Chapter 31: A Single Sword Strike Shatters Both Master and Disciple

Chapter 31: A Single Sword Strike Shatters Both Master and Disciple

Draw the sword!

A piercing metallic screech tore through the heavens, resonating so fiercely it made scalps tingle.

The Huntian Sword Force, refined for the third time, erupted without reservation. From the scabbard in Chen Feng’s left hand, a dazzling radiance burst forth, rivaling the brilliance of the sun itself.

Force surged through the blade as twelve sword shadows materialized in an instant, coalescing into a single peerless sword light.

A faint, muffled sound seemed to echo, causing the onlookers to stiffen, their hearts trembling in secret.

Wind Shadow Twelve Swords… Wind Shadow Annihilation Style!

Ye Yunqi sought to cripple Chen Feng with a single strike, but Chen Feng harbored the same intent.

To win—utterly and completely.

The boundless, radiant sword light slashed through the void, shattering layers of air as it carved a pale reverse current, unstoppable and indomitable.

The terrifying momentum forced Ye Yunqi’s expression to harden involuntarily.

"Die!"

Ye Yunqi gave it his all—there was no turning back now.

His blade descended with overwhelming force.

Chen Feng’s sword shot forth to meet it.

Blade and sword clashed in an instant!

A deafening explosion erupted as the surrounding air was torn apart. In the next moment, both weapons trembled violently, unable to withstand the sheer power of their wielders—and shattered.

The broken fragments of the blade and sword shot toward Ye Yunqi like a storm.

Each shard carried terrifying Force, capable of slicing through anything in its path.

The bloody glow around Ye Yunqi was instantly pierced by the fragments, and his body was struck directly. Despite possessing the Tidal Bloodline, which tempered his physique to rival that of demonic beasts of the same level, he stood no chance against the devastating power of the shattered weapons.

In an instant, Ye Yunqi’s body convulsed violently. A wretched scream tore from his throat as he was sent flying like a ragged sack, crashing heavily in the distance.

His body was riddled with wounds, blood pouring freely as he teetered on the brink of death.

Had it not been for his King-Level Bloodline, bolstering his physique and vitality, he would have perished on the spot.

The scene left everyone stunned.

"A prodigy bearing a top-tier King-Level Tidal Bloodline… defeated in a single move…"

None could believe their eyes.

The reversal was too extreme.

They had all assumed Chen Feng would be the one to fall.

Yet, against all expectations, it was Ye Yunqi who lay defeated—utterly crushed in a single strike.

"Disciple!" Only then did Mo Wusheng snap out of his daze, crying out in alarm. In a flash, he appeared beside Ye Yunqi, swiftly shattering and expelling the weapon fragments embedded in his body before tending to his wounds.

"Such ruthlessness at such a young age," Mo Wusheng growled as he turned his gaze back to Chen Feng. A terrifying aura surged around him like a dark tidal wave, his eyes deep and boundless, threatening to swallow Chen Feng whole.

Chen Feng’s expression twisted involuntarily.

He felt as though he were being dragged into the abyss of those dark, fathomless eyes.

"Mo Wusheng, you’re courting death!"

A cold, sharp voice rang out as the heavens trembled with the resonance of swords. A peerless sword intent pierced through the cosmos, illuminating the world with radiant light. A supreme sword beam split the void, unstoppable and brimming with overwhelming killing intent as it struck toward Mo Wusheng.

The darkness in Mo Wusheng's eyes shattered instantly.

"Wang Yuandao, do you think I fear you?" Mo Wusheng roared, his hair and beard bristling with fury. The surging dark tides around him condensed into a massive black palm imprint spanning a hundred meters, exuding an oppressive, world-suppressing might as it fiercely collided with the supreme sword beam.

Under the force of the palm, the void collapsed.

The terrifying aura was so overwhelming that Chen Feng felt suffocated, his heart trembling with fear. Fortunately, a strand of Wang Yuandao's protective aura shielded him, sparing him from harm.

"Is this the might of the Transcendent Realm?" Chen Feng was utterly shaken.

In an instant, the dark palm imprint met the supreme sword beam—yet instead of a deafening explosion, the palm was cleanly split apart by the sword light, as effortlessly as splitting bamboo.

The supreme sword beam cleaved through the dark palm and continued its relentless assault toward Mo Wusheng.

From within the raging dark tides, a shrill scream erupted. In the next breath, the dark tides scattered violently in all directions as a streak of black light shot out at astonishing speed, fleeing into the distance.

"A defeated swordsman!"

Wang Yuandao watched the fleeing dark streak with a cold gaze but did not pursue. Had this happened elsewhere, he might have struck Mo Wusheng down—but this was within the Huntian Sect, and such actions were inappropriate.

As the dust settled, both Mo Wusheng and Ye Yunqi had vanished. On the arena, only Chen Feng stood tall and unyielding.

Wang Yuandao couldn't help but smile faintly.

This disciple… the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

"So strong…"

"Not only has this kid mastered the Huntian Force, but he's also refined it three times. Unbelievable."

"Could he truly lack an innate divine trait?"

"Have you noticed? His Huntian Force isn’t just refined three times—it carries a unique sharpness…"

"Could it be that he’s trained in Juejian Peak’s…"

"Impossible. It’s only been three days…"

Amid countless shocked discussions, Wang Yuandao took Chen Feng away on a sword beam, swiftly departing Douwu Floating Island and returning to Juejian Peak. Meanwhile, news of the battle spread rapidly, soon reaching every corner of the Huntian Sect.

"Wang Yuandao actually managed to take in such a disciple?"

"Could it be that this boy doesn’t lack a divine trait, but rather possesses one that’s different—hard to detect?"

"It must be so. Otherwise, how could a mere Mortal Body rival those with divine traits?"

"Exactly. A lowly Mortal Body could never master the Huntian Force in just three days, refine it three times, and even begin cultivating the Huntian Sword Body. He must possess some hidden divine trait—perhaps even one of Saint-Grade caliber…"

This theory quickly gained widespread agreement.

Otherwise, there was no explanation—and they refused to accept being surpassed by a Mortal Body.

But being surpassed by a Saint-Grade divine trait? That, they could accept with peace of mind.

……

"Brother Yun… lost?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Brother Yun is a King-Grade divine talent—how could he lose to that trash?"

"How could he possibly possess a Saint-Grade divine trait?"

When Yang Xuening heard the news, she was stunned, dumbfounded—and nearly driven mad once more.

……

"Brother Chen, you truly are extraordinary. Even I misjudged you." Jin Hongdang narrowed his beady eyes, gleaming with sharp light. "I wonder what divine trait you possess. Next time we meet, I will surely see through it."

...

Dozens of Core Disciples who had joined the Huntian Sect together were utterly stunned upon hearing the news.

...

"A latent Saint-Grade Divine Trait? How intriguing. I wonder if you’ll be worthy of being my opponent?"

In a pavilion atop Gu Yuan Peak, the foremost of the Twelve Upper Peaks, a tall and imposing figure sat cross-legged. A faint smile played on his resolute, youthful face as he murmured to himself.

"Disciple, your true rivals should be the prodigies of the Three Palaces and Nine Halls."

A deep voice echoed through the void, resonating within the pavilion.

"Yes, Master. I, Xiao Xuanwu, will surely surpass all peers from the Three Palaces and Nine Halls and crush all opposition." The towering youth responded respectfully.

"Train diligently. Strive to reach Body Forging Twelve Transformations before the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm opens. If you do, you may even advance to Body Forging Thirteen Transformations within the realm and lay an unparalleled foundation."

...

Three Palaces and Nine Halls.

"A latent Saint-Grade Divine Trait? How amusing..."

"So what? He is no match for us."

...

Juejian Peak.

"Master, despite both being at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, your strength far surpasses Mo Wusheng’s." Chen Feng spoke with deep admiration.

"Young Master, though our lord failed in Dao Integration, his mastery of the sword far exceeds that of the Transcendent Realm. Even those in the Dao Integration Realm dare not face his edge." Yang Tao chuckled from the side.

"Disciple, remember this—when contending with peers, suppress them with your sword. Should any elder dare intervene, I will shield you." Wang Yuandao declared solemnly.

"This disciple will remember." Chen Feng responded with unwavering resolve.

"Your sword shattered. Given the intensity of your Force, ordinary weapons cannot withstand it." Wang Yuandao shifted the topic, his right hand sweeping through the air as a cold gleam flowed like water.

Chen Feng’s gaze was drawn to it, but the radiance was so blindingly sharp that he could barely look directly at it.

"This sword is named Flowing Cup, forged from condensed frost iron and refined gold. It measures 1.1 meters in length and weighs 16.5 kilograms. An Intermediate-Grade Spirit Weapon, it was my personal sword in my early years. Today, I gift it to you. It will serve you well until the Meridian Forging Realm, and even into the Qi Sea Realm, it should barely endure your full power." Wang Yuandao extended the sword toward Chen Feng.

"Young Master, the weapon you used before was an Ordinary Weapon. Above that are Pseudo-Spirit Weapons, followed by Inferior, Low, Intermediate, High, Top, Supreme, King, Emperor, and Divine-Grade." Yang Tao explained, knowing Chen Feng lacked knowledge in cultivation matters.

"Thank you, Master, for this gift. With this sword, I shall vanquish all foes." Chen Feng solemnly accepted Flowing Cup with both hands, his tone grave.

"We swordsmen contend fiercely in this world, yet we must also maintain equanimity." Wang Yuandao smiled. "Come with me. I shall teach you the secret sword art of our Juejian Peak lineage—the Juejian Thirteen Swords."