43: The Seventh Sword, Wu Zun——

Myriad Souls Banner?

Bah! Bah! Bah!

What Myriad Souls Banner!

This is the Human Emperor Banner!

"Damn it—"

"Where did this little bastard learn his Sword Art? He can actually unleash such terrifying combat power!"

Lu Xuanzong was completely astonished.

Three sword strikes attacked simultaneously, like three unstoppable storms. The sheer Sword Intent and Sword Qi from them made his robes flutter wildly and his face sting.

"Boom!!!"

Finally.

As Lu Xuanzong was forced to retreat several steps.

The first of Chen Qingfeng's three sword strikes had already heavily slashed down onto his Golden Core Qi shield.

"Crack—"

The Qi shield shook violently.

It made him stagger back another dozen steps.

When he looked up again, he saw cracks already appearing and spreading across the Qi shield, which was glowing with golden light.

"Boom!!!"

Suddenly.

Another sword strike swiftly descended.

At this moment.

Lu Xuanzong's Qi shield finally completely shattered.

And his entire body was sent flying through the air, heavily knocked back by Chen Qingfeng's sword strike.

"Old Lu—"

"This Disciple is no ordinary Core Formation Disciple. Under this sword, you can't hold back anymore. You must make your move!"

Outside the arena.

Sword Qi surged.

Wan Jianyi was the first who couldn't help but speak up to remind him.

He was a Sword Cultivator.

Therefore.

He could best understand the terror of Chen Qingfeng's three sword moves.

Boundless Sword.

Absolute Sword.

Netherworld Sword!

This Netherworld Sword was the most terrifying.

Like a giant sword flying out from the depths of Hell, carrying a deathly aura that hooked people's Souls, making their Souls tremble.

Wan Jianyi couldn't have imagined.

Every sword in the Sword Art Chen Qingfeng Cultivated was unrelated.

And every sword was completely different.

It was as if.

He wasn't Cultivating one Sword Art.

But had Cultivated countless Sword Arts, unleashing countless sword moves!

"Do I still need your reminder, old man?"

"Hmph—"

The third sword strike came overwhelmingly.

In the air.

The hysterical wails of ghosts echoed.

Lu Xuanzong dared not delay any longer.

After his body hastily flew back and landed, he immediately raised his arm and, with the power of his Golden Core, unleashed a majestic palm strike towards the Netherworld Sword.

"Boom!!!"

The palm strike surged forth.

Directly meeting the Netherworld Sword's strike.

The two attacks clashed, tearing and colliding in mid-air. Finally, the light of the palm strike was swallowed by the sword strike, and the Netherworld Sword directly slashed towards Lu Xuanzong's body.

"This..."

"How is this possible?"

Bang!

In an instant.

The sword strike rolled down.

Like an unending river, it instantly engulfed Lu Xuanzong's entire body.

"Master—"

"Peak Master—"

For a moment.

Exclamations rose all around.

Everyone from Tianyi Sect on the entire field was stunned.

Defeated?

A mighty Golden Core Stage!

The Peak Master of Eight Treasures Peak, one of the twelve peaks!

Actually...

Was defeated by a Core Formation Disciple?

"As that kid said, Cultivation achieved by force-feeding Medicinal Pills is like a house built with mud—it looks good but is useless!"

"Who would have thought that Lu Xuanzong, a dignified Peak Master in the Late Stage of Golden Core, would be so vulnerable."

"At first, I thought he was very powerful, but it turns out he's nothing special!"

"I estimate that for this bunch of alchemists, every single one of them, their true Cultivation and actual combat power comparison must be cut by at least one-third."

Dust rolled across the field.

Everyone began to discuss.

As everyone's gaze was fixed on the center of the field, waiting for the smoke to clear to see Lu Xuanzong's current state.

A tattered figure suddenly shot up from the ground.

He was no one else!

It was Lu Xuanzong, the Peak Master of Eight Treasures Peak, one of the twelve peaks of Tianyi Sect.

At this moment, he was disheveled.

His clothes were torn.

His entire being looked haggard and miserable, standing in mid-air, appearing extremely twisted and ferocious.

"Originally—"

"This old man thought you were young and reckless, but possessed considerable talent, and intended to spare your life, allowing you to live on in this Mortal World!"

"But alas, you rejected several opportunities, so don't blame this old man for disregarding sentiment and leaving no room for retreat, using your life to establish the dignity of my Eight Treasures Peak!"

Lu Xuanzong roared savagely.

He flipped his palm in the air, and an egg-sized bronze Cauldron instantly appeared in his hand.

He extended his middle finger, bit his fingertip, and after dripping a drop of his essence blood onto this bronze Cauldron—

"Buzz—"

The Cauldron suddenly burst into brilliant light.

It instantly transformed into a massive object.

Almost before anyone in the entire arena could react, with a "dong" sound, the Cauldron had already overturned, completely covering the area of several dozen feet where Chen Qingfeng was.

"High-grade Magical Artifact—"

"Nine Nether Leaving Fire Cauldron—"

"It's over!"

"We just said alchemists' combat power was lacking, and Lu Xuanzong pulled out his Natal Pill Furnace. We all seemed to have forgotten about that."

"Every alchemist has their Natal Pill Furnace, and a Pill Furnace is also a Magic Treasure. Once someone is drawn into it, they will truly be refined into a Medicinal Pill!"

This is bad.

If it were just an ordinary Magic Treasure, there would still be hope.

But a high-grade Magical Artifact has eighteen Restrictions alone, and each Restriction contains a trace of elemental power.

Especially a Magic Treasure like a Pill Furnace; its attributes are almost uniformly fire-attributed.

Once inside, it's certain death!

"Rise!!!"

Sure enough.

Just as the surrounding crowd was discussing, with a command from Lu Xuanzong, his Nine Nether Leaving Fire Cauldron instantly ignited with streams of elemental fire.

"Chen Qingfeng—"

For a moment.

Su Meier outside the arena suddenly became anxious.

She let out a sharp cry, then quickly turned to face her Master, begging Dayan Peak Master Yang Dingtian:

"Master, please save Chen Qingfeng!"

"He cannot die!!!"

Not far away.

Yin Rushuang and Tong Shuyao's faces also changed instantly.

Without any hesitation, both of them simultaneously faced Luo Hongchen, bowing in unison, wanting to ask Luo Hongchen for help.

However.

Unfortunately.

Almost before Yang Dingtian and Luo Hongchen outside the arena could make a move, intense vibrations suddenly emanated from the Nine Nether Leaving Fire Cauldron standing in the center of the field.

"Dong—"

A loud bang.

It was the sound of heavy force striking the Cauldron.

"Dong—"

Two loud bangs.

The body of the entire Nine Nether Leaving Fire Cauldron already had fine cracks.

"Dong—"

Three loud bangs.

The cracks spread, the Restrictions extinguished, and the Cauldron's body began to crack.

Until...

"Dong dong dong—"

The fourth sound.

The fifth sound.

The sixth sound.

Several consecutive loud bangs echoed one after another, and the Nine Nether Leaving Fire Cauldron, which Lu Xuanzong regarded as a precious treasure, suddenly exploded with a roar.

"Dustless Sword Art!"

"Seventh Sword!"

"No Honor—"

You damn well die for me!

Son of a bitch!

Damn it!!!