Daoist Competition-Chapter 1104 - 292: Losing Sword Intent Without Fighting Spirit
The crowd saw that even the "Sealing Demon and Absolute Yang Sacrificial Ceremony" could not suppress Feng Haiyang, knowing that the power of this ritual made their hearts shiver, giving rise to fear. Only a dozen people in the venue remained unfazed, unchanged in expression.
Zhang Boyant chuckled, shaking his head: "True Master Yu from Hai Zhen Temple is courageous, but his luck is not so good. Previously, his fellow cultivators had already used this Dharma technique, and my nephew must have seen it and surely prepared against it. How would he give him another chance? Moreover, he acted too hastily. If he could have calmed down to check a bit before taking action, he wouldn’t have lost his life."
Zhang Yan smiled and nodded in agreement.
The Ten Thousand Spirits Yin Void Tribulation Water is the convergence of mana, and the murky waves of ink that everyone saw are merely an outer facade, not its true form. Feng Haiyang seemed to be still in his place, but he had long retreated outside the circle, using the trick of substituting the illusion of a plum for a peach, leaving behind a devil to replace himself.
This technique is not without flaws. If that Yu Cultivator had activated the "Inner Vision Restoration Dharma Eye" and carefully scrutinized, he would still have been able to detect the flaw.
The key was that Feng Haiyang’s timing for retreat was extremely clever, precisely at the moment he burst into the Gang Qi.
At that time, the Yu Cultivator barely made it in, seeing the opponent still present, thus did not carefully discern, and hurried to perform the Sealing Demon Ceremony.
Zhang Yan glanced distantly at Feng Haiyang, his face showing contemplative thoughts.
Considering this battle, although Feng Haiyang’s Daoist Cultivation was deeper than most disciples present, he neither overestimated himself nor dared to put himself in danger when facing enemies weaker than him, evidently showing that he is an extremely calm and cautious person.
Yang Bi saw Yu Cultivator risking his life and fighting, feeling admiration but not agreeing in his heart.
If it were him, even if there was an opportunity to die together, he wouldn’t do it.
It is not easy for a cultivator to reach the Nascent Soul Realm; he does not yearn for ascension but hopes one day to step into the Cave Heaven Realm and not casually throw away his life here.
He gently shook his head, stepping on Clear Cloud, and stood out from the side, bowing solemnly: "True Master Feng, Yang is here to seek instruction."
Feng Haiyang courteously returned the bow, smiling: "Please, instruct us, Master Yang."
The spectators on both banks couldn’t help but be excited. The Yuan Yang Sect and Hai Zhen Temple are different; regarding prestige, they rank just below the three sects of Shaoqing, Mingcang, and Yuxiao among the Ten Sects of Xuanmen. The disciples are also outstanding. It’s uncertain who will win or lose between these two.
Yang Bi’s face was solemn; Feng Haiyang’s methods were unpredictable and his Daoist Cultivation profound. Facing such a formidable enemy, how could he dare to be negligent in the slightest? After saluting, he retreated far back and conjured an Octagonal Sword Plate cast in gold copper, suspending it above.
This item is more than a foot in length and width, only a finger thick, with patterns of stars, sun, and moon on it, interwoven with mysterious tracks, slowly rotating in Heaven, buzzing continuously.
As soon as it appeared, Gold Qi continually descended from the plate, extremely sharp, slicing and shattering the devils approaching.
He gently shouted, formed a mystical hand gesture to mobilize the sword plate slightly, then pointed forward. Amid its rotation, thousands of sword lights suddenly burst forth, the sky instantly covered by countless bright gleams, golden light dazzling, blinding the eyes.
These sword lights are all gathered from Geng Xin Gold Qi, and Yang Bi, having reached this level of cultivation, had long refined it to be pure and concentrated, firm and restrained, unaffected by the filth of Tribulation Water. Now launched with preparation, it’s effortlessly cutting through devils and slicing through the atmosphere, seemingly unstoppable.
This strike spanned thousands of feet, thrusting the sword light with great momentum, appearing to be able to split Feng Haiyang into two, drawing everyone’s attention in the gorge.
Zhang Yan observed closely and suddenly said: "This Master Yang has lost the mindset to win even before entering battle; I’m afraid this fight will be inconclusive."
Zhang Boyant, familiar with sparring against Yuan Yang Sword Sect’s disciples, and having slain one Nascent Soul True Master in a small realm, knew the sect’s details thoroughly, agreed upon hearing this, glanced at Yang Bi, sneered: "The Pavilion Master speaks rightly. Although Yang Bi has pure mana, his self-preservation is too strong; it’s impossible for him to defeat Nephew Feng."
The swordsmanship of Yuan Yang Sect lies in utilizing the near-endless Geng Metal Sword Qi to launch an unending offensive, completely suppressing the opponent until they can’t breathe. Meanwhile, lurking to ambush, seizing the moment when the enemy is distracted and weary, and striking suddenly to defeat the enemy nine times out of ten.
