng Ming stood his ground without moving a muscle. Not only did he not strike back, but his eyes also lit up as he stared intently at the sword beam, his face filled with pleasant surprise.

"What a Move! Truly a peerless sword Move!" Feng Ming murmured to himself. Simultaneously, he clearly sensed the top-tier Sword Dao light orb on the chaos tree within his body erupting with light, faintly beginning to expand.

His Sword Dao was autonomously comprehending and progressing. Merely observing this Breaking Formation Slash was causing his Sword Dao to grow at a rapid pace, which spoke volumes about the Move's power and high Concept.

"As expected of the Dragon Capturing Three Swords created by King Xibei. Just the first style alone can push my Sword Dao a step further! If I can comprehend all three styles, my Sword Dao Realm will surely achieve a Breakthrough!"

Feng Ming was filled with anticipation. At that moment, the Breaking Formation Slash Sword Beam arrived before him. Feng Ming still didn't dodge; instead, as if admiring a precious treasure, he slowly raised his hand and gently reached out to touch the sword beam.

*Bang!*

The instant his fingertip touched the sword beam, the sharp Qi sliced his finger. Feng Ming's figure retreated several steps before he managed to stabilize himself. This scene left Xun Yu and Xun Luoyuan stunned. Even King Xibei, up in the mid-air pavilion, furrowed his brows, puzzled by the meaning behind Feng Ming's actions.

"What on earth are you doing? Why aren't you fighting back?" Xun Luoyuan asked urgently.

Xun Yu also looked confused.

Feng Ming waved his hand and smiled, "This Breaking Formation Slash is too exquisite. I was momentarily immersed in comprehension and missed the timing to strike."

Having said that, he looked at Xun Yu with burning eyes: "The Xun Luoyuan just said this is the first style of the Dragon Capturing Three Swords. That means there are two more, right?"

"That's right," Xun Yu nodded.

Feng Ming immediately urged him: "In that case, Brother Xun, there's no need to hold back. Strike quickly and let me see the power of the remaining two swords!"

Xun Yu's expression darkened: "You're actually using me to practice your sword? Since you are so arrogant, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Anger surged within Xun Yu as he prepared to strike with his sword again.

Xun Luoyuan hurried to stop him: "Brother Xun, stay calm!"

She turned to Feng Ming and said urgently: "Feng Ming, have you lost your mind? The Dragon Capturing Three Swords created by my father are battlefield killing Moves. The latter two styles are far more powerful than the Breaking Formation Slash!"

Feng Ming smiled nonchalantly: "It's fine. If we are only comparing sword Moves, I have enough to protect myself."

"Brother Xun, just strike. Bring it on!"

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Everyone was left utterly speechless by Feng Ming's actions.

Especially King Xibei, who was suspended on the mid-air corridor.

These were killing sword Moves he had personally created, yet in Feng Ming's hands, they had become whetstones to polish his own Sword Dao. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

But at the same time, a hint of alarm quietly surfaced in King Xibei's heart.

To be able to use his Dragon Capturing Swords as whetstones was enough to show that Feng Ming's talent and Foundation in the Sword Dao were anything but ordinary.

Xun Yu didn't have such a good temper.

Being urged repeatedly by Feng Ming, he said no more and flicked his long sword into the air.

In an instant, an incomparably sharp sword beam slashed straight out.

This time, the sword beam suddenly made a ninety-degree turn. It was no longer a horizontal slash but had transformed into a vertical arc. Everywhere it passed, the ground was plowed into a bottomless sword trench!

"This is the Trapping Formation Slash! Feng Ming, be careful!"

Even though Feng Ming looked confident, Xun Luoyuan on the side still couldn't help but shout a warning.

Feng Ming nodded slightly, but his gaze remained locked onto that Trapping Formation Slash from start to finish.

Unlike the previous Breaking Formation Slash, the Aura of the Trapping Formation Slash was clearly more magnificent, sharper, and more ruthless.

If the Breaking Formation Slash broke a line of defense, then the Trapping Formation Slash attacked a line of death.

This sword technique seemed simple, but only those who had experienced the slaughter of the battlefield would understand that such straightforward killing Moves were the most lethal and practical on the battlefield.

The battlefield is not a martial arts stage; every strike is only intended to kill.

If you don't kill the enemy, the enemy will kill you.

These sword techniques, polished through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, were the ones that truly understood slaughter and life and death.

Feng Ming stared at the Trapping Formation Slash, his eyes burning like fire.

Within his Dantian, the Sword Dao light orb of the chaos tree suddenly lit up. Its light exploded as it frantically absorbed the essence of the Sword Intent from the Trapping Formation Slash before him, growing incessantly like a sponge soaking up water.

*Bang!*

Without any surprise, the Trapping Formation Slash slammed heavily into Feng Ming's body.

However, relying on the feedback from the chaos tree, his Physical Body strength had already become comparable to a Mahayana Realm ninth-layer Cultivator.

Under the circumstances where Xun Yu deliberately suppressed his strength and only used sword Moves, it couldn't wound him in the slightest.

"Continue, continue!"

Feng Ming's eyes were burning as he urged repeatedly.

Fang Zhao, Xun Luoyuan, and the others on the side were already dumbfounded.

Fang Zhao couldn't help but lean toward Xun Luoyuan and ask in a low voice:

"Xun Luoyuan, this person Your Majesty chose for you... why does he look like he has a fetish for being beaten to polish his sword?"

"Could there really be something wrong with his head?"

Xun Luoyuan rolled her eyes helplessly:

"His head is perfectly fine!"

"I think he's just like Xun Yu, a complete Sword Nut!"

"Ignore them, let them toss about, we'll just watch the show."

Fang Zhao nodded and said no more.

He also understood that many Sword Cultivators would become obsessed to the point of losing themselves once they encountered a Sword Dao Opportunity.

At this moment, Xun Yu had become somewhat impatient.

He had unleashed two swords in a row, yet Feng Ming hadn't even struck back, clearly treating him as a free sparring partner.

Xun Yu immediately stomped his foot and soared into the sky. Hovering in mid-air, he shouted in a deep voice: "Don't you want to practice your sword? Practicing so slowly is too inefficient! If you truly have the heart of a Sword Cultivator, then stand there and don't Move! I want to see how far you can go for the sake of the Sword Dao!"

As his voice fell, the Aura around Xun Yu's body suddenly underwent a drastic change.

It was no longer the peaceful breath of an ordinary Sword Cultivator, but a terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble—

It was precisely the overbearing fluctuation unique to the Nine-Rank Celestial King Realm.

The expressions of Xun Luoyuan and Fang Zhao changed drastically.

Even King Xibei on the corridor tightened his brow.

He had only asked Xun Yu to test Feng Ming's depth; he hadn't intended for him to actually use a killing blow.

Feng Ming was, after all, the person designated for the marriage contract by King Haoyue. If he died at his own hands just after arriving in Xun Prefecture, it would be no different from slapping King Haoyue's face in public.

Xun Luoyuan hurriedly cried out:

"Brother Xun! What are you doing? Feng Ming is only at the Mahayana Realm, you'll kill him!"

"Old Xun, you're crazy! If you really kill him by mistake and King Haoyue blames us, who can bear the responsibility!"

Fang Zhao also shouted urgently, but Xun Yu only gave a faint smile: "I know what I'm doing, I won't take his life. But kid, do you dare to take it? Suppressing strength to only compare Moves can certainly show the gap, but comparing swords and practicing swords are two different things!"

"Didn't you want to use me to practice your sword? Without experiencing the line between life and death, without feeling the tempering of your Dao Heart in that instant, what kind of sword are you practicing? I only ask you one thing: do you dare to take this strike from a Nine-Rank Celestial King Realm? I won't kill you, but you—do you dare?"