234: Chapter 238 A prodigy! An absolute prodigy!

Lu Fang had just finished speaking.

When he felt a strong urge to slap himself.

Tears nearly burst from his eyes.

"He's going to kill me. That Senior must have a grudge against me, right?"

Liu Chong's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He spat out only one word.

"Fine."

Then he unsheathed his longsword.

He executed his best movement technique.

As well as his most powerful sword move.

And charged forward.

He wanted to kill this bastard outright.

As for the aftermath.

The Sect Elders and others would handle it.

He truly could not endure such humiliation.

Meanwhile, Lu Fang suddenly stood up straight.

His back was rigid.

The ordinary longsword in his hand seemed to transform into a divine weapon.

Then.

A terrifying Sword Intent erupted from it.

The Disciples around the arena couldn't help but take a step back.

Because the pressure of this Sword Intent was too strong.

Making it difficult for them to bear.

Liu Chong possessed 11.2 billion tons of basic strength.

If this incomparably fierce strike landed on Lu Fang.

Lu Fang would instantly be turned into mincemeat.

But as he approached his opponent.

He immediately felt the terrifying Sword Intent coming at him.

This time.

All the Elders of the Qingyang Sect were alarmed.

One by one, they emerged from their Immortal Caves.

Wanting to see who had comprehended such Sword Intent.

Even that Elder from the Chaotian Sword Sect.

Could not help but show a look of surprise on his face.

Behind him.

A young man with a scar beneath his eye.

Who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened them for the first time.

From beginning to end.

He had never spared a glance for these ants of the Nanhua Continent.

He indeed had the right to be so arrogant.

He had awakened a Blue-grade Spiritual Root.

And possessed a Sword Dao Spiritual Skill—the Pure Yang Sword.

Now twenty-four years old.

He had already comprehended thirty percent Sword Intent.

He felt that now, even the Core Disciples of the Chaotian Sword Sect were no match for him.

Once he returned this time.

He would challenge those Core Disciples.

To step into the Hall of Core Disciples.

But now.

He felt something he had tried his hardest to comprehend ever since he awakened his Spiritual Skill.

Yet it also seemed different.

Like looking at the moon through a veil.

Too ethereal and elusive.

This feeling...

Was like a peasant at the very bottom meeting a monarch.

Although both were human.

Their levels were completely different.

This young man was Lu Jiuyang of the Chaotian Sword Sect.

At this moment, he wanted to go down and have a grand battle with that person from the Qingyang Sect.

He wanted to defeat him.

Because he now felt a sense of inferiority before him.

He did not like this feeling.

Liu Chong, sprinting at full speed, felt that immense pressure.

And was forced to stop.

His sixth sense told him.

That if he forcibly attacked that person.

He would die.

But his pride would not allow him to admit defeat.

Yet with only that slight hesitation.

Liu Chong's body, like a ragdoll.

Flew straight off the arena.

And crashed beneath the Chaotian Sword Sect's Flying Boat.

Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose.

The eyes of the Chaotian Sword Sect Elder were now filled with intense jealousy.

How could this backward Sect from a backward region on a backward continent.

Have someone with such talent?

If he were a Disciple of my Chaotian Sword Sect...

Damn it!

Such a Genius.

Must either be recruited—or destroyed.

Only the Chaotian Sword Sect on this continent is worthy of such a Prodigy.

Other Sects are not worthy!

His eyes gradually turned vicious.

Looking at Lu Jiuyang.

He commanded.

"Go, defeat him. Afterward, I will personally give you that top-tier Spiritual Sword you've always wanted."

Then he sent a secret sound transmission.

Ordering him to kill the youth.

As for the consequences.

He would handle them himself.

Hearing that the other party was offering that top-tier Spiritual Sword, which could increase one's combat power at least fivefold, as a reward.

Lu Jiuyang's eyes lit up.

A trace of greed flashed through them.

But upon hearing the transmission.

He instantly calmed down.

It was exactly what he wanted.

He truly did want to kill the person who made him feel inferior.

On the Qingyang Sect's side.

Every Disciple was stunned.

Even the Elders gathered together.

A Disciple of our Sect has comprehended Sword Intent to this level?

How is that possible?

The Elders knew their own Sect better than these Disciples.

Their Sect didn't even have a single noteworthy Sword Cultivator.

Who could guide this child to comprehend Sword Intent to such a level.

So this meant.

It might be due to a fortuitous encounter.

Of course.

For Cultivators.

Luck is also a part of one's strength.

One could even say it's the greatest advantage.

Soon.

A powerful aura emanated from the Sect.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Seeing this.

Not only the Elders but the Disciples as well.

All bowed in greeting.

The Sect Master has arrived.

He Taiqing, the Sect Master of the Qingyang Sect, nodded calmly to everyone.

Then he asked an Elder beside him.

"Do you know that child? Is he from some high-ranking Sword Dao Clan? Or does he have a famous master?"

"Otherwise, how could he have comprehended such Sword Intent? Even I have never seen anyone reach such a level of Sword Intent."

Meanwhile.

On the arena.

The true protagonist of the scene.

Lu Fang.

Was basking in endless praise and glory.

In his entire life.

He had never been the center of attention like this.

Becoming the focus of everyone's gaze.

His talent was merely good at best.

He couldn't even be considered a minor Genius.

But today.

He had followed that Senior's orders.

And made the most correct decision.

Thus enjoying treatment he had never experienced before.

He really wanted to thank that Senior.

But he didn't know who he was.