Chapter 34: The First Form of Juejian Thirteen Swords

Chapter 34: The First Form of Juejian Thirteen Swords

Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed to a single point, cold as a distant star.

The Flowing Cup Sword trembled faintly in his hand, emitting a soft hum as all his strength coalesced into a single, unified force, channeled straight into the blade.

Kill!

In that instant, only one thought remained in Chen Feng’s mind.

To kill—to annihilate the person before him with the sword in his hand.

Body and mind became one, the blade an extension of his very veins. With a single, ruthless motion, the sword tore through the air.

A dazzling sword light split the atmosphere, leaving behind a glaring, razor-thin scar—like a straight line drawn across the horizon, or the distant seam where sky met sea.

Though the sword light was slender, its brilliance was blinding, as radiant as the midday sun.

Lei An’s eyes instinctively narrowed, stinging as if they might be seared blind.

Fast!

That sword was the epitome of speed—unnaturally fast, so fast that Lei An felt his own reactions lagging, the air around him turning viscous.

Even as he swung his Copper Rod horizontally to block, the sword light had already slashed through his towering frame.

A single strike, absolute annihilation.

Lei An’s body disintegrated instantly.

Chen Feng staggered, a numbing ache spreading through his entire being, as though he had overdrawn his strength and now bore an unbearable burden.

“So this is the Juejian Thirteen Swords?”

Despite his pallid face, a faint smile tugged at Chen Feng’s lips.

What he had just executed was merely the first form of the Juejian Thirteen Swords, yet its power was overwhelming—enough to instantly obliterate even a prodigy like Lei An, who had tempered his Force five times.

But there was a drawback. After unleashing that single form, Chen Feng’s vast reserves of Force were nearly depleted. Even the formidable physique he had forged through the First Level of the Huntian Sword Body felt weak and exhausted.

The toll it took was more than ten times greater than that of the Wind Shadow Annihilation Style, refined from the Wind Shadow Fifteen Swords.

“This form can only be used as a finishing blow.”

Chen Feng mused silently.

Instead of rushing into another challenge, he took time to recover his expended strength.

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Meanwhile, more and more people gathered at the Huntian Battle Tower.

Yang Xuening strode forward, her face icy, her demeanor repelling all who might approach.

“It can’t be him. It must be someone else with the same name…”

The thought repeated endlessly in her mind.

News of Chen Feng’s challenge in the Huntian Battle Tower had already spread throughout the outer and inner sects, even reaching the seventy-two peaks.

Naturally, Yang Xuening had heard.

Her first reaction was disbelief. But the reports specifically mentioned Chen Feng, the True Disciple of Juejian Peak—and as far as she knew, there was only one such person.

After all, Juejian Peak currently had only a single disciple.

The idea of a mere coincidence in names was nothing but self-deception.

Driven by bitter resentment, Yang Xuening came to see for herself, her emotions a tangled mess she couldn’t decipher.

Hatred, fear… and yet, a strange, unspoken anticipation.

Upon arrival, her gaze pierced through the shifting crowd, landing on the Hidden Dragon Stone Tablet—where a name shimmered in silver light.

Chen Feng!

Those familiar characters now occupied the ninth position.

In that instant, Yang Xuening felt as though her scalp had split open, her soul scattering to the winds.

“Chen Feng… is too strong…”

Li Xinyue, who had left the Huntian Battle Tower some time ago, stared intently at the names on the Hidden Dragon Stone Tablet, her sharp eyes burning with intense excitement. Her gaze slid downward to the very bottom, where the characters "Li Xinyue" stood out clearly.

Indeed, Li Xinyue had also succeeded in her challenge, defeating the hundredth-ranked contender and taking their place.

This level of strength surpassed that of the vast majority of Body Forging Realm cultivators in the Huntian Sect. Yet, instead of feeling proud, Li Xinyue felt an overwhelming pressure.

She was meant to accompany Chen Feng on his journey of growth as his follower—how could she allow the gap between them to grow too wide?

But now, that gap seemed unimaginably vast.

Defeating the hundredth-ranked opponent had drained her completely, yet Chen Feng had already climbed to the ninth rank.

Then, in the next moment, Chen Feng's name on the Hidden Dragon Stone Tablet flared with brilliant light once more, surging to the eighth rank and pushing the previous holder down. This spectacle once again stirred up a wave of astonished murmurs.

Seventh!

Sixth!

Fifth!

Fourth!

Before long, a beam of light shot out from the Huntian Battle Tower—Chen Feng himself.

"He's out! He's come out!"

"Senior Brother Chen Feng, you're incredible!"

"To reach the fourth rank on your first attempt at the Huntian Battle Tower—that's too strong, unbelievable!"

The moment someone spotted Chen Feng's appearance, exclamations erupted like a tidal wave, buzzing with fervent discussion.

But Chen Feng paid them no mind, still lost in thought over the battle he had just fought on the ninety-eighth floor of the Huntian Battle Tower.

The Tower Guardian on that floor had changed from a Core Disciple to a True Disciple. Though both had Refined their Force five times, the essence of Huntian Force far surpassed that of Hunyuan Force.

Moreover, True Disciples possessed King-Grade Divine Traits, their power and potential far exceeding those of Spirit-Grade Divine Traits.

The opponent was also several years older than Chen Feng, with far more combat experience and mastery over exceptionally formidable martial techniques.

Chen Feng unleashed the first stance of the Juejian Thirteen Swords, yet all he managed was to wound his opponent.

"The Tower Guardians on the next three floors are likely all True Disciples, with five Refinements of Huntian Force and mastery over King-Grade Divine Traits..."

"But Force can be Refined up to nine times. From this perspective, the hundred names on the Hidden Dragon Ranking aren't necessarily the strongest hundred in the Huntian Sect."

Chen Feng mused silently.

In the vast Huntian Sect, the number of True Disciples in the Body Forging Realm certainly wasn't limited to just those few on the Hidden Dragon Ranking. The upper limit of Force Refinement couldn't possibly be capped at five, either.

What Chen Feng didn't know was that True Disciples lacked for no resources in their cultivation. Their sole focus was continuous self-improvement, and they had peers of the same realm to serve as opponents. The trials of the Huntian Battle Tower and Contribution Points held far less significance for them.

Unlike Juejian Peak, which had only three or four people.

Could Wang Yuandao and Yang Tao really serve as Chen Feng's sparring partners?

Two Transcendent Realm experts were entirely unsuitable.

Li Xinyue wasn't suitable either.

The Huntian Battle Tower was the best option.

"I wonder what the Strongest Ranking is like?" Chen Feng pondered silently, suddenly feeling a stirring of interest.

At that moment, a figure stepped into his path. Chen Feng focused his gaze, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"Chen Feng, it's me... your Xuening..."

Yang Xuening stood before him, her voice trembling, her face a picture of sorrow that would move anyone who saw it to pity.

"I was wrong. Please forgive me. Let's start over. I swear... I'll definitely..."

Ignoring her, Chen Feng stepped past her without a word.

"Chen Feng... Chen Feng..."

Yang Xuening lunged forward, attempting to embrace Chen Feng, but he sidestepped with a flicker of movement, causing her to miss and stumble face-first into the ground in an undignified heap.

"I was truly wrong... You can scold me or hit me... I beg you..."

She quickly scrambled to her feet, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded desperately.

"Move aside!"

Chen Feng coldly snapped, suddenly feeling a sense of weariness.

Ye Yunqi had been publicly humiliated and severely injured by him, which had vented some of his pent-up resentment. Yang Xuening had been publicly slapped by him aboard the Sky Patrol Giant Ship, and now she was reduced to such a pitiful state.

The hatred that had once burned fiercely in his heart seemed to dissipate all at once, leaving him with no desire to continue seeking revenge.

A mere wretch!

Besides, Chen Feng also knew that once the truth behind today’s events was inevitably uncovered, Yang Xuening’s reputation would be utterly ruined.

Wasn’t that far more satisfying than simply killing her?

Yang Xuening tried to lunge at him again.

"Scram!"

A cold shout rang out as Li Xinyue delivered a fierce slap, sending Yang Xuening flying several meters before she crashed to the ground and rolled several times. Half her face rapidly swelled, her hair disheveled like a vengeful ghost.

"Uncle Yang, let’s go back."

Chen Feng abandoned any intention of challenging the Strongest Body Forging Ranking and instead turned to Yang Tao beside him.

"Alright." Yang Tao nodded. A sword light instantly surged forth, enveloping Chen Feng and Li Xinyue before soaring a thousand meters into the sky. Under the gaze of countless onlookers, they streaked toward Juejian Peak and vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.