Chapter 48: The Arrogance of the Quasi-Saint

Chapter 48: The Arrogance of the Quasi-Saint

The sword light receded, revealing two figures.

Mo Wusheng and Ye Yunqi instantly fixed their gazes, their eyes sharp and icy. Xiao Xuanwu’s attention also locked onto them.

"Jueguang Sword Venerable, Wang Yuandao," Chixingzi’s gaze settled on Wang Yuandao, a faint smile curling his lips. "Having failed Dao Integration, how much lifespan do you have left?"

"None of your concern," Wang Yuandao replied calmly.

"Hahahaha—!" Chixingzi burst into laughter, his crimson hair dancing wildly as if caught in a fierce wind. "No matter how peerless and unrivaled you were in your prime, what does it matter? Without achieving Dao Integration, all is for naught. A thousand years from now, I will still roam free in this world, while you will have long turned to dust."

"So, Master’s title is Jueguang Sword Venerable… Could this man have some grudge against him?" Chen Feng pondered silently.

Perhaps, like Mo Wusheng, he had once been defeated by his master’s sword.

However, judging by his words, this man had successfully achieved Dao Integration and was now in the Dao Integration Realm.

Wang Yuandao ignored Chixingzi.

Though Chixingzi belonged to an older generation, he had once been bested by Wang Yuandao’s blade.

Unfortunately, after Wang Yuandao’s failed Dao Integration, everything had changed. Now, Chixingzi had not only succeeded in Dao Integration but had also grown formidable within that realm.

Even with his confidence in his own strength, Wang Yuandao no longer had the certainty to defeat Chixingzi again.

Chixingzi’s gaze shifted to Chen Feng, a glint of sharpness flashing in his eyes. Chen Feng immediately felt as if he were being scrutinized, his every secret laid bare. His expression tensed.

His master couldn’t perceive the Divine Talisman Of Creation within him, but this man was in the Dao Integration Realm—higher than the Transcendent Realm. Would he be able to see it?

A moment later, Chixingzi frowned, confusion flickering in his eyes.

No divine trait!

This youth… had no trace of a divine trait’s aura.

He was like a mere Mortal Body.

Not only Chixingzi but also Tuoba Wuxiang, the sect master of the Huntian Sect, and the elders all furrowed their brows.

However, they had already known of this situation. Bringing Chen Feng here was merely a precaution—at the very least, having one more disciple at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm made them appear less pitiful.

"The quality of disciples your Huntian Sect recruited this year seems rather lacking," Chixingzi sneered openly. "Only three at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm? Meanwhile, my Tianyuan Sacred Land already has twelve disciples who have broken through to that level this year."

"Chixingzi, are you here to spout nonsense?" The master of Gu Yuan Peak, his beard and hair bristling like a lion’s mane, spoke in a deep, thunderous voice laden with overwhelming authority.

"Haha, since you’re so eager for defeat, very well—I’ll grant your wish." Chixingzi laughed heartily before turning his gaze to the three Quasi-Saints of the Tianyuan Sacred Land.

"Zhao Kuang, Quasi-Saint of the Tianyuan Sacred Land." A young man clad in a brown robe stepped forward, his sleeves billowing with an unrestrained, domineering aura. His eyes gleamed with piercing light, as if capable of penetrating all, bearing down on Chen Feng and the others with overwhelming pressure. "Who among you will step forward? Or… you can all come at me together."

Xiao Xuanwu’s eyes narrowed. Ye Yunqi’s expression darkened.

Together?

Was he looking down on them to such an extent?

"I'll be the one to defeat you." Ye Yunqi stepped forward, his aura surging like tidal waves, radiating an astonishing pressure. The light in his eyes seemed to transform into layers of advancing tides. The skin on his body rapidly took on a faint bronze hue.

His long blade left its sheath!

The ringing of the blade echoed like rolling waves, and in the next moment, the blade light surged like a thousand layers of tides, carrying a wild and overwhelming force as it slashed relentlessly toward the young man in the brown robe.

Upper-grade Martial Arts—Tidal Blade Art!

During this time, apart from improving his cultivation, Ye Yunqi had devoted almost all his efforts to martial training, focusing primarily on the Tidal Blade Art, an upper-grade blade technique. This technique was created by predecessors who observed the ebb and flow of tides, making it a perfect match for Ye Yunqi’s Tidal Bloodline.

As a result, Ye Yunqi encountered almost no bottlenecks in mastering the Tidal Blade Art, advancing at a rapid pace. Now, he could unleash half of the technique’s full power.

"Blade technique..." The young man in the brown robe curled his lips into a faint smile, as if unimpressed. "That’s not how a blade should be used."

As soon as he spoke, a cold, razor-sharp light flashed in Zhao Kuang’s hand, slicing through the air and leaving a visible mark. It was a broad-bladed longsword, exuding an overwhelming sharpness and oppressive weight that crushed everything in its presence.

"Such a formidable aura..." Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, keenly sensing the extraordinary power of this blade—it was unmistakably a High-Grade Spirit Weapon. In contrast, both his Flowing Cup Sword and Ye Yunqi’s blade were only Intermediate-Grade Spirit Weapons.

The brown-robed youth held his longsword, his eyes slightly narrowed as he watched Ye Yunqi. Only when Ye Yunqi’s blade was upon him did he finally raise his own to block.

Ye Yunqi’s fierce slash was effortlessly parried.

Zhao Kuang’s stance remained unshaken, though the bronze hue of his skin deepened, far more pronounced than Ye Yunqi’s.

"Activate your divine trait and give me your all. Otherwise, this will be far too boring," Zhao Kuang remarked lazily.

His indifferent demeanor only fueled Ye Yunqi’s fury. Without hesitation, he unleashed his Tidal Bloodline.

A rushing, roaring sound grew increasingly intense as a layer of Blood Light surged over Ye Yunqi’s body, resembling endless tidal waves. His aura skyrocketed, and his Force became even more terrifying.

After activating the power of his Tidal Bloodline, Ye Yunqi’s strength more than doubled.

His speed exploded as his blade tore through the air toward Zhao Kuang.

"Now this is somewhat interesting." A flicker of surprise crossed Zhao Kuang’s face before he chuckled. Yet, he still didn’t move, merely swinging his greatsword to block each of Ye Yunqi’s relentless strikes.

Ye Yunqi moved with blinding speed, his blade cloaked in Blood Light, surging like the tides.

One slash followed another, like endless, crashing waves.

But the more he attacked, the graver Ye Yunqi’s expression became. Even Mo Wusheng couldn’t help but frown.

"Is this your full strength? How disappointing. Let’s end this farce." Zhao Kuang’s voice carried a note of disappointment as he sighed lightly. Then, with a sudden tremor, a layer of Blood Light erupted around him, radiating an oppressive weight like mountains and earth crushing all beneath it—this was the power of his Saint-Grade Divine Trait.

With a single slash—

Without any superfluous movements, it condensed an overwhelming force that instantly shattered everything beneath the blade.

The clash of the two blades erupted with an astonishing metallic ring.

A figure was immediately sent flying backward.

It was Ye Yunqi.

Upon landing, Ye Yunqi staggered back over a dozen steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

This scene instantly caused the expressions of everyone in the Huntian Sect to darken.

"The gap in strength..." Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, inwardly shocked.

No matter what, Ye Yunqi still possessed a Saint-Grade Divine Trait, yet he had been defeated so effortlessly.

This alone was enough to demonstrate the terrifying strength of Tianyuan Sacred Land's Quasi-Saint.

"Next." Zhao Kuang raised his long blade, his gaze sweeping dismissively over Chen Feng and Xiao Xuanwu.

"Senior Brother Yang, it seems we won’t get a chance to fight," a young woman in a blue gauze dress said with a light laugh, covering her mouth.

"Doesn’t matter," replied a cold-faced young man clad in black battle armor, his tone indifferent, his arrogant demeanor making it clear he looked down on everyone.

Such an attitude only fueled the frustration of those around him.

Ye Yunqi’s face was filled with fury and unwillingness as he wiped the blood from his lips, yet there was nothing he could do.

Outmatched in skill and strength, defeated in a direct confrontation—he had no choice but to accept it.

But in his eyes, a layer of blazing flames seemed to surge, burning wildly.

Rage!

Fury!

Fury at his own helplessness in the face of defeat.

As Ye Yunqi’s master, Mo Wusheng could only sigh in resignation.

Of course, he had hoped Ye Yunqi could defeat his opponent, even sweep aside all three Quasi-Saints of Tianyuan Sacred Land.

But that was unrealistic.

After all, in terms of divine traits, Ye Yunqi was clearly inferior.

Yet he never expected that even after giving his all, Ye Yunqi couldn’t even slightly threaten his opponent—instead, he was effortlessly crushed. The sheer magnitude of this gap left even Mo Wusheng feeling despair.

"You go," the master of Gu Yuan Peak immediately instructed Xiao Xuanwu.

"Yes." Xiao Xuanwu responded without hesitation, stepping forward, his gaze locking onto Zhao Kuang as an intense light erupted from his eyes. His battle intent surged, rising like a tide.

In the next moment, Huntian Force surged through him, turning the skin visible beneath his robes into a deep bronze hue—its richness clearly surpassing Ye Yunqi’s and now on par with Zhao Kuang’s.

At the sight, a wild grin spread across Zhao Kuang’s face.