The Water Dragon Magical Sword struck again and again in a relentless cycle, hammering the Spiritual Light Protective Shield of the Five Elements Spirit Suppressing Array. The resulting explosions were like peals of thunder.

The roaring torrent of water was so immense it felt like being deep in the ocean, facing one towering, colossal wave after another. Droplets of water infused with Sword Intent even shaved a layer of earth from the ground surrounding the Grand Array.

The array, which had seemed indestructible, was now beginning to teeter on the verge of collapse. Hiding inside, Yan Xiangzhi was in a constant state of panic. He couldn’t understand why his Yan Family clansmen hadn’t come to his aid. Then there was Yang Jing, just outside the Array. ’Is he really just a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? To unleash such incredible might with every move, relying on nothing but his own Magical Power...’

But at this moment, he was unaware that a group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs were using a Water Mirror Technique to spectate this Magical Combat from dozens of miles away. His own Yan Family ancestor was among them, and his face was terrifyingly dark as he watched his descendant’s pathetic, good-for-nothing display.

"What a formidable Water Element Sword Mantra. It’s magnificent and orthodox, having completely captured the essence of the Water Element. I’ve heard of all the Superior Sword Mantras on the Western Continent, yet this Sword Technique is one I’ve never encountered. But I can see faint traces of my Taixu Sword Sect’s Fire Dragon Sword Scripture from the Song Family."

An old man with white hair and a white beard watched with great interest as Yang Jing controlled the Water Dragon Magical Sword.

He was Profound Vermilion True Monarch, an Elder of the Taixu Sword Sect. He had come this time to lend his support to the Seven Nations Ticket Shop, so that Canyuan True Monarch would not have to face the numerous Nascent Soul cultivators from the Noble Families all alone.

As an Elder of the Taixu Sword Sect, he had seen countless Sword Mantras, but this was truly the first time he had ever witnessed the Water Dragon Sword Mantra that Yang Jing was using.

Ordinary Sword Mantras could also transform Sword Qi into a water dragon, but they only captured its form, not its spirit. The Water Dragon Magical Sword Yang Jing commanded, however, not only bound One-Element Heavy Water into its blade but also possessed the very intent of a True Dragon.

"Years ago, Yang Jing helped a lady of the Song Family kill a True Disciple of the Dark Spring Demon Sect. In return, he was taught the Fire Dragon Sword Scripture. He then created this Water Dragon Sword Scripture himself, using the Fire Dragon scripture as a foundation."

The origin of a Cultivation Technique was an extremely sensitive matter. Canyuan True Monarch knew where the Water Dragon Sword Scripture came from, so he offered an explanation on Yang Jing’s behalf.

"I see. I never would have thought he had such a connection to my Taixu Sword Sect."

Profound Vermilion True Monarch nodded and then spoke. ’It’s a true pity that a prodigious talent of the Sword Dao like Yang Jing didn’t join the Taixu Sword Sect.’ 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Listening to the two of them go back and forth, the Yan Family Ancestor felt even more stifled. But his descendant had been a disgrace, and the Northern Army Governor’s Mansion now had a firm grasp on his weak spot. There was nothing he could do.

Because of this vile spawn, Yan Xiangzhi, the other Noble Families had all ganged up on them, causing the Yan Family’s original share of stock to shrink drastically.

At the thought, he was overcome with the urge to personally intervene and slap Yan Xiangzhi to death.

BOOM!

With a tremendous crash, the Water Dragon Magical Sword once again struck with the force of a thunderbolt, crashing into the already greatly weakened Defensive Spirit Light of the Five Elements Spirit Suppressing Array.

This time, however, the blade of the Celestial Waterfall Sword, hidden within the magical construct, pierced deep into the Defensive Spirit Light.

Profound Vermilion True Monarch chuckled, a hint of schadenfreude in his voice as he said:

"Looks like Young Yang is out of luck now."

When a Sword Cultivator fights with a Flying Sword, they rely not only on the sharpness of their Sword Gang but also on the speed of their sword. The two major realms, Refining Sword into Gang and Sword Qi Thunder Sound, are both dedicated to enhancing the might of a Flying Sword by focusing on these two aspects.

If an enemy manages to trap a Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword, more than half of their combat prowess is instantly nullified.

"Back in the day, when the Taixu Sword Sect was still on the Western Continent, the ones we feared fighting most were disciples of the Nine Yang Sect. Some of them specialized in grappling arts. Once they got a hold of your Flying Sword, we Sword Cultivators were left completely helpless."

The Flying Sword was now stuck in the array’s Defensive Spirit Light, locked in place by the Spiritual Light, unable to advance or retreat. This was an even worse predicament than being caught by a disciple of the Nine Yang Sect.

But Yang Jing wasn’t the least bit flustered. In fact, he had intentionally thrust the Celestial Waterfall Sword into the Defensive Spirit Light.

Suddenly, the Celestial Waterfall Sword erupted with a brilliant glow.

The Seven Star Treasure Prohibition on its surface drew out the Celestial Spirits Star Force from within the Star Core, amplifying the Sword Gang. The Sword Gang enveloping the Celestial Waterfall Sword instantly swelled, expanding to over ten feet in length.

Yang Jing used Power Control Qi, channeling his own immense physical strength into the Flying Sword. The power now suffusing the Celestial Waterfall Sword was threefold: the Power of the Flesh, the Power of Divine Sense, and his Magical Power.

Bolstered by these combined forces, the already-faltering Defensive Spirit Light of the Five Elements Spirit Suppressing Array was sliced open as easily as a sheet of paper.

Yan Xiangzhi stared, dumbfounded, at the giant sword. It was like the legendary Heaven-Opening Divine Axe itself, cleaving apart the Grand Array that enveloped the manor. The sight was so unreal it felt like a dream.

The Sword Gang around the Celestial Waterfall Sword dissipated, and the blade darted back to Yang Jing’s side like a nimble fish.

With his robes fluttering, Yang Jing flew gracefully into the now-broken Array, landing lightly on the ground before turning his gaze to Yan Xiangzhi.

"Yan Xiangzhi, you have abducted people and practiced an Evil Technique. Do you confess your crimes?"

The surrounding Guards had him completely encircled, but not a single one dared to make a move.

Yang Jing had shattered even the Five Elements Spirit Suppressing Array all by himself. If they, a group of mediocrities, were to attack now, they would only be bringing humiliation upon themselves.

Looking at Yang Jing’s transcendent, otherworldly bearing, Yan Xiangzhi was suddenly overcome with a sense of his own inferiority.

He was supposed to be the Noble Son, yet in terms of poise and bearing, he had been utterly defeated by a mere Independent Cultivator.

Seeing Yan Xiangzhi remain silent, Yang Jing swept the area with his Bright Qi Talent. In the next instant, the Celestial Waterfall Sword at his side shot out like a bolt of lightning, completely tearing away the upper structures of the manor and revealing a recently dug cellar underneath.

Several Female Cultivators, their auras faint and showing clear signs of severe qi and blood loss, were huddled together, trembling in terror.