This person’s sword intent and primordial spirit power are both superior to Zhangsun Bingquan.
"You certainly have brute strength."
After seventeen consecutive exchanges with Chu Xisheng, Zhangsun Bingquan was forced back a hundred feet by Chu Xisheng’s strikes, his movements scattered, looking disheveled.
Yet his expression remained calm: "With a Sixth Grade cultivation, such battle prowess is not bad; you are worthy of my serious attention."
Among those of the same age, Chu Xisheng was the first to push him to this extent.
Remarkably, this guy’s cultivation is a whole grade lower than his.
Therefore, the ranking at the Debating Martial Arts Tower isn’t entirely nonsensical.
However, today, his goal is not to explore the truth but to defeat this person and trample him into the dirt!
In the next moment, a pair of silver-white wings, like those of an Ice Phoenix, suddenly unfurled behind Zhangsun Bingquan, his entire body flashing like lightning.
His movement technique speed unexpectedly increased again, transforming into a white lightning encircling Chu Xisheng.
The sword in Zhangsun Bingquan’s hand switched from defense to offense, like light and shadow, slashing out over a hundred times in the span of a single breath.
Chu Xisheng merely laughed lightly, nonchalantly executing the sword techniques from the Three-Phases Sky Slaughter Blade.
Now he relished overpowering with strength, obliterating cleverness with sheer force.
Chu Xisheng casually swung his sword, causing Zhangsun Bingquan’s sword light to scatter, his figure retreating explosively.
Because his power was greater and his divine soul stronger, he could annihilate anything he desired.
This allowed him, despite being slightly slower, to reverse the situation and suppress Zhangsun Bingquan.
"Xuanming Saint Transmission and Ice Thunder Sword? Not bad, but you still don’t require my full effort."
Zhangsun Bingquan pressed his thin lips together, gritting his teeth, and began to fully unleash his true essence.
His sword speed grew even wilder, his sword movements increasingly fierce.
As he launched a high-speed barrage of stabs and slashes, he also unleashed waves of Cold Ice True Power and vast ’Ren Water Divine Thunder’ at Chu Xisheng, attempting to freeze every bit of his True Yuan, flesh, and divine thought.
This effect was almost null, as the overwhelming cold force Zhangsun Bingquan projected was annihilated the moment it clashed with Chu Xisheng’s sword light.
The boundless icy air then spread in all directions, enveloping the surrounding chaotic void within a near-hundred-foot radius.
Unable to subdue Chu Xisheng, Zhangsun Bingquan attempted to freeze the surrounding void, trying to limit Chu Xisheng’s movements.
Thus, their battlefield quickly expanded, and the true intent of their blades and swords not only fiercely clashed within their weapons but also spread into the surrounding void, contending in every inch of space.
Gradually, what was once a one-sided crush by Chu Xisheng turned into a balanced fight.
Zhangsun Bingquan, now disregarding exhaustion, had his sword power and speed escalating.
Chu Xisheng truly angered him.
Zhangsun Bingquan wished to see if this guy could still utter such words as before.
Yet, in the next moment, Chu Xisheng chuckled again, "Did my words make you angry and embarrassed? You’ve resorted to unleashing the primordial qi stored within your bloodline’s cold seal, but , you can only withstand a few more of my blows—why bother? Your True Yuan won’t hold out."
Ye Zhiqiu’s face twitched.
Chu Xisheng’s words were almost like a mockery, reminiscent of the Su Fengdao taunting the Ice City Princess Zhangsun Ruoli.
In truth, Zhangsun Bingquan wasn’t that helpless,
Chu Xisheng’s ’Three-Phases Sky Slaughter Blade’ had reached an advanced stage, and he was about to progress to the ’Formless Sky Execution Blade’, with his Heavenly Punishment Blade Intent pushed to the thirteenth layer, overwhelmingly dominant.
Typically, lower Fourth Grade Martial Cultivators couldn’t withstand even one of his strikes unprepared.
But Chu Xisheng’s Heaven Slaying Blade was currently ineffective against Zhangsun Bingquan.
Right now, there were very few things he could ’annihilate’.
Even Chu Xisheng’s Vengeance Blade was ineffective against Zhangsun Bingquan.
This person’s Cold Ice Power froze everything, making it hard to counter.
This Ice City Young Master’s combat power far exceeded that of the Moluo Clan’s Golden Crown Giant Spirit.
If Chu Xisheng hadn’t awakened the Luo Hou Bloodline, greatly enhancing his power and sword speed, he might not have been a match for him.
However, Zhangsun Bingquan, provoked by Chu Xisheng’s words, had his sword power and intent flaring increasingly stronger and larger.
This caused a touch of worry to appear on the faces of many Ice City Martial Cultivators present.
They had all read the renowned "Debating Martial Arts" and "Heavenly Mechanism Martial Arts Manual" of the Divine Continent.
The art of war states: Know yourself, know your enemy, and you shall be victorious in a hundred battle.
They sought to conquer the Divine Continent, so they first needed to understand their opponent.
Thus, they knew that this ’Infinite Blade Lord’ might possess the Blood of Ten Thousand Ages.
This matter was still unverifiable by the Debating Martial Arts Tower and the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, merely speculated based on Chu Xisheng’s exaggerated True Essence volume and persistence.
Yet their Young Master Zhangsun Bingquan, despite having a special talent, with a continuous and remarkable qi-blood, ultimately couldn’t compare with the Blood of Ten Thousand Ages.
How long could he sustain such an eruption of his force and qi-blood?
Could he outlast Chu Xisheng?
Zhangsun Bingquan wasn’t unaware of this, but he was confident he could resolve Chu Xisheng within three hundred moves!
Just then, Chu Xisheng smiled again: "In combat, it’s not just about fast swords or great strength."
His sword force transformed, and the previously suppressed Jade Ruler Gold Standard Blade finally seized an opportune moment, transforming into indistinguishable beams of white light slashing toward the opponent.
Heavenly Execution*Infinite Slash!
This blade movement appeared not very fast, yet it was formless and imageless, silent and colorless, without beginning or end, boundless and unfathomable.