Defeated Luo Feng with a single sword strike and killed Mo Wu
“Arrogant brat, die!”
Mo Wu could no longer restrain his murderous intent. With a furious roar, his figure moved like lightning, launching the first attack!
Spiritual power surged around him, releasing the pressure of the Late Stage Soul Transformation, and Earthen Radiance seemed to flicker on his fists.
“Mountain Crushing Earth Splitting Fist”
A Fist Radiance, carrying the momentum of collapsing mountains and splitting stones, blasted out from Mo Wu's right hand, aiming straight for Chen Yuan's face!
Although Luo Feng, standing nearby, was displeased with Chen Yuan's arrogance, his pride as the twelfth ranked on the Heaven List prevented him from teaming up with Mo Wu to gang up on an Early Stage Soul Transformation cultivator.
It would be beneath him.
He did not immediately make a move, instead watching coldly, wanting to see how Chen Yuan would handle Mo Wu's furious strike.
Perhaps after this punch, Chen Yuan would perish and his Dao would vanish.
Facing Mo Wu's incomparably fierce punch, Chen Yuan neither dodged nor retreated.
Just as the giant rock fist was about to strike him, suddenly, and without anyone noticing, his left hand was already supporting an Ancient Zither—it was the ink string sword zither, the emperor rank dharma artifact rewarded by the System.
His right hand's five fingers lightly swept across the zither strings like a butterfly flitting through flowers!
“Buzz—!”
A highly penetrating Zither Sound suddenly rang out!
The Sound Waves solidified into substance, transforming into circles of light blue ripples that spread out, centered on Chen Yuan!
Mo Wu's Mountain Crushing Fist Radiance instantly slowed down upon contact with the Sound Wave Ripples, and the Earthen Radiance condensed upon it trembled violently, as if it were about to dissipate at any moment!
“What?!”
Mo Wu's expression changed drastically. He felt a bizarre power transmit through his Fist Force, which not only neutralized his attack but also shook his Qi and blood, causing them to churn!
How was this possible? He was deeply shocked.
Chen Yuan's eyes were sharp, his Three Realm Zither Dao fully activated, and three inches of his nine-inch Dantian burned.
His right hand's five fingers suddenly accelerated, rapidly plucking the zither strings!
“Spiritual Sound Art.”
“Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!”
Waves of sound, sharp as sword blades, whistled out, striking Mo Wu from all directions!
Every Sound Wave contained a bizarre power capable of cutting the Divine Soul and shaking the Meridians!
Mo Wu was greatly alarmed, hastily circulating his spiritual power to set up layers of defense in front of him.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The Sound Waves violently collided with the Protective Barrier, producing continuous explosions.
Mo Wu was beaten back repeatedly, only able to parry and completely unable to fight back, appearing utterly miserable!
The defense he was so proud of was like paper mache before Chen Yuan's strange sound wave attacks!
The crowd below the stage watched in stunned silence!
An Early Stage Soul Transformation cultivator actually suppressing a Late Stage Soul Transformation cultivator?
This completely overturned their understanding!
Luo Feng's pupils contracted sharply. The contempt on his face finally vanished, replaced by extreme solemnity.
He could tell that Chen Yuan's Sound Wave attack was not only incredibly powerful but also contained a Spiritual Charm. Upon closer inspection, the Sound Waves had actually materialized into swords.
He was astonished. Zither Intent materialized—Chen Yuan was actually a Three Realm Zither Cultivator.
“I can't wait any longer!” Luo Feng's thoughts raced. He knew that if he didn't act now, Mo Wu probably wouldn't last ten breaths!
“Wind Splitting Divine Art!”
Luo Feng let out a low shout, both hands striking out simultaneously. A Wind Splitting Divine Rainbow surged from his palms, carrying the momentum of sweeping away clouds, instantly blasting towards the back of Chen Yuan's heart!
This divine rainbow was silent and traceless, yet vicious and cunning.
A pincer attack!
The crowd below the stage couldn't help but gasp in surprise, and Ye Baixi and the two other girls covered their mouths nervously.
However, Chen Yuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. The instant Luo Feng attacked, the thumb of his zither-holding left hand pressed down on the Ink Jade Clasp at the end of the zither.
“Click!”
The ink string sword zither split vertically down the middle, and a long sword, radiating cold light and faintly patterned with Silver Flood Dragon Markings, abruptly appeared in his hand.
With the sword in hand, Chen Yuan's Aura changed again!
The previous elegance and agility instantly transformed into soaring, sharp Sword Intent!
He didn't even turn his head, swinging his sword backward in a backhand strike!
“Ching—!”
A clear, ringing Sword Cry echoed through the clouds, and a silvery Sword Light, like the Nine Heavens' Silver River pouring down, precisely struck Luo Feng's Wind Splitting Divine Rainbow!
“Boom!!!”
The two powerful forces fiercely collided, erupting in dazzling light and Qi Waves!
What made everyone incredulous was that the divine rainbow Luo Feng condensed was instantly cut into nothingness the moment it touched the silver flood dragon sword Light.
That silvery Sword Light, after shattering the Wind Splitting Divine Rainbow, lost none of its Divine Might and directly slammed into the unprepared Luo Feng's chest!
“Pfft—!”
Luo Feng was hit hard, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing directly outside the bounds of the Martial Arts Arena and landing heavily on the ground, struggling a few times but unable to get up immediately!
A dead silence!
Everyone was petrified, staring blankly at Chen Yuan standing on the stage holding his sword, and Luo Feng, defeated and battered, below the stage.
One move!
Only one move!
While dealing with Mo Wu's attack, Chen Yuan used a backhand sword strike to heavily injure and send flying Luo Feng, the Nascent Soul Perfection Stage cultivator ranked twelfth on the Heaven List?!
How was this possible?!
Luo Feng hadn't even used his Purple Mansion Divine Ability, nor had he managed to utilize his Primordial Spirit.
“No... impossible...”
Mo Wu looked at the scene before him, his mind blank. Endless fear instantly overwhelmed him like a tide.
If even Luo Feng couldn't withstand one sword strike from Chen Yuan, how could he possibly be an opponent?
Chen Yuan slowly turned around, his gaze calmly fixed on Mo Wu, who was pale-faced and trembling all over. That look was like a lofty deity looking down upon a tiny ant.
“Now, it's your turn.” Chen Yuan's voice was soft, yet it carried a chill that could freeze the Soul.
His Aura soared to the sky, and an invisible Primordial Spirit Divine Might firmly locked onto him, shattering his psychological defenses.
It depended on whether he was a hard bone.
If he was someone who feared death, those old fellows above probably wouldn't step in to save him.
Moreover, everything was done according to the rules.
“No! Don't! Senior Brother Chen! Grandpa Chen! I was wrong! I was really wrong!”
Mo Wu's psychological defenses immediately collapsed. He plopped down onto his knees, tears and snot streaming down his face, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy. “I was blind! I was pig-headed!
Please spare me! I'll give you all my savings! I'll immediately scram out of Xuantian Sect! Please don't kill me!”
He looked at the bloody Life-and-Death Contract on the ground, and endless regret flooded his heart.
Chen Yuan's eyes were icy, without the slightest fluctuation.
Since Mo Wu dared to covet Liu Meier and signed the Life-and-Death Contract, he had to be prepared to pay with his life.
In the sky above, Sect Master and the other Elders secretly shook their heads, and Elder Yuan Zhougang, who had originally intended to save Mo Wu, turned ashen.
Mo Wu's Heart-Nature was actually so poor. If he were captured by a hostile Sect, wouldn't he reveal Heavenly Secrets?
“The Life-and-Death Contract has been signed, and the Power of the Rules is set.”
Chen Yuan slowly raised the silver flood dragon sword in his hand. The Silver Flood Dragon Pattern on the sword body seemed to come alive, emitting a bloodthirsty light. “In your next life, keep your eyes open. There are some people you cannot afford to provoke.”
Before his voice fell, the Sword Light flashed!
The Sword Light streaked across the Void Realm.
Mo Wu's plea for mercy came to an abrupt halt. He widened his eyes, his pupils filled with endless fear and disbelief.
A thin streak of blood appeared from his brow, quickly spreading downwards.
The next moment, his body, along with the Primordial Spirit within, silently perished under that Sword Qi, turning into dust and dissipating in the air.
Only the Heaven List Token representing his identity and his storage ring “clanged” onto the Martial Arts Arena.
The entire Dao Discussion Peak was silent.
A breeze swept by, yet it couldn't disperse the bloody smell and the bone-chilling coldness lingering in the air.
Everyone's gaze was focused on the center of the Martial Arts Arena, on that figure in green robes, holding a sword, with an indifferent expression.
Chen Yuan, with his Early Soul Transformation Stage cultivation, defeated Luo Feng with one sword strike and killed Mo Wu in a single thought!