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“Boom!!!”
The force of the palm strike shattered the air, causing the ground of Sorrow Cliff to tremble. Rocks, occasionally dislodged by the collision of energies, rained down from above.
Every disciple still on Mount Hua felt a surge of fear.
The sword energy shattered, and the palm force dissipated.
Ye Kai's figure suddenly soared several feet into the air. With a single step, he created nine afterimages, seemingly walking through the air as he approached Feng Qingyang. His right arm extended forward lightly, and between his fingers, he conjured dozens of arc-shaped blades of light that surged violently into the sword net.
“What a fierce and powerful palm technique! In the entire martial world, perhaps only the Monk from Shaolin Temple, who specializes in finger techniques, or the Flame Blade technique from the Western Regions could rival this formidable strike.”
Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up with genuine admiration. He then moved his sword, instantly creating numerous sword shadows. The sword light shot forth like shooting stars, each strike surpassing the last, surrounding him within three meters like a blooming Sword Lotus.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
The energies shattered, and afterimages flew about. Brilliant arcs of blade light surged through the air like crashing waves, continuously wearing away at the petals of the radiant Sword Lotus, entangled like inseparable lovers.
In fact, as this battle began, far away in Hengshan City, Lin Pingzhi and other onlookers were already mesmerized, feeling their hearts race with astonishment.
“The sword techniques in this world can actually reach such heights! The key is, how did that old man end up on the back mountain of Mount Hua?” Yue Ling Shan exclaimed in wonder.
“Ling Shan, stop it! Pay attention; this will benefit your future martial arts training!” Ning Zhongze quickly stopped this talkative girl. In truth, he was equally astonished to discover that this senior was still on Mount Hua!
“This is... This seems to be what Master mentioned about Dugu Nine Swords... Wow... so impressive!!!” Linghu Chong murmured softly, his gaze fixed on Feng Qingyang's myriad swords. He was so focused that cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
“Indeed, this must be Senior Feng Qingyang that Master spoke of!” Lin Pingzhi's handsome face was serious as he pondered what it would be like to face such a master of swordsmanship himself.
But the outcome was not as pleasant as he hoped; cold sweat also began to trickle down his back.
“Oh my! Master is so amazing! I really want to become as powerful as Master soon so I can roam the martial world...” Qu Feiyan swayed her two braids, her face showing a hint of longing.
“Wow! Oh no! Look! Why do they have to fight?!” Yilin covered her eyes with both hands. Each time she seemed determined to take a peek, she would immediately cover them again as if fearing that such an intense battle might spill blood at any moment.
Unfortunately for them, while this group was captivated by the spectacle of battle, many others—especially sect leaders like Yue Buqun, Ding Yi, Liu Zhengfeng, and Yu Canghai—had already been startled by this sudden display of divine ability.
Once again, they gazed at the strange metallic sphere suspended in mid-air, now split into two halves, unable to fathom what this Divine Ability truly was.
However, each of them couldn't help but speculate that perhaps this was the legendary treasure of the immortals, possessing not only the power of Long-Distance Communication but also the ability to display images.
While this group pondered, Ye Kai was becoming increasingly excited.
Suddenly, the deity spoke: “Lord God, this sword technique known as Dugu Nine Swords can actually be further developed. I have made some attempts to improve it towards the Sword Control Technique, and I found that there is a high probability of evolution!”
After merely grasping the essence of Dugu Nine Swords for a few minutes, one would think that was sufficient, but now the deity wanted to enhance it into Sword Control Technique?
Almost instantly upon hearing this, Ye Kai decided to let the deity continue refining it; after all, this was Sword Control Technique, which thrilled him immensely.
If venturing into the martial world was merely to indulge in the thrill of being a hero, then traversing the azure skies and sailing across the Eastern Sea to the Western Sea as an immortal cultivator was even more exhilarating.
After all, that Spatial Secret Realm, which contained the Cultivation Manual obtained by Qi Practitioners from caves before the Early Tang, was something Ye Kai did not expect to utilize in the short term.
Nor did he wish to use it so soon; they truly knew too little about the path of cultivation.
Thus, in order to witness more variations of Wind Qingyang's sword techniques and to pursue his dream of being an immortal cultivator, Ye Kai unhesitatingly began to exploit the old man's shamelessness.
However, it was precisely through this that he realized that Wind Qingyang's displayed combat power was barely even thirty percent of his true capability.
Clearly, this old fellow had grasped the true path of Xian Dao, and perhaps had already become a Qi Practitioner.
In an instant, his eyes sparkled with brilliance. With the deity's guidance, his learning aptitude had become Extremely High. No matter what martial arts he observed, he could comprehend them at a glance and master them with ease!
Even so, he had already switched between six or seven different ultimate techniques. Yet for nearly every one of them, aside from initially being able to slightly suppress Wind Qingyang's obviously overpowered Dugu Nine Swords, he found it nearly impossible to gain any advantage thereafter.
This encounter with Wind Qingyang, besides serving as data collection, also had a certain catalytic effect on his own Technique.
As their battle escalated, streams of sword energy poured down like rain. Ye Kai held nothing back; whether it was finger techniques or blade arts like Dragon Abyss Palm, or other sword and blade techniques, they emerged in rapid succession.
This fierce contest left spectators dazzled and captivated.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!!!”
Ye Kai swung his arms, letting out a long howl that echoed through the air. Suddenly, he clenched his fingers into a fist, and it felt as if he had grown taller in an instant, giving off an imposing presence like a towering mountain. The entire space seemed to freeze as he struck out with both fists.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
His fists moved with great force, charging forward like an enraged rhinoceros or a furious lion king, directly targeting the sword's body.
At that moment, Feng Qingyang's eyes sparkled with brilliance, as if two hundred-watt bulbs had been lit. His long sword transformed in his hands, moving with such agility that it seemed he was performing tricks with an ordinary iron sword.
Sword Lotuses continuously blossomed around him. Unlike delicate plants, these Sword Lotuses appeared fragile but left behind deep holes in the ground, each the thickness of a thumb, revealing the terrifying sword energy unleashed upon their shattering.
In Ye Kai's eyes, Feng Qingyang's movements at this moment were almost on par with Eastern Beauty's Sunflower Illusion—ghostly and elusive, making it difficult to track his whereabouts.
Suddenly, Feng Qingyang flicked his robe sleeve, and the long sword emitted a continuous vibrating sound. With an almost impossible angle, he thrust out a strike that came at lightning speed, its trajectory unpredictable.
Though this strike still bore the shadow of Dugu Nine Swords and retained the intent to exploit weaknesses in his opponent's defense, it was now infused with Feng Qingyang's personal understanding of swordsmanship, sword principles, and martial arts.
A shooting star of a sword flew forth; in the blink of an eye, it was already three feet away from Ye Kai.
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