223: Physical Martial King

As Feng Aotian silently recited in his heart, a moment later, an extremely surging Soul power erupted from the ring on his hand.

The burst of this Soul power further enhanced Feng Aotian's strength, allowing him to draw upon more of the world's Spiritual Qi.

The power boost from the Blood Wolf Cavalry behind him alone had already elevated Feng Aotian's strength to the Heavenly Martial Realm second layer.

Now, with Old Soul's assistance, Feng Aotian's own Spiritual Qi fluctuations instantly surged to the Heavenly Martial Realm third layer!

In the distance, above the Fenglan Sword Sect mountain gate, Sect Master Feng Wankun and his group all looked up and gazed.

They naturally had to pay attention to this battle.

Not only did they need to see the strength of these two Saints, but also their performance, as it was now time for the final alignment.

If Feng Aotian succeeded, the Sect Master's lineage would continue to flourish.

If Ji Fanhe succeeded, some people would start thinking about quickly finding a way to side with the Grand Elder, as only then could they preserve themselves in this turbulent river of contention.

However, these people, full of anticipation, had barely taken their positions when they saw Ji Fanhe and his group completely annihilated, burned and slain, each reduced to ashes by the flames.

Immediately, many who belonged to the Grand Elder's faction wanted to step forward to help.

But they quickly met Sect Master Feng Wankun's sharp and powerful gaze, and for a moment, everyone stopped their actions and retreated back into their ranks.

Was the meaning not clear enough?

Ji Fanhe was dead now!

If they blindly rushed forward at this moment, they would only end up as loyal traitors, and it wouldn't be long before they were purged by the Sect Master.

So, one by one, they remained still, and could only mourn for Ji Fanhe in their hearts.

They even suspected that Jiang Chen was specially brought by the Sect Master; first he killed Murong Gui, and now Ji Fanhe.

In the end, only Feng Aotian remained.

However, this was just a hypothesis.

Everyone continued to watch the battle.

However, they were all prepared to act, as Feng Aotian was the last remaining Saint of their Sect, so he absolutely had to be protected.

But seeing Feng Wankun's calm expression, they were no longer anxious; they would simply follow the Feng Wankun's lead.

Soon, they saw that Feng Aotian had also drawn upon the world's Spiritual Qi, indicating that his strength had reached the Heavenly Martial Realm.

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

No wonder Feng Wankun remained so calm until now; he had known all along that Feng Aotian's strength was so formidable.

"Congratulations, Feng Wankun! The Saint has actually broken through to the Heavenly Martial Realm! Even if he doesn't kill Jiang Chen, he is still the Fenglan Sword Sect's well-deserved Dao Child!"

"That's right, Saint Feng Aotian is indeed profound and just! Despite having broken through to the Heavenly Martial Realm, he still chose to compete fairly with Ji Fanhe. Such character is truly rare!"

"Saint Feng Aotian, at such a young age, has broken through to the Heavenly Martial Realm, making him the undisputed number one among the younger generation of the Great Lan Dynasty! Even among the Prodigies of the Lingcang Domain, he would rank among the best!"

When Feng Aotian displayed his Heavenly Martial Realm strength, these Elders immediately began to praise him.

Even those who had previously strongly supported Ji Fanhe now completely changed their stance and praised Feng Aotian's strength.

"Haha... Elders, you flatter me. No matter who becomes the Saint, they serve the Sect! Ji Fanhe's fate is a bit regrettable, but destiny is unpredictable, after all."

Feng Wankun chuckled, speaking neither coldly nor warmly.

He knew Feng Aotian had hidden some abilities, but he hadn't expected Feng Aotian to display such formidable strength.

It seemed that the Fenglan Sword Sect still belonged to their Feng family!

The surging Spiritual Qi of the world circulated and swirled around Feng Aotian.

The Qi formed resembled countless devouring wind spheres, encircling his body.

Feng Aotian's figure also rose into the air.

Holding a long sword, protected by hundreds of devouring wind spheres, he arrived opposite Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Chen, do you really think that with your meager talent and so-called fortuitous encounters, you can compare to a Prodigy like me?"

"In terms of talent, background, and vision, you are inferior to me."

"You are nothing more than an ant that got a little lucky and managed to glimpse a corner of the vast sky."

"An ant, after all, is just an ant!"

Feng Aotian said indifferently.

After hiding for so long, he finally revealed his full strength. At this moment, Feng Aotian had absolute confidence that he was the true king of this world!

But suddenly, Feng Aotian realized that Jiang Chen's figure had vanished.

The next moment, Feng Aotian felt a strong gust of wind assault him from behind.

Jiang Chen had no intention of chatting with him at all.

A cold light also flashed in Feng Aotian's eyes.

Bastard, how dare he ignore me!

Feng Aotian pointed his long sword, and the devouring wind spheres surrounding him rapidly expanded, covering a hundred-zhang radius around him.

"Boom!"

The blade light that Jiang Chen struck out was still completely devoured by the devouring wind spheres.

"I found you!"

"Die for me!"

Feng Aotian snorted coldly, and at the same time, released his most powerful force.

In an instant, all the devouring wind spheres rapidly swirled towards Jiang Chen.

When Feng Aotian saw Jiang Chen surrounded by the devouring wind spheres, a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's over."

"Explode!"

As Feng Aotian's words fell, countless devouring wind spheres transformed into a terrifying storm of Sword Qi wind blades.

It was like a tsunami crashing head-on towards you.

Rumble!

Even the surrounding space rippled.

Feng Aotian was very satisfied with this move of his.

To survive this move is simply impossible... "Impossible!"

Feng Aotian's pupils constricted.

He saw Jiang Chen bathed in a golden light of body tempering.

The terrifying explosion just now had failed to inflict any damage on Jiang Chen.

But at this moment, Jiang Chen had a calm expression.

"Is that all?"

"Your full-power strike was just to ruin my clothes?"

"You're truly despicable."

There was a nail-sized tear on the hem of Jiang Chen's clothes.

Feng Aotian's eyes widened instantly.

Are you even speaking human language, kid?

What do you mean, a full-power strike was just to ruin your clothes?

You don't even know how your clothes got ruined.

Maybe they got ruined while fighting with a woman!

Of course, Feng Aotian didn't have so many thoughts at this moment.

The next moment, Jiang Chen swung his blade.

Boom!

As Jiang Chen swung his blade, the blade's edge actually tore open space.

A spatial rift appeared.

"Spa... spatial rift..."

"Old Soul, didn't you say he was only at the Heavenly Martial Realm first layer!"

At the same time, the hidden Old Soul cried out in terror.

"Not good..."

"His Physical Body strength exceeds two million jin!"

"He is a Physical Body Martial King!"