734: Chapter 735 Defeating the Prodigy!

Saint Son Xing Wuji's face turned ashen as starlight surged frantically around his body. A longsword of starlight condensed in his hand, its blade covered in Galactic Patterns, radiating a power that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth:

"Who exactly are you?! Such a Sword Dao is definitely not something an ordinary Sect could cultivate!"

Demon Son Xue Lu also stabilized himself, his devilish flames rising once more. A blood-colored demonic spear re-solidified in his hand, its tip flickering with an eerie red light as it locked onto Li Xuanfeng:

"Regardless of who you are, I will make you pay in blood for the humiliation you caused me today!"

A faint curve formed at the corner of Li Xuanfeng's mouth, and the Sword Intent in his eyes grew sharper. He slightly raised his longsword, pointing the tip directly at the two of them:

"Just a nobody. Since you two insist on determining a winner, then I shall play along and see just how much ability the Prodigies of the Immortal Realm truly possess."

Before his voice had even faded, his body moved, turning into a streak of cyan-white light. Carrying a momentum that tore through the Void Realm, he took the initiative and charged toward Saint Son Xing Wuji.

The sword light was sharp and fast as lightning, leaving only an afterimage behind. In an instant, he appeared before Saint Son Xing Wuji, his blade aimed straight for the man's brow.

Forced into a corner, Saint Son Xing Wuji hurriedly swung his sword to block. The sword lights of the two collided instantly, producing a deafening roar.

Seeing this, a murderous glint appeared in Demon Son Xue Lu's eyes. He violently hurled the blood-colored demonic spear, which, carrying endless Devilish Qi, transformed into a streak of bloody light to ambush Li Xuanfeng from the side, sealing off all his paths of retreat.

Li Xuanfeng was not the least bit afraid. With a flick of his wrist, the sword shadows hovering around him shot out instantly, blocking the blood-colored demonic spear.

At the same time, the force in his longsword did not diminish; instead, his sword momentum grew even more piercing. He actually pressed Saint Son Xing Wuji into a continuous retreat, causing the starlight around the man to become chaotic.

The spectating Cultivators were already dumbstruck. Discussions broke out again, but the previous mockery and disdain were gone, replaced only by shock and awe:

"This person's Sword Dao is simply too terrifying! Fighting one against two, and he actually has the upper hand?"

"It's more than just having the upper hand! Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu are both top Prodigies of the Immortal Realm who stepped into the Immortal King realm before reaching ten thousand years of age. Yet under this person's sword, they are almost losing the ability to even fight back!?"

In the Void Realm, Li Xuanfeng's figure was as agile as a ghost, and the longsword in his hand seemed to have a life of its own.

Every swing of his sword carried a sharpness that could slay heaven and earth. Sword shadows crisscrossed, blocking all of Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu's attacks while simultaneously launching continuous counterattacks.

Saint Son Xing Wuji's Starlight Sword Technique and Demon Son Xue Lu's Demonic Technique both appeared somewhat lackluster under his sword. They could only defend miserably, as the shock and wariness in their hearts had long since eclipsed their initial killing intent.

Li Xuanfeng's gaze narrowed as he thought to himself: Martial Uncle Gu sent me to the Immortal Realm to gain experience. I might as well use these two to test how much my Sword Dao has progressed.

He no longer held back. The Dao Power within his body circulated at full strength, and the Sword Intent around him condensed into a massive Sword Embryo. Atop the Sword Embryo, Chaos Dao Rhyme flowed, radiating a supreme Sword Dao pressure that even made heaven and earth tremble.

"Heaven Severer!"

With a low shout, Li Xuanfeng violently threw the longsword in his hand. The longsword and the Sword Embryo underwent Fusion, transforming into a cyan-white sword light that pierced through heaven and earth. With a world-destroying momentum, it blasted toward Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu simultaneously.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Void Realm shattered completely, forming a massive spatial rift. Even the divine starlight and blood-colored devilish flames were completely swallowed by this sword light.

Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu turned pale, their previous arrogance completely gone. They could feel that the power of this sword light had already exceeded the limits of what they could withstand.

The two instinctively joined forces, unleashing all their Dao Power and Demonic Techniques to condense a massive defensive barrier, hoping to block this fatal blow.

"BOOM—!!!"

The sword light slammed into the defensive barrier, and a world-shaking explosion erupted. The defensive barrier shattered instantly, and both Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Their bodies were like kites with broken strings, flying backward violently and smashing heavily onto the ground. Their internal auras were in disarray, and their Dao Power surged uncontrollably.

The starlight longsword and the blood-colored demonic spear also flew from their hands, stabbing into the ground and vibrating slightly.

Li Xuanfeng's figure slowly descended. He reached out and grasped the air, and the sword light that had pierced heaven and earth transformed back into a longsword, falling into his hand.

He brushed the dust off his clothes, his expression remaining calm, though the Sword Intent in his eyes was even more concentrated than before.

He looked at Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu, who were slumped on the ground, and said in a flat tone, "Thank you for the match."

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence once again. All the Cultivators froze in place, looking at the figure in green robes with eyes full of awe and shock.

An unknown Prodigy, with his own strength and a single sword strike, had defeated two of the Immortal Realm's top Prodigies. Such a feat was enough to shock the entire Immortal Realm!

Li Xuanfeng said no more. He took a step forward, his figure blurring as if he were about to merge into the Void Realm and disappear.

Everyone's hearts relaxed, and with endless emotion and shock, they watched this mysterious Sword Cultivator depart.

However, in the next second...

That figure, which was about to dissipate, clearly condensed back into place.

Li Xuanfeng scratched his head, a perfectly timed look of "apology" appearing on his face, as if he had just remembered something important.

He looked at Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu, who had just struggled to sit up, and spoke in a very natural tone, even carrying a hint of consultation and embarrassment:

"Um... you two, sorry to bother you."

"I was so focused on our sparring just now that I forgot to ask something."

He paused, and amidst the deathly silence and countless stunned gazes, he asked very seriously:

"Where exactly is this place?"

"..."

The blood and Qi that Saint Son Xing Wuji had just managed to suppress surged up again violently, and his vision went black.

Demon Son Xue Lu clutched his chest, pointing a finger at Li Xuanfeng. His whole body trembled, his lips quivered, and his Devilish Qi ran wild; he couldn't squeeze out a single word and nearly suffered a Qi Deviation.

In the crowd of onlookers, someone's recording stone fell to the ground with a "clack."

A gust of wind blew past, kicking up the dust of the ancient plains, but it could not blow away the extreme absurdity and deathly silence that filled the entire area.

The silence lasted for a full three breaths of time.

A Cultivator who was close by and slightly braver stammered, using all the courage of his life to answer softly, "Reporting to Senior, th-this place is the Ancient Plain of Fallen Stars..."

Hearing this, Li Xuanfeng nodded in realization, a look of 'so that's how it is' appearing on his face. He even smiled politely at the old Cultivator. "Oh, the Ancient Plain of Fallen Stars. Thanks."

Then, having received his answer, he was satisfied.

With a movement of his figure, a cyan sword light soared into the sky. This time, he truly did not linger, speeding directly toward the distant horizon.

It wasn't until that sharp and casual figure completely disappeared at the edge of the sky...

BOOM—!!!

The deathly silence of the entire scene instantly exploded!

"Wh-what kind of monster is that?! He defeated two Prodigies with one sword, and after the fight, he actually asks where this is?!"

"He didn't even know where he landed? Wh-where did this Prodigy spring from!"

"No name, no surname, just a green robe and a sword. One sword strike to break the galaxy, one sword strike to slay the blood demon..."

"Quick! Spread the news of this place immediately! A mysterious green-robed Sword Cultivator has swept aside the two great Prodigies, Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu!"

"This youth has a mysterious background and Heaven-Defying combat power. He will surely become famous in the Immortal Realm in no time!"

The clamor erupted violently, ten times more turbulent than before the battle.

Everyone was discussing frantically, shock and awe lingering in their eyes.

And in the center of the battle stage...

Saint Son Xing Wuji clutched his chest, finally suppressing his churning blood and Qi. Looking in the direction where Li Xuanfeng had disappeared, his gaze was complex to the extreme—filled with shock, anger, shame, and an even more undeniable trace of lingering fear.

"A green-robed Sword Cultivator..." he whispered to himself, his fingertips trembling slightly.

As a fellow Prodigy, he had never imagined that one day he would be defeated with such overwhelming force, and even have his spirit completely crushed by the other party in such an absurd manner.

To the side, Demon Son Xue Lu's face was so dark it looked like it could drip ink. His Devilish Qi surged incessantly, but he no longer possessed his previous arrogance.

He stared fixedly at the Void Realm, his throat moving, yet he couldn't say a single word.

Defeated.

The two of them, peerless Prodigies, had been defeated even while joining forces.

A total and utter defeat.

What made them collapse even more was that after the fight, the opponent didn't even know who they were or where this place was.

What kind of contempt was this? What kind of disregard?

Shame! A monstrous shame!

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, above the clouds.

Li Xuanfeng stood within the sword light, looking down at the longsword in his hand. Feeling his Sword Dao becoming increasingly harmonious and transparent within his body, a relaxed smile played across his lips.

"Martial Uncle Gu was right; the Prodigies of the Immortal Realm are indeed good for tempering one's sword."

In the battle just now, he had thoroughly polished and stabilized his Sword Dao, making his Immortal King Early Stage Foundation as solid as it could be.

However, as he looked up at the vast sky and then down at the mountains and rivers that stretched as far as the eye could see, that relaxed smile on his face slowly froze.

He was lost in the wind.

"Oh no..."

"Ancient Plain of Fallen Stars... I only know the name. What use is that..."