Yue Shan left, Zhou Qing also turned and departed. Though he appeared unscathed, he had sustained some injuries. Staying on the stage any longer would be unwise, thus stepping down was a sensible choice, and no one said anything.
"Let me face you!" A woman stepped out from the Cyan Yang Sect disciples, dressed in a white outfit, her face resolute. A soft sword was strapped to her waist, adorned with ancient floral patterns that gleamed with cold starlight.
"It’s Senior Sister Yan Qingfeng!"
"Senior Sister Yan’s Cold Star Swordsmanship is masterful. No ordinary late-stage Transcendence Realm martial artist can match her."
"That’s nothing. I once witnessed Senior Sister Yan Qingfeng sever a river hundreds of meters wide with her soft sword!"
Upon seeing the woman step forward, the disciples of Cyan Yang Sect started to discuss fervently. Chu Ming also turned to look. He had heard of Yan Qingfeng, who was ranked sixth on the Cyan Yang List, higher than Chu Ming himself. Her cultivation was early-stage Ninth Layer of Transcendence Realm, but in terms of power, she could rival peak Transcendence Realm martial artists with her masterful soft sword technique, making her a formidable opponent.
Disciples of the Celestial Star Sect glanced at each other, but none stepped forward immediately.
A clear voice rang out as a young man stepped forward from the ranks of Celestial Star Sect. With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his pale face was striking, but most attention was drawn to the purple longsword at his waist, which radiated like slow-rising purple smoke, ethereal and remarkable.
"Purple Sword Wang Yun!"
A disciple from Cyan Yang Sect exclaimed in shock, unable to contain his amazement. Wang Yun’s fame was too vast. Originally just an ordinary disciple of Celestial Star Sect, without the title of Purple Sword, he had once ventured into the center of Cyan Yang Mountain Range, surviving against odds and acquiring a mysterious cultivation technique. After training, his treasure sword could turn ethereal, like heavenly purple smoke, vanishing instantly.
Since then, Wang Yun’s reputation rose significantly in the martial world, earning the title "Purple Sword" because of his eerie cultivation technique.
"I’ve long heard about Jiujiang Feng’s masterful soft sword technique, unrivaled across the martial world. Allow me to learn from you today."
Wang Yun spoke calmly as he slowly unsheathed the purple sword at his waist. Immediately, within the purple smoke, a bright light emerged, sword force overflowed, hitting the ground and causing sparks to scatter.
"Purple Sword Wang Yun’s reputation is also substantial. Make your move!"
Yan Qingfeng took down her soft sword and a bright white light emanated from it, almost blinding, resembling winter snow and emitting a surprising coldness.
Wang Yun deserved his name as Purple Sword, his body flickered, transforming into a condensed purple smoke that floated through the air, sword force solidified, hidden lethal intent.
Slash, slash, slash.....
Yan Qingfeng’s soft sword trembled continuously, and a series of sword lights like splintering cold stars tore the surrounding air apart, merging with the ethereal purple smoke.
Wang Yun’s sword moved swiftly, the nearby disciples couldn’t even see his techniques, only barely noticing the purple smoke dancing speedily, rapidly changing.
Conversely, Yan Qingfeng’s sword appeared slow but effectively intercepted every one of Wang Yun’s blows, elusive and cunning. Amidst this, Chu Ming sensed a realm of slow intent.
Sparks flew everywhere as their silhouettes intertwined completely. With Chu Ming’s eyes, he could clearly see their sword trajectories, but seeing the trajectories and defending against them were entirely different concepts.
If using sword techniques to defend, Chu Ming couldn’t block even five strikes from either. Not because his Sword Dao mastery was lacking—on the contrary, his sword technique mastery far surpassed either one. His judgment stemmed from a lack of cultivation strength; if of equal power, Chu Ming believed he could defeat both with one sword.
Chu Ming’s advantage lay in his current physical strength. If an actual battle ensued, the outcome would be uncertain.
The situation on stage changed instantly. In a flash, they exchanged dozens of blows. Wang Yun slashed open Yan Qingfeng’s sword web, extending his purple sword lightly as purple sword aura fragmented inch by inch, mixed with thunderous force toward Yan Qingfeng’s face.
Yan Qingfeng’s body flickered, her soft sword almost alive like a venomous snake, reappearing within three meters of Wang Yun, a black light flashed, sword force exploded, aimed directly at Wang Yun’s chest.
At a critical moment, Wang Yun’s attack trajectory abruptly changed, like a celestial steed galloping, shattering Yan Qingfeng’s sword light. Simultaneously, white light flickered, performing a horizontal cut.
The sound of air being sliced continuously rang out as Yan Qingfeng’s expression remained unchanged. She swiftly released hundreds of sword lights around her face, dissolving the horizontal sword light instantly.
"Yan Qingfeng has grasped the Slow Realm reasonably well," a young man among the dozens of Cyan Yang Sect disciples, carrying a blood-red scimitar on his back, remarked coldly. His expression was arrogant, his face dark, but his eyes exceptionally bright.
"Qi Yang, are you worried she might affect your status?" Beside him was a bald young man, whose shiny head could almost reflect sunlight, dressed in white, giving him an innocent appearance.
"If she could affect my status, I wouldn’t be this bored...." Qi Yang sighed, full of loneliness. The bald youth heard and remained silent, continuing to watch the duel.
Slash slash slash.....
Under their continuous attacks, the surrounding air seemed like cloth being torn apart, scattering everywhere. Another clash led to their bodies separating, with formidable qi colliding and erupting between them.
"Purple Qi Eastward!"
On Wang Yun’s purple sword, purple qi enveloped the surroundings, slowly emerging a great sun from the boundless purple qi, dazzling, as countless tiny sword qi cut everything around, grand and imposing!
A speed-maximized purple sword light burst forth from Wang Yun’s sword, all the great sun’s radiance merged into it, blindingly brilliant, like lightning darting through the void, piercing all surrounding air instantly.
Yan Qingfeng dared not be negligent, her soft sword hovered mid-air, emitting beautiful sword aura swiftly, disturbing the surrounding space, seemingly stirring void. As the purple sword aura approached, around her thousands of white lights flickered.
Slash slash slash.....
A thousand sword auras clashed with the purple sword aura, waves of qi swept outwards, instantly burying the purple sword aura among countless white sword auras, sword qi exploded.