Chapter 66: Overpowering Juejian Palace's Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm

Chapter 66: Overpowering Juejian Palace's Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm

Juejian Palace!

Chen Feng did not answer immediately, his eyes flashing with a sharp glint.

Such an aura, such sharpness—without a doubt, this person was one of Juejian Palace's three cultivators at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

"Juejian Palace's Sect Heir Candidate... Ye Mingxuan."

Chen Feng recognized him.

Ye Mingxuan and Ye Wufeng were actually brothers, both possessing top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Traits. It had to be said, these two brothers were truly astonishing—one a Sect Heir Candidate, the other a Quasi-Sect Heir.

Ye Wufeng also had the potential to become a Sect Heir Candidate.

"Since you know who I am, answer my question at once, then hand over your Void Ring," Ye Mingxuan said, his eyes gleaming like sword edges, their sharp gaze landing on Chen Feng's finger. "Black with gold inlay—this style of Void Ring... You're a disciple of the Huntian Sect."

"No fluctuations of divine trait aura... A Huntian Sect Void Ring... Could you be that so-called Inverse Mortal Body, Chen Feng?"

Recognizing Chen Feng's identity, Ye Mingxuan's tone grew excited, the gleam in his eyes transforming into a ruthless killing intent.

A member of the Huntian Sect—must die!

This was the agreement with Tianyuan Sacred Land.

For Juejian Palace had long since aligned itself with Tianyuan Sacred Land.

Not just Juejian Palace—even Tian Dao Sect seemed to be showing signs of being swayed by Tianyuan Sacred Land.

Thus, the pressure on the Huntian Sect had grown even greater.

"Let me see just how capable this so-called Inverse Mortal Body of yours really is," Ye Mingxuan said, his face alight with excitement. As soon as the words left his mouth, he drew his sword.

A blinding sword light pierced through the air, erupting with unparalleled speed as it shot toward Chen Feng in an instant.

Fast and ruthless!

No mercy in its momentum!

Before, Chen Feng would have struggled to defend against it. But now...

Chen Feng neither dodged nor evaded. The Flowing Cup Sword left its sheath, sweeping out in a horizontal strike.

Blades clashed in an instant, a powerful force erupting as the two swords clanged against each other.

Ye Mingxuan's sword was directly repelled, while Chen Feng's blade drove forward unimpeded, piercing through everything as it aimed for Ye Mingxuan—without the slightest hesitation.

Ye Mingxuan's expression changed drastically, and he immediately activated his divine trait.

Top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait: Golden Light Sword Eyes!

In an instant, Ye Mingxuan's eyes were filled with a dazzling golden radiance, shooting forth with extreme sharpness—as if they could pierce through all things in heaven and earth. At a single glance, Chen Feng felt as though his own eyes were being stabbed, a sharp pain flaring up.

Then, two golden, razor-sharp beams of light erupted from Ye Mingxuan's Golden Light Sword Eyes, like sword rays capable of piercing clouds and splitting the moon. Carrying a terrifying force capable of shattering everything, they slammed directly into the Flowing Cup Sword.

Chen Feng immediately felt the Force imbued within the Flowing Cup Sword collapse, the blade trembling as if wailing in agony.

Under the overwhelming power, Chen Feng had no choice but to disperse the force and retreat.

Had he not cultivated the Huntian Sword Body to the peak of the sixth layer, that single strike would have severely wounded him.

"Die!"

Ye Mingxuan unleashed his full power, executing the Top-grade Martial Arts—Golden Light Sword Technique—without restraint.

His sword gleamed with a golden radiance, instantly piercing through the air. Faster than before, it was like a golden aurora cutting through everything—nothing in heaven or earth could withstand it.

This strike poured forth all of Ye Mingxuan's power at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, further enhanced by the divine might of his Golden Light Sword Eyes.

Chen Feng still did not dodge.

The power of the Sixth Level of the Huntian Sword Body erupted, and the transforming Huntian Sword Force within him was unleashed without reservation.

First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

Slash!

A sword light, as if cleaving heaven and earth into a single line, was incomparably sharp and overwhelmingly domineering.

The two swords collided once more.

Both sword lights shattered.

Yet, Ye Mingxuan was forced back a step by the impact, while Chen Feng remained firmly in place, not retreating an inch.

"Ye Mingxuan's strength is no less than Lan Junhe's, yet now I can repel him..." Chen Feng's eyes narrowed, a faint smile curling at his lips.

Indeed, having cultivated the Huntian Sword Body to the peak of the sixth level, coupled with the gradual transformation of his sword force and the Devouring of numerous Innate Divine Trait powers, his current cultivation—though still at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm—already possessed the strength of the Twelfth Transformation.

"Juejian Sword Art..." Ye Mingxuan's expression turned extremely grim.

A thought suddenly struck Chen Feng. In the past, he had never considered one thing— The connection between Juejian Palace and the Juejian Thirteen Swords.

Was the name a mere coincidence?

Judging by Ye Mingxuan's reaction now, there seemed to be some hidden story behind it.

"This is the Juejian Thirteen Swords of Juejian Peak," Chen Feng retorted immediately.

"What nonsense! That's just a stolen imitation of our Juejian Palace's sword art!" Ye Mingxuan roared in fury.

"Why not say your Juejian Palace stole the Juejian Thirteen Swords from my Juejian Peak?" Chen Feng shot back with a smirk.

"Bullshit!" Ye Mingxuan exploded in rage, as if struck on his reverse scale.

Those words also struck Chen Feng's reverse scale.

His figure surged forward like a Heaven and Earth Wandering Dragon, swift and agile, closing the distance in an instant. Chen Feng's sword tore through layers of air, slashing horizontally.

Before Ye Mingxuan could utter another word, a terrifying sword light shot toward him—its trajectory unpredictable, its killing intent bone-chilling, as if capable of reaping souls and claiming lives.

The moment Ye Mingxuan failed to raise a defense, the sword light shifted, transforming from a cunning strike into a grand and domineering slash descending from above.

Chen Feng wielded various sword techniques—whether top-grade or supreme-grade—with effortless mastery, unbound by rigid forms, shifting seamlessly as if divinely inspired.

For a moment, Ye Mingxuan was actually suppressed.

Were it not for the assistance of his Golden Light Sword Eyes, he might not even have had room to counterattack.

Now that Chen Feng no longer had any weaknesses, the superiority of his swordplay could be displayed to its fullest.

"How is it possible you've mastered so many sword techniques...?" Ye Mingxuan's composure cracked.

Even he, at twenty years old, possessing a top-tier Saint-Grade Divine Trait and extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, had only mastered a few sword techniques—with only one being a supreme-grade sword art.

Yet Chen Feng had already displayed three supreme-grade sword techniques, along with the Juejian Thirteen Swords.

Chen Feng offered no verbal response, only continuous sword strikes.

His formidable physique granted him astonishing endurance, his powerful qi and blood accelerated the recovery of his Force, and his transforming sword force—imbued with various unique traits—was nothing short of extraordinary.

All of this elevated the might of his swordplay to an even more terrifying level.

Ye Mingxuan, without a doubt, was an excellent whetstone for his blade.

With his Golden Light Sword Eyes, Ye Mingxuan could not only unleash powerful golden sword beams but also see through his opponent's techniques, finding openings to counterattack.

To a certain extent, it provided excellent supplementary effects for Chen Feng's sword technique cultivation. The flaws in the transitions between various sword techniques grew fewer and fewer, becoming increasingly seamless, and the aura around Chen Feng also underwent subtle changes. More harmonious, more natural—as if it were inherently meant to be this way.

At a certain moment, the Divine Talisman Of Creation within his sea of consciousness seemed to sense something, suddenly trembling as the divine aura it radiated surged tenfold. Chen Feng's body paused slightly, his mind seemingly blanking out, and the sword strike he was about to unleash instinctively halted.

Ye Mingxuan noticed immediately. Without hesitation, his Golden Light Sword Eyes unleashed two golden sword beams. The Golden Light Sword Eyes could not only perceive flaws in others' techniques but also fire devastating golden sword beams. However, given Ye Mingxuan's current level of mastery over the technique, he couldn't fire them continuously—only when the opportunity arose.

The two golden sword beams shot through the air with lethal intent.

Ye Mingxuan erupted into action, unleashing his formidable cultivation base without restraint. His sword transformed into a dazzling golden aurora, slicing through the void with unparalleled sharpness.

A killing strike from the very first move!

He would grant no quarter.

It had to be admitted—initially, upon learning Chen Feng's identity, Ye Mingxuan had been dismissive, not taking him seriously in the slightest.

But now, Ye Mingxuan felt as though he had been thoroughly humbled, realizing just how terrifying Chen Feng was.

This so-called Inverse Mortal Body was no joke.

Especially since this man was a disciple of the Huntian Sect. In his heart, there was only killing intent—absolute, overwhelming killing intent. He would spare no effort to annihilate his opponent, leaving no room for survival.

Three golden sword beams shot forth in succession, piercing through everything with blazing murderous intent.

Chen Feng's body trembled slightly before an utterly unique aura surged forth, enveloping the Flowing Cup Sword in his hand.

Chen Feng felt as though all his past flashes of insight had erupted at once, as if he had comprehended something profound, shattering a certain shackle. In that instant, his essence, energy, and spirit were ignited—swift as lightning, smooth as flowing water—all converging onto the Flowing Cup Sword, covering it entirely.

In that moment, the Flowing Cup Sword trembled faintly, emitting a series of melodious sword hums. Chen Feng even felt waves of exhilaration.

The sensation was indescribably sublime—as if he had suddenly broken through the boundaries between races, between living beings and inanimate objects, merging into one.