As Ying Beifu's expression turned grim, strands of terrifying, boundless sword energy began to emanate from him. He seemed to have truly transformed into countless fearsome blades, reaching an extreme of sharpness.
The powerful figures from the major martial arts families of Tianchu City quickly retreated. Even from hundreds of meters away, they felt a chill run through their bodies, as if a sharp sword hung over their heads, posing a fatal threat. Even the peak Xuan Gang realm experts could not remain in such a terrifying pressure for even a moment. Even the patriarchs of the Jiang, Ding, and Nong families, who were as strong as Quasi Heavenly Origin realm experts, dared not act rashly, retreating in shock.
Too strong! Too terrifying! Is this the Sword Dao Grandmaster of the Heavenly Origin realm! It felt as if all their lives were in Ying Beifu's control, that he could dismember them into ten thousand pieces with a mere flick of his wrist.
"Damn, this swordsman is so strong. Can brother-in-law handle him..." Lan Junjie gritted his teeth and muttered, his heart filled with anxiety.
"Alas! It's all my fault. Our family was living a good life in Jiangnan City. I thought about returning to the Lan clan, but if I harm Xiao Fan, I won't be able to live with myself. I might as well die to atone to Xiao Fan!" Lan Tianxiong anxiously hammered his own head with his fist, filled with extreme regret.
Li Huimei's lips trembled in fear, unable to speak. Beside her, Lan Xueyi, though pale with fear, still had a flicker of light in her eyes. She believed in Ling Fan! If even the terrifying Nine Deaths Spiritual Phoenix Body's blood tribulation could not harm Ling Fan, who else in this world could stop his progress?
"Kill him, kill him!"
On the Lan clan's side, led by the Old Madam Lan, the members of the Lan clan stared intently at the arena. Under their gaze, Ying Beifu made his move. He held his sword in one hand and simply extended the other. As he clenched his palm, boundless sword energy poured out like a surging river, emitting a sharp and peerless terrifying aura, sweeping towards Ling Fan.
Boom!
The ground cracked open, and countless tables and chairs shattered. Wherever the sword energy passed, it left a mess. In the blink of an eye, the terrifying sword energy reached Ling Fan. Ling Fan casually waved his hand, and streams of martial qi flowed, forming a martial qi protective shield about three meters in diameter. The surging sword qi impacted this martial qi shield, instantly producing crisp clanging sounds. Then, to everyone's disbelief, the sword qi, which seemed capable of cleaving everything, was directly deflected. It split into countless threads, flowing along the martial qi shield. Those sword energies landed behind Ling Fan. In an instant, the tall and magnificent buildings not far behind Ling Fan were torn to shreds by the sword energy.
He blocked it! Everyone was greatly astonished. This was the sharp and peerless strike of a Sword Dao Grandmaster. Ordinary grandmasters would likely be troubled and dare not face such an attack head-on. However, Ling Fan remained unmoved. He had blocked this terrifying strike with just his martial qi shield. Was he still human?
"He... he's only in the Xuan Gang realm..." someone trembled. They had thought that Ling Fan, who could kill the Dark Martial Hall Master, was at least in the Quasi Heavenly Origin realm, but who would have thought Ling Fan's cultivation was only Xuan Gang!
On the Lan clan's side, the Old Madam Lan and the others were deeply shocked. At the same time, they were very disappointed.
"Mr. Ling is even stronger than when he was in Xingsha City!" Chu Tiange sighed with emotion.
"Brother-in-law is awesome!" Lan Junjie quietly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but cheer.
Lan Tianxiong and Li Huimei, husband and wife, held each other's hands tightly and nodded.
"It seems you really killed the Dark Martial Hall Master." Ying Beifu's expression did not change much. This strike was merely a casual probe. Since Ling Fan could kill the Dark Martial Hall Master, he must possess actual Grandmaster-level strength. He just didn't expect Ling Fan to be only in the Xuan Gang realm. To kill a Heavenly Origin realm expert with Xuan Gang... even if it was just the Dark Martial Hall Master, whose potential was exhausted and could only be considered an ordinary Heavenly Origin realm expert, it was still astonishing! He was simply a monstrous talent. If Ling Fan were not so arrogant and presumptuous, he would not have been willing to kill such a gifted prodigy.
He shook his head and continued, "However, this is not the capital for you to be presumptuous before me and Miyun Mountain. Do you think that because you can kill the Dark Martial Hall Master, you can look down on all Heavenly Origin realm Grandmasters?" Ying Beifu sneered with a hint of arrogance. "Do you know that there are differences between Grandmasters!" "If the Dark Martial Hall Master were here, killing him would be a matter of a single sword for me." "Killing you is the same!"
Ying Beifu proudly drew his sword. In an instant, heaven and earth lost their color, and a blinding stream of light split the world. It was a terrifying sword energy that seemed capable of piercing through heaven and earth, shooting out from the slender ancient sword in Ying Beifu's hand. More than thirty golden inscription patterns on the sword body lit up in succession. This was one of the strongest spiritual weapons of Miyun Mountain.
The Profound Grade Low-tier Spiritual Sword—Flowing Blade Clear Wind!
As this treasure sword unleashed the full brilliance of a Profound Grade spiritual weapon, empowered by its terrifying strength, Ying Beifu's strike became even more terrifying. Endless sword energy surged, rising steadily! For a moment, an incredibly oppressive pressure weighed down on everyone's hearts like a massive boulder, making it difficult to breathe.
Swish!
The rolling sword energy finally converged into a condensed sword energy storm, directly targeting Ling Fan's brow.
A hint of interest finally appeared in Ling Fan's calm eyes. Although Ying Beifu's sword strike was, in his opinion, unworthy of the great art of swordsmanship, it was considered quite good in this declining martial world, especially in a remote corner like Tianchu City. His newly formed martial qi shield could not block this sword strike. Ling Fan simply waved his hand, dispelling the martial qi shield. Then... he casually reached out with one hand.
Sword, come.
From hundreds of meters away, the sword at the waist of a powerful figure let out an excited yet fearful mournful cry. It unsheathed itself and transformed into a stream of light, a phantom, landing in Ling Fan's hand. Holding the sword, Ling Fan felt a sense of familiarity and strangeness. It was as if a peerless swordsman had picked up his sword again after countless days and nights, as if separated by ages. But this feeling lasted only for a moment. The next moment, Ling Fan's eyes erupted with an incomparably brilliant light, like a peerless treasure sword, long buried, revealing its sharpness once more. In his previous life, he had mastered myriad paths, but his strongest was still the Way of the Sword! With his Qingyun Sword, he had caused countless heads to roll in the Ten Great Heavenly Realms, and countless powerful figures had bled across the sky. That was the supreme Way of the Sword, tempered with blood.
Ling Fan wielded his sword and casually drew a stroke. It was like a playful child using a wooden stick to break a patch of grass. A thin, black cut instantly sliced through space. A moment later, this almost negligible thin black sword mark met the brilliant sword strike unleashed by Ying Beifu. There was no sound. At that moment...