Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 579 - 577: Ten Thousand Swords Sect_1
"What? Yin Tianxi lost too?"
"Heavens! Yin Tianxi, known as the Iron Finger Divine Sect, is ranked third on the "World Masters List"! His strength surpasses even Invincible Blade Yue Ruhai, yet he actually lost to Dustless?"
"It's terrifying! By defeating Yin Tianxi, Dustless's battle record is even more outstanding than Yun Qinghong's. Who exactly is this person?"
"Two of the four senior masters have already lost. This Nine Dragons Lake tournament has been completely overturned, like a dynastic change, undergoing revolutionary shifts."
The younger generation was abuzz with discussion, expressing their shock.
No wonder he said I was qualified for him to challenge me! Yun Qinghong's expression became serious, but then a look of interest appeared on his face. This makes things much more interesting. I hadn't thought that aside from the Four Outstanding Talents, the younger generation was hiding such a skillful expert.
After Ling Chen defeated Yin Tianxi, no one dared to point fingers at him anymore, as no one believed Yin Tianxi wasn't strong enough. Undoubtedly, Ling Chen had now demonstrated strength comparable to the Four Outstanding Talents. Even though he hadn't challenged any of the Four Outstanding Talents, in the minds of many among the younger generation, Ling Chen's status was already on par with Yun Qinghong and the others, perhaps even more prominent.
Leng Jue stared fixedly at Ling Chen. He could see that Ling Chen was very young, yet terrifyingly powerful. Dustless! We must thoroughly investigate his origins when we return. Such an individual couldn't possibly have appeared out of nowhere.
Yin Tianxi was heavily injured. His gaze was unsteady as he looked at Ling Chen, his heart filled with immense shock. How can he be so strong? I already used my full strength, but even so, I was still no match for him.
Yue Ruohai's face was pale, and complex emotions flashed in his eyes. This is the rise of the younger generation. It seems I truly am old. He hadn't expected that, aside from the Four Outstanding Talents, someone else could defeat them, the four great established masters. This was a significant blow to him, feeling like a negation of everything he stood for.
Both Feng Piaoliu and the Young Master of Myriad Dao's eyes narrowed. This Dustless... he's terrifyingly strong. He's roughly our age, perhaps even a bit younger. This realization made them feel a profound sense of disparity.
Feng Piaoliu remarked, a thoughtful expression on his face, "In Dustless, I seem to see the shadow of another person."
"Who?" the Young Master of Myriad Dao asked in surprise.
"Ling Chen," Feng Piaoliu replied, his eyes flickering slightly.
"Ling Chen?" The Young Master of Myriad Dao's pupils constricted. He was also shocked, his mind instantly recalling the figure of that young swordsman. Indeed, Ling Chen and Dustless... there are so many similarities between them. However, Ling Chen should be with the Demon Cult right now. How could he be part of the Cyan Robe Association? It's truly difficult to connect these two.
Back on the mountain peak, Liu Feiyue couldn't help but look at Ling Chen. "So this is your real strength." I thought he might be able to defeat Yin Tianxi, but now that he actually has, I'm still shocked.
"Perhaps," Ling Chen replied ambiguously.
"Next, it's my turn." Liu Feiyue's gaze shifted, landing on the mountain peaks occupied by the four established masters. Her figure moved like a fleeting shadow, lightly descending onto the surface of Nine Dragons Lake.
WHOOSH!
Her delicate foot touched the water's surface. The bone-chilling lake water surged outwards, emitting roaring sounds as it stirred up waves that drenched the hem of Liu Feiyue's skirt.
From a distance, Liu Feiyue looked like a Moon Fairy Maiden, her temperament transcendent, her elegance peerless.
"The Bright Moon Sword Liu Feiyue! Who is she going to challenge?"
"Only two of the four great masters remain! Will it be Wan Jianzong Fang Baiyu, or Xuanwu Shen Zong Huyan Xiong?"
Everyone's hearts were in their throats as they stared intently at the white silhouette in the center of the lake.
At this point, both Invincible Blade Yue Ruohai and Yin Tianxi of the Iron Finger Divine Sect had been defeated. Challenging them now held no meaning.
Liu Feiyue's gaze locked onto Fang Baiyu, who was dressed in white. "Senior Fang Baiyu of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!"
"It's actually Fang Baiyu!"
"Both of them are swordsmen! Liu Feiyue is definitely challenging Fang Baiyu."
"We're in for a good show now; this fight is bound to be an epic battle."
The younger generation's blood was boiling in anticipation.
Among the older generation of top swordsmen, Fang Baiyu of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was the most accomplished in swordsmanship. Compared to other swordsmen who favored unorthodox styles, Fang Baiyu was more comprehensive; his style was like a grand, overwhelming offensive, impossible to block.
"Fine, I accept your challenge." Wan Jianzong Fang Baiyu, an elderly man with white hair, agreed. His robes fluttered as he gently landed on the lake's surface.
Fang Baiyu observed Liu Feiyue with slight astonishment. He could tell that her Sword Momentum was exceptionally strong, and her Sword Intent was deeply concealed, not yet unleashed. Even he couldn't fully gauge its depth.
Wan Jianzong Fang Baiyu... He's known as a swordsman who perfectly integrates offense and defense, flawless in execution. His myriad techniques and formidable swordsmanship have earned him the title of the world's foremost Sword Dao Master. Ling Chen watched this battle with keen interest. Fang Baiyu's strength was beyond doubt. However, Ling Chen wasn't entirely sure of Liu Feiyue's true capabilities, as she had never used her full power in their previous encounters.
"Begin!" Liu Feiyue swiftly drew her Treasure Sword. The water beneath her feet immediately began to sweep outwards to both sides.
Fang Baiyu nodded. With a sudden beckoning gesture of his hand, a multitude of water droplets shot up from the lake below. These droplets swirled around his palm. Then, with a flick of his wrist—WHOOSH!—the water droplets transformed into a water sword that flew out to strike. This was a perfect demonstration of the principle that even flying flowers and plucked leaves could be used as weapons.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
These were no longer ordinary water droplets. They contained not only Fang Baiyu's powerful True Qi and Sword Intent, but also a unique Water Intent. It was no exaggeration to say that this water sword could instantly kill an ordinary Ninth Layer Great Master. And this was merely Fang Baiyu's initial probe. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
HUM!
Liu Feiyue stood perfectly still. Suddenly, arcs of crescent moon-shaped sword qi bloomed from her body. These arcs spread out, shattering the incoming water sword, which dissolved back into a splash of water that fell into the lake.
"Sword Dragon Technique!" Fang Baiyu's brow furrowed slightly. The crescent sword qi emanating from Liu Feiyue gave him the distinct impression that she might pounce and attack aggressively at any moment. Pressing his index and middle fingers together, Fang Baiyu swiped them through the air. A strand of sword qi, like white silk, shot out, piercing the void. This sword qi retracted and extended unpredictably, twisting and coiling, resembling a small white dragon enveloped in a brilliant white glow.
"Moon Wheel!" As she spoke, another circle of moonlight erupted from Liu Feiyue. This moonlight sword qi expanded into a full moon shape, its latent power immense. The moment it contacted Fang Baiyu's attack, thousands of sparks flew. The incoming sword qi was deflected, veering past Liu Feiyue's body and striking the center of the lake.
BOOM!
The lake surface roiled violently. Immediately, a water column hundreds of meters thick erupted, spewing thousands of meters into the air. As it crashed back down, it seemed as if the entire Nine Dragons Lake was experiencing a torrential downpour. A glance back at the lake revealed that the water level had dropped by several tens of meters—a terrifying sight.
