Published: March 8, 2025
The battle at the saint level is different from the king, imperial, and lord levels!
Even in a lord-level battle, there's no way to destroy this landscape, because after all, this is a battlefield that has experienced supreme conflicts!
However, the saint-level battle can render this place unrecognizable!
Thus, before the battle even began, Young Master Wei soared into the air, challenging from above! He confined the battlefield to the skies!
Whoever falls down, loses!
Seeing Young Master Wei boldly flying up into the air, several enforcers revealed a hint of admiration in their eyes.
Martial artists are fearless. If they want to kill, they kill; if they want to fight, they fight!
Yet, Young Master Wei chose the more challenging aerial combat. This was to not damage the supreme relics here!
This choice stemmed from respect for the strong!
It was also a respect for his own martial path!
With respect in his heart, one can have a future; if a person does not respect the goals they aim to achieve, then they do not respect themselves at all!
How can someone who does not even respect themselves achieve the highest accomplishments?
Chu Yang pondered silently, gaining insight.
Then, Chu Yang suddenly realized a fact that he had overlooked: ever since he arrived here, the Sword Spirit had fallen silent!
From beginning to end, it had not spoken a word!
Chu Yang's heart jolted, and he tried to summon it.
The Sword Spirit seemed to have just awakened from a long sleep, speaking in a weak, almost inaudible tone, “Sword Master Lord... everything is up to you now.”
Then it fell silent again!
Chu Yang's heart trembled, and a wave of anxiety surged within him.
Just then, Shi Changfeng shouted, drew his sword from its sheath, and with a flourish, shot up into the sky, following Young Master Wei like a shooting star!
Everyone looked up simultaneously.
In the sky, two people in blue stood seven zhang apart, their forms steady, as if standing on solid ground.
Shi Changfeng was tall, with a long beard flowing over his chest. He held his sword in his right hand while his left hand rested behind his back, his sharp gaze cold and fierce. His blue robe billowed, exuding the aura of a master.
Young Master Wei had both hands behind his back, empty-handed, with a calm and proud expression, looking at Shi Changfeng with eyes as calm as a deep well.
“Young Master Wei, are you going to fight me empty-handed?” Shi Changfeng frowned and asked, feeling a bit pleased: If you’re so arrogant as to fight without weapons, then today will be your end!
“I never underestimate any enemies!” Young Master Wei smiled faintly. “Even if the opponent before me is a mere turtle, I will not take it lightly.”
Shi Changfeng couldn’t help but feel anger rise in him, and he took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, “Then what are you waiting for?”
Young Master Wei smiled lightly, shaking his head slowly, “Since you are so eager to die, I will gladly grant your wish!”
Saying this, he brought both hands out from behind him.
His fingers were pale and empty.
But the next moment, Young Master Wei drew a half-circle with his right hand, and suddenly grasped outward.
“Clang!”
He pulled a gleaming long sword from the void, the blade shimmering like autumn water, three feet three inches long, radiating cold light!
With the sword across his chest, Young Master Wei focused intently: “My friend, I apologize for putting you to use today... Your opponent is just a weak piece of garbage, and yet you have to make your move. I am deeply sorry.”
Shi Changfeng was almost furious to the point of exploding.
The long sword flashed and charged forward.
Young Master Wei laughed heartily, his body soaring upward, and then, in mid-air, he twisted his body, turning upside down, with sword light pouring down like a dome!
Shi Changfeng shouted, “Come on!”
The long sword met him!
At the saint level, it no longer mattered whether one held a divine weapon!
With vital energy, even grass and trees could become lethal swords!