Chapter 107: I Have a Sword Called Invincible (Part 2)

Chapter 107: I Have a Sword Called Invincible (Part 2)

Invincible Battle Arena.

A figure appeared before Chen Feng, clad in a robe as blue as a clear sky, hands clasped behind his back. His handsome face bore a faint, elusive smile, while his dark, profound eyes fixed on Chen Feng with a mix of mockery and cold severity.

At the same time, a group from Tianyuan Sacred Land arrived.

"That’s… someone from Zhenwu Sacred Land."

"The Nangong Imperial Clan is here too."

Exclamations erupted one after another, far more fervent and excited than when the other super first-class powers had arrived earlier.

The Eastern Wasteland was vast and boundless, home to countless factions, but the strongest among them were the top ten. And among those ten, the most powerful and elite were the three sacred lands.

To the vast majority of cultivators, members of the three sacred lands were like divine dragons in the sky—rarely seen.

Seeing representatives from all three sacred lands arrive, Chen Feng’s expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, he was delighted. Now, all the leeks were gathered, and the final thirty hidden acupoints were within reach.

"I thought Tianyuan Sacred Land would send a Saint," Chen Feng taunted.

"Dealing with you doesn’t require a Saint’s intervention. Remember, I am Luo Mingtang, Quasi-Saint of Tianyuan Sacred Land. I will sever your Invincible Path and forge my own."

The coldness in the blue-robed young man’s eyes grew sharper as he spoke. His aura surged, and instantly, 270 points of starlight flickered around him. His already formidable presence expanded like a boundless ocean, vast and immeasurable.

Then, strands of divine radiance seemed to emerge from his body, swirling around him. His hair billowed, his robes fluttered, and his aura grew even more terrifying, like a bursting flood.

The sheer intensity of his presence far surpassed that of Han Feng or Lei Zhenyue.

It had to be said—the heritage and strength of the three sacred lands were truly beyond comparison with even the super first-class powers.

Luo Mingtang’s overwhelming aura might even surpass that of Han Daoling.

In truth, though Luo Mingtang was not a Saint, he held the title of Tianyuan Sacred Land’s top Quasi-Saint. His foundation was rock-solid, having reached the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm before breaking through to the Aperture Opening Realm. After opening 270 acupoints, he then advanced to the Meridian Forging Realm with the foundation of seven refinements of internal energy.

In the Body Forging Realm, Luo Mingtang had few rivals, and the same was true in the Aperture Opening Realm.

Why didn’t Tianyuan Sacred Land send a Saint to deal with Chen Feng?

Simply because they feared that if a Saint failed to defeat Chen Feng and was instead defeated by him, it would damage their conviction, potentially creating shadows or even inner demons.

After all, the Saints would eventually step onto the Invincible Battle Arena to walk their own Invincible Path—it was only a matter of time.

Thus, sending Luo Mingtang was undoubtedly the best choice.

His strength within the same realm was not far inferior to that of a Saint.

With his full power unleashed, Luo Mingtang thrust both palms forward.

Instantly, a deafening roar erupted, shaking the surroundings. The air rippled in layers under the overwhelming pressure, like a collapsing dam, crashing toward Chen Feng with mountain-toppling force.

The air beneath his palms was completely expelled, leaving Chen Feng struggling to breathe.

His entire body was engulfed by that immense, crushing force, as if he were being pressed down, unable to move.

It must be said that the power cultivated by the Tianyuan Sacred Land is astonishingly vast, overwhelming all with sheer force and crushing everything in its path.

Below the arena, the members of the Tianyuan Sacred Land nodded in approval.

"Mingtang's mastery of the Tianyuan Divine Palm has grown even more profound," the Dao Integration Realm elder leading the group remarked with satisfaction.

Chen Feng drew his sword.

Heavenly Wind Annihilating Slash!

A terrifying storm of sword light surged forth, unleashing unparalleled sword might. Even tempered steel or a Low-Grade Spirit Weapon would shatter under this strike, reduced to dust.

The mountainous wave of palm force was instantly shattered.

Yet, Chen Feng’s slash was also blocked.

Luo Mingtang remained unfazed, launching another pair of palm strikes.

He executed the Tianyuan Divine Palm to its utmost limit, each strike capable of toppling mountains and obliterating all in its path.

"Good, maintain this rhythm. Suppress Chen Feng, break his Invincible Path—better yet, slay him on this arena to eliminate any future threats," the Tianyuan Sacred Land’s elder thought darkly.

The Huntian Sect had long been suppressed by the Tianyuan Sacred Land, its decline unceasing.

Now, with Han Daoling and Chen Feng emerging as Sect Heirs, two prodigies had appeared.

This hinted at the Huntian Sect’s potential resurgence. Even if it was just the first signs, the Tianyuan Sacred Land would not allow even the slightest possibility.

They would grant the Huntian Sect no chance.

Killing Chen Feng here would undoubtedly deal a heavy blow to the Huntian Sect, stifling any hope of revival.

Chen Feng countered with his sword while carefully sensing the flow of energy in Luo Mingtang’s acupoints and the workings of his cultivation technique.

The combined effects of the Divine Talisman Of Creation, the Dao character, and Heart-Sword Unity were astonishing. In no time, Chen Feng grasped Luo Mingtang’s Aperture Opening Technique—the very technique of the Tianyuan Sacred Land.

"The leek has been harvested. You’ve outlived your usefulness."

Chen Feng’s low murmur left Luo Mingtang momentarily stunned.

He didn’t understand why Chen Feng had suddenly spoken those words—nor their meaning.

Before him, a flash of sword light erupted, its razor-sharp edge piercing through like an icy blade, freezing Luo Mingtang’s very soul. His heart skipped a beat.

Second Form of the Juejian Sword Art!

Through years of cultivation, relentless comprehension, and the enlightenment granted by the Dao character and Heart-Sword Unity, Chen Feng had smoothly progressed from the First Form to the Second Form.

The Juejian Thirteen Swords were variations of the same principle—each subsequent form was an enhanced version of the previous one. By the Thirteenth Form, the sword art would reach perfection.

A single slash, fine as a straight line, cleaved the heavens and earth apart.

Under Heart-Sword Unity, its power was refined to the extreme.

Nothing could withstand its edge!

Luo Mingtang’s overwhelming palm force was split apart effortlessly, his body severed in half by the strike.

"Devour!"

Chen Feng immediately activated the power of the Divine Talisman Of Creation, absorbing Luo Mingtang’s divine trait power entirely. Most of it was claimed by the tome, while a fraction returned to Chen Feng, further strengthening him.

At the same time, his invincible belief grew even more resolute—a profound and indescribable sensation.

As Chen Feng reveled in his gains, the Tianyuan Sacred Land’s members stood frozen in shock.

Luo Mingtang… had been slain?

"That brat is detestable!" The leader of the Tianyuan Sacred Land, a Dao Integration Realm cultivator, was the first to react. With a furious roar, he shot into the air, unleashing unparalleled speed as he charged toward the Invincible Battle Arena. Despite his rage and murderous intent, he knew that attacking outside the arena would never reach those on the platform—such was the rule set by the Emperor. Only by stepping onto the arena could he avenge Luo Mingtang and slay Chen Feng in the process. Would the world scorn him? He cared not! Besides, his fury was justified by the death of his sacred land's Quasi-Saint.

Just as the Tianyuan Sacred Land's Dao Integration Realm elder was about to land on the Invincible Battle Arena, the heavens and earth seemed shrouded in darkness. A boundless, dazzling sword light suddenly erupted, splitting the darkness asunder, severing sky, earth, and fate itself. The sword's might bore down on him, and the elder's face twisted in horror as a chilling dread gripped his body. He hastily struck out with a palm.

The sword light shattered, scattering countless radiant fragments like a shower of stars, each sharper than the last. The Tianyuan Sacred Land elder was sent flying over a dozen meters, stumbling back several steps upon landing. A bloody gash marked his palm.

"Wang Yuandao!" The elder's beard bristled with fury, his killing intent roiling as he bellowed.

"Strike again, and I will end you," Wang Yuandao declared, stepping through the air with his sword leveled, its overwhelming pressure locking onto the elder. A clear sword resonance echoed through the skies, striking fear into all who heard it.

Though Wang Yuandao had once failed Dao Integration, his foundation was now incomparably solid. With the aid of saintly herbs to repair his Dao base, his strength after breaking through was a world apart from before. An ordinary Dao Integration Realm cultivator stood no chance against him.

"Wang Yuandao, Chen Feng killed our sacred land's Quasi-Saint! Do you not intend to give an explanation?" the Tianyuan Sacred Land elder roared, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"This is the Invincible Battle Arena. Step onto it, and we settle victory, defeat, and life or death. If you want an explanation," Wang Yuandao replied coldly, "face me on the arena. My sword will give you one—one that will let you rest in peace."

"You—!" The elder's face stiffened, his fury surging, yet he could muster no retort.

Duel Wang Yuandao on the arena? That would mean certain death!

"Wang Yuandao, your Huntian Sect won't last much longer. When the time comes, all debts will be settled!" With that final threat, the elder gathered his remaining companions and swiftly departed, his retreat carrying an air of humiliation.

Wang Yuandao chuckled softly, the sound dripping with mockery. The distant elder shuddered involuntarily, his pride in tatters.

Since when had the Tianyuan Sacred Land ever been humiliated before the Huntian Sect? This time, they had underestimated their foe—they should have sent a stronger leader. In truth, the Tianyuan Sacred Land had never placed much importance on the Huntian Sect, given how it had been suppressed and weakened over the years.

Next time, they would not repeat this mistake.

"Zhenwu Sacred Land and the Nangong Imperial Clan—who among you seeks to test your mettle?"

On the Invincible Battle Arena, Chen Feng's tall figure stood firm, his sword tilted toward the ground. Faint yet radiant divine light seemed to swirl around him, while an intangible yet overwhelming aura condensed and rose. His eyes shone brilliantly, as if capable of piercing through anything, carrying an unparalleled will and conviction.

Invincible in Battle!

None Can Match Me!

"I'll fight you," a resounding voice suddenly rang out from the Zhenwu Sacred Land's camp. Immediately afterward, a burly figure leaped up and landed on the arena. "I am Xu Yuanzhan, Quasi-Saint of Zhenwu Sacred Land."

Like the Tianyuan Sacred Land, their Saint Son had not come.

"I have a feeling this will be the final battle," Chen Feng said, shifting his gaze from Xu Yuanzhan to the Nangong Imperial Clan. "So, why not invite another from the Nangong Imperial Clan? I will fight two at once to forge my Invincible Heart."

At these words, Wang Yuandao couldn't help but smile.

But everyone else was stunned.