"Ye Jianying speaks the truth. The Jinghong Huanying Sword Art is the most formidable sword technique in the Seven Divine Realms. Its only rival is the Samsara Shadowless Sword technique," Mie Yuan said calmly.
Mie Di said indifferently, "Itās just a pity it hasnāt been seen for centuries."
"Master, can the Samsara Shadowless Sword really contend with the Jinghong Huanying Sword Art?" Yang Meier asked persistently, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement and admiration.
Ye Jianying replied, "Rather than contend, it should be said that Master is stronger in the Sword Daoās Ling Realm."
"The Seven Divine Realms once had two Sword Saints: one was my master Donghuang Wuji, and the other was my masterās senior brother, my masterās uncle Dong Huangxiu. Master trained in the Samsara Shadowless Sword, while the Jinghong Huanying Sword Art was my masterās uncleās specialty. Master and uncle were lifelong rivals; their understanding in the field of sword technique was unfathomable. Over the years in the Seven Divine Realms, they were undefeated. Master defeated Zhu Sha with a single stroke, while my uncle could suppress Zhu Sha with a mere flash of Sword Qi."
"Master also said that the Jinghong Huanying Sword Art is more formidable than the Samsara Shadowless Sword. Alas, my uncle wouldnāt teach it to outsiders," Ye Jianying sighed.
In the Seven Divine Realms, the Jinghong Huanying and Samsara Shadowless sword techniques were hailed as the most powerful.
Ye Jianyingās master practiced the Samsara Shadowless Sword, while the Jinghong Huanying Sword Art belonged to the Sword Saint Supreme, who stood as an equal to Ye Jianyingās master.
Sadly, after the demise of the Sword Saint Supreme, the sword technique vanished.
"Where did Mo Qingshan acquire the Jinghong Huanying Sword Art? Could it be from your uncle?" President Man Zhentian questioned.
"I donāt know either. In the battle between Master and my uncle, both were grievously injured. My uncle refused to heal and left nothing before dying. The sword technique couldnāt have been passed down," Ye Jianying said, unable to ascertain the origin.
Could Mo Qingshan have a connection to Dong Huangxiu?
Feng Wuchen flew up from the collapsing ground below, wielding the Dragon God Sword, his entire body emitting a faint golden halo, his expression marked by a touch of surprise.
"So? Are you surprised?" Mo Qingshan smugly chuckled.
Feng Wuchen nodded slightly, said, "Indeed, surprising. Your sword technique is quite exceptional and truly strong. Among my many opponents, yours is the strongest sword technique Iāve encountered."
"Feng Wuchen, you cannot defeat me. The sword technique I practice is unrivaled in the Seven Divine Realms. Take your people and leave," Mo Qingshan said arrogantly, convinced he had already bested Feng Wuchen.
"Did I lose?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly with a sneer.
"It seems youāre confused. Truth be told, I practice the Jinghong Huanying Sword Art! This sword technique is recognized as the strongest in the Seven Divine Realms. Do you think your sword technique can win?" Mo Qingshan said coldly, a flash of disdain in his eyes.
"So it is indeed the Jinghong Huanying Sword Art!" Ye Jianying raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Mo Qingshan.
Ye Jianying was eager to know where Mo Qingshan had obtained the sword technique.
Feng Wuchen shook his head, saying, "The strength of a sword technique depends on the practitioner."
"What? Do you think you surpass me in the field of sword technique? I think you canāt accept defeat, can you? I once believed you, Feng Wuchen, were worthy of being my opponent, but now it seems youāre not qualified!" Mo Qingshan grew more disdainful, feeling that fighting Feng Wuchen was a disgrace, deeply disappointed in him.
Arrogant! Arrogant to the extreme!
Even for Feng Wuchen, hearing this filled him with cold disdain.
"Mo Qingshan! How arrogant can you be! What are you, really? Is being the top genius of the Heavenly God Realm so significant? Not qualified? Pah! Cannot get ivory from a dogās mouth, and with such a foul mouth, have you eaten dung? Who gave you the courage to say such shameless things? Dog born without a motherās teachings!"
"For you, a little wretch, to face my big brother Feng is truly your good fortune, your greatest blessing in life, understand? With all this nonsense, I see you donāt dare make a move, right? If youāre afraid of losing, just say it. Step over, Iāll cut you down with a single sword stroke for a swift end!"
Liu Qingyang, furious, launched into a scathing tirade, each word as sharp as a knife stabbing Mo Qingshanās heart.
The surrounding crowd fell silent, stunned as they watched Liu Qingyang.
"..." Mo Qingshan was too enraged to respond, his face flushed, glaring maliciously at Liu Qingyang.
Mo Qingshan bore this grudge.
"Whatāre you glaring at? Do you believe Iāll gouge out your dog eyes and feed them to dogs? Unconvinced? Annoyed? Even if I canāt beat you, Iāll curse you to death! How about it? Any objections?" Liu Qingyang shouted angrily, spit flying.
Mo Qingshan was so angry his lungs nearly exploded, his whole body starting to tremble.
Truth be told, if Liu Qingyang continued to curse, Mo Qingshan might indeed be cursed to death.
Members of the Sun and Moon Temple were bewildered as they listened.
"Where did this kid learn that? His skills in cursing have greatly improved!" Feng Wuchen looked at Liu Qingyang in amazement.
"Big brother Feng, beat him to death! Donāt spare me the shame! Beat him so badly even his mother wonāt recognize him! What a clueless fool to act arrogant before big brother Feng, shameless!" Liu Qingyang shouted vehemently.
"Brother Liu is so impressive! So domineering! Cursed him well! Iām pumped up! Not only is his boasting the best, his cursing is also righteous!" Dong Zhantian looked at Liu Qingyang with utter admiration.
Dong Zhantianās words sounded quite odd?
"Impressive! Impressive!"
"Respect! Respect!"
Chi Huang and Luanshen and others clasped their fists.
"Nice!" Feng Wuchen chuckled softly, responding to Liu Qingyang.
Turning to Mo Qingshan, Feng Wuchen sneered, "Mo Qingshan, did you just say Iām not qualified? Said Iām not your opponent?"
"Otherwise?" Mo Qingshan maintained his cold arrogance, now looking at Feng Wuchen as if he were an ant.
The Time Divine Power activated, enabling instantaneous movement, Feng Wuchen instantly appeared before Mo Qingshan.
Before Mo Qingshan could react, his body was already immobile.
"How is this possible!" Mo Qingshan was horrified, his heart filling with dread.
"To kill you is but a momentās task," Feng Wuchen said coldly, the Dragon God Sword poised at Mo Qingshanās brow.
Yet Feng Wuchen did not strike, but instead waved his hand, causing the Time Divine Power to vanish as he returned to his original position.
Mo Qingshan looked at Feng Wuchen in terror, his whole body rigid, heart pounding, the sensation he had just experienced deeply terrifying and palpable.
"Boom!"
With a thought, Pure World Strange Soul Fire activated, morphing into thousands of fire dragons under Feng Wuchenās control, trapping Mo Qingshan within.
"Divine Fire!" Mo Qingshanās complexion changed dramatically, fear shattering his soul.
"My Divine Fire can burn you alive! Simply put, killing you is as easy as crushing an ant. I truly donāt know where you find the gall to act so conceited in front of me," Feng Wuchen said coldly, with a wave, making the Divine Fire vanish into thin air.
"However, youāre not worthy for me to use such decisive techniques. You claim your sword technique is the strongest, so letās compete with sword techniques and let you know thereās always a higher mountain beyond," Feng Wuchen said coldly.