42: Chapter 42 Half-step Nascent Soul is strong? Kneel down and speak!

In mid-air, Jian Nanxin gazed at the auspicious purple Qi filling the sky, then looked at Su Feng, a trace of confusion and bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

"You are only twenty, and you are already having a child?"

Jian Nanxin frowned deeply, as if he had witnessed something incomprehensible:

"You possess such terrifying purple-gold potential; instead of thinking about shattering the firmament with martial arts and choosing a day for Ascension, you are actually wasting your prime years on mundane romance and procreation?"

"It is simply… a waste of a heavenly treasure!"

Su Feng was amused by this blockhead.

He knew that Sword Cultivators were all emotionless humanoid weapons, with nothing but swords in their brains, so he could not be bothered to argue with him.

The most important thing right now was to let Lin Qingxue give birth to their offspring safely; if Jian Nanxin wanted to chat here, then so be it.

Su Feng rolled his eyes, looking at him as if he were an idiot:

"You do not want to have children, but that does not mean others do not. Besides, having a wife, children, and a warm bed—that is the true Dao; what the hell do you know?"

Jian Nanxin pondered, seemingly carefully considering Su Feng's words.

Yang Tian's mouth twitched; he had only one thought at this moment: this Southern Region's number one Genius must have broken his brain from practicing the sword.

"I truly do not understand; I only know that the sword in my hand is the only thing that matters."

Jian Nanxin shook his head and said no more.

"Hum—!"

His body trembled as he stopped suppressing his aura.

An extremely sharp Sword Intent shot into the sky, causing fine cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

Half-step Nascent Soul!!

The entire crowd was in an uproar!

"Hiss—! Half-step Nascent Soul?! How old is he?!"

"Twenty-four! A twenty-four-year-old Half-step Nascent Soul!!"

Countless veteran Golden Core powerhouses lowered their heads in shame, and the Nascent Soul old monsters like Yang Tian of the Blazing Moon Sect also had grave expressions.

With such talent, as long as he did not die prematurely, he would definitely go to the prosperous Central Continent in the future!

Jian Nanxin stood with his sword, looking down on the crowd, his voice flat yet filled with unparalleled confidence:

"At one year old, during the 'Zhuazhou' ceremony, I abandoned the seal and chose the sword!"

"At three, I swung my sword one hundred times daily, rain or shine!"

"At five, I channeled Qi for Body Tempering, and Sword Qi entered my bones!"

"At eight, I reached Foundation Establishment; at fourteen, Core Formation; at eighteen, I mastered the 'Green Lotus Sword Song'!"

"Four months ago, in a battle in the Secret Realm, although I lost due to potential, I broke through and established something new, comprehending Sword Heart Clarity, my body without blemish, and my Dao Heart reached Perfection!"

Speaking of this, he looked at Su Feng, his eyes filled with burning Battle Intent:

"Today, I will not bully you."

"I will suppress my Realm to the Mid-stage Golden Core and fight you at the same level!"

"If you can defeat me, then I am willing to admit defeat and from now on acknowledge you as the number one person of the younger generation in the Southern Region!"

The crowd was shocked once again.

Is Jian Nanxin serious?

For the sake of "seeking the Dao", he is actually willing to bind his own hands and feet?

This also indirectly shows the importance he places on Su Feng, as well as his absolute confidence in being invincible at the same level!

However.

Su Feng, who had been silently watching Jian Nanxin finish showing off, sighed helplessly at this moment.

"The empty fame you have been pursuing, I truly do not care about."

Su Feng waved his hand, as if shooing away flies:

"As for suppressing your Realm… forget it. I am afraid I will not be able to hold back my strength and will accidentally beat you to death."

"Arrogant!!"

"This Su Feng must be insane, right? Jian Nanxin has already made a concession, and he still dares to speak so brazenly?"

Everyone laughed, thinking Su Feng did not know what was good for him.

Jian Nanxin also frowned tightly and said coldly:

"Four months ago, you were only at the Mid-stage Golden Core; no matter how high your talent is, now you are at most at the Late Golden Core Stage."

"I only broke through two Realms consecutively after comprehending Sword Heart Clarity; this is already a miracle rarely seen in ten thousand years in the cultivation world."

"Su Feng, this challenge is for me to sever my Heart Demon; I hope you can take it seriously and not ruin yourself!"

"Fine, fine, fine, I will take it seriously."

Su Feng could not be bothered to waste any more words.

He was afraid that if they kept talking, his child would already be in elementary school.

"Since you want to see it, then I will let you see."

Boom!

Su Feng stopped suppressing himself, and his aura suddenly exploded!

But what he unleashed was not spiritual energy pressure, but a burst of Pure Yang Qi so scorching that it seemed capable of melting the Void Realm!

With the 'Yellow Emperors Scripture for Courting Women' fully circulating, Su Feng's entire being seemed to transform into a dazzling sun, radiating brilliant light that blinded anyone who looked at him!

"Ugh!"

In the distance, the Saintess of the Yin Yang Sect, Shen Luoyu, who had been watching coldly, and the old woman behind her, suddenly trembled all over, their faces flushing red.

"This… could this be the Pure Yang Sacred Body?!"

Shen Luoyu stared fixedly at Su Feng, an unprecedented desire erupting in her eyes.

For someone with an Innate Yin-Yang Body like her, this aura was the most fatal temptation in the world! It was even the only key for her to break through to the Soul Transformation Realm!

"I must obtain him! At any cost!!"

Shen Luoyu secretly made up her mind.

Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield.

Su Feng was bathed in golden light, and those eyes that were originally clear black and white instantly changed.

Pupils split, overlapping shadows intertwined.

"Ancient Heavy Pupils, open!"

A destructive will from the primordial prehistoric era instantly locked onto Jian Nanxin in mid-air.

Su Feng raised his hand, pointed it at Jian Nanxin, and gently pressed down.

He softly spat out two words: "Come down!"

Rumble—!!

His words followed the Law!

Jian Nanxin, who had been standing with his sword held, looking like a Sword Immortal descended to the mortal world, suddenly felt as if a primordial divine mountain had collapsed on top of his head!

It was the dual suppression of the Law of Gravity and Divine Soul pressure!

"Crack!"

The protective Sword Qi around his body, which had been incomparably sharp, was as fragile as thin glass in the face of this power, instantly shattering!

"No—!!"

Jian Nanxin roared in anger, wanting to resist, but found that he could not even move a single finger.

No longer able to maintain his arrogant posture in the air, his entire body was slammed toward the ground by that invisible giant hand like a meteorite!

"Bang!!!"

With a loud noise, dust flew everywhere.

When the dust settled, everyone gasped.

They saw Jian Nanxin, who had been insufferably arrogant just a moment ago, now kneeling on one knee, the bluestone slab beneath his knee already shattered, sinking deep into the soil.

If not for him instinctively propping his life-bound ancient sword in front of him, struggling to support his last bit of dignity, he would likely be kneeling on both knees, prostrate on the ground by now!

Humiliation!

For a proud Sword Cultivator, this was a greater humiliation than being killed!

He came to challenge, but ended up not even drawing his sword before being pressed to the ground by the opponent's finger from a distance?!

"Stop!!"

In the distance, the Late Nascent Soul Stage guardian of the Heavenly Sword Sect saw this, his eyes splitting with rage, and he shouted angrily as he prepared to rush forward to rescue him.

However.

"Hum!"

A deep voice filled with killing intent suddenly rang out over Azure Cloud City, locking onto that guardian.

"For an old guy to interfere in a battle between young people… it is a bit lacking in decorum, is it not?"

The Great Qin Ancestor, Ying Zheng, had appeared in mid-air at some unknown point, a black dragon shadow roaring behind him, the aura of his Nascent Soul Great Perfection pressing toward the Heavenly Sword Sect camp without reservation.

That guardian's expression stiffened, and he stopped in his tracks, cold sweat streaming down.

At this moment, the entire scene was deathly silent.

Everyone looked in terror at the young man standing in front of the Formation, dressed in white as snow.

Suppressing a Half-step Nascent Soul with one finger?

This… what kind of monster is he?!