These two were both fearless and exceedingly arrogant.

Feng Tianyao gritted his teeth, quite annoyed by Ling Luo’s words. “This young master is being kind, yet you’re so tactless, even threatening to break my sword. What a joke! I wield the Divine Weapon Shuofang. We’ll see whose sword ends up broken!”

Ling Luo asked, “Do you have senior brothers?”

Chu Yi, drinking on the platform, had an ominous premonition.

Feng Tianyao looked down his nose at her. “Of course I do, more than one. Why?”

Ling Luo raised her sword, pointing at him, her gaze clear. “Then you better take this seriously. My senior brother said that if anyone loses to this wooden sword, their senior brothers should all commit suicide to apologize for the shame.”

Feng Tianyao: “…”

Very well, interesting!

You’re the first woman more arrogant than this young master!

Yun Shouxi smiled, glancing at Chu Yi, who frantically shook his head.

“What nonsense are you spouting!” Feng Tianyao’s sword stirred up a wind as he sneered, “Your wooden sword won’t last three moves!”

Ling Luo’s spiritual energy dispersed from her hands, her sword wind sweeping across. “Can you only show off with your Divine Weapon?”

Feng Tianyao was quite displeased by her words. The moment the judge marked out the combat area, he moved. Two domineering and forceful sword intents collided, creating sparks.

The dull sound produced when the wooden sword and the Divine Weapon clashed fell like shocking thunder on the spectators’ hearts.

One.

Two.

Three.

Shuofang burst forth with a golden sword light, cutting through the spiritual energy covering the wooden sword and leaving a notch in it.

Feng Tianyao laughed, “You talk a good game, but you’re nothing special!”

He increased the force behind his hand, pressing the sword forward again, pushing down on the wooden sword’s tip, blocking Ling Luo’s path of retreat. His clear objective was to break her wooden sword.

Chu Yi had expected Ling Luo to block with incantations but saw that she was still competing with Feng Tianyao in sword momentum. Divine Weapon Shuofang’s momentum was like a rainbow, directly cutting down the wooden sword, breaking it into two pieces.

In these past few days, everyone who fought against Ling Luo had one goal: to break her wooden sword. But none had succeeded.

Ling Luo’s sword attacks were too fierce, too aggressive. Ordinary people couldn’t get close enough to touch that wooden sword. When they did clash swords, like Mu Xujing, they couldn’t break through the spiritual energy covering the wooden sword.

They were completely helpless against her.

But Shuofang had cut through.

Mu Xujing, who had been eating the whole time, heard the exclamations from others behind him and finally glanced down at the platform.

The moment after breaking the wooden sword, Feng Tianyao turned his sword horizontally, attacking Ling Luo’s waist, intending to knock her out of the combat area. But he didn’t succeed.

Ling Luo lightly tapped her toes, instantly creating distance to avoid this attack. Feng Tianyao continued his pursuit, becoming increasingly unrestrained against the now swordless Ling Luo.

“Your sword is gone, why are you still struggling?” Feng Tianyao snorted. “This young master hasn’t used full force considering you’re female. If your defeat is too ugly, I fear Immortal Master Canxi will scold me.”

This person was as annoying as ever.

Always had the words “girl” on his lips, barely hiding his contempt for women.

Ling Luo engaged him in close combat techniques for several moves, perfectly avoiding each of Shuofang’s sword attacks, instead forcing Feng Tianyao to be constrained.

Yue Liangze watched carefully.

Bai Zang lightly swirled his wine cup. “Fighting against Shuofang, even a wooden sword would be affected. Her broken sword technique is quite good.”

Yue Liangze’s lips curved slightly. Not many people realized Ling Luo had deliberately broken her sword.

Lady Li spoke softly: “Hasn’t she lost her sword?”

Feng Yunhong’s expression remained cold, his eyes reflecting the two combatants below.

Despite being without a sword, Ling Luo hadn’t been eliminated. Feng Tianyao fought with increasing frustration, gathering power for a sword strike aimed at Ling Luo. The golden sword’s momentum even cut through the Weak Water. “Aren’t you annoying!”

As Ling Luo retreated, she was forced to leap upward by the sword’s momentum. As she descended, her toes landed on Shuofang’s blade. Meeting Feng Tianyao’s angry eyes, she mocked, “A sword is the kind of thing that exists whenever I want it to.”

When she landed back in the Weak Water, she opened her hand. The wooden sword, which had been shattered by Shuofang’s previous attack, was now rapidly gathering in Ling Luo’s hand, driven by spiritual energy, becoming a new sword connected by spiritual power.

Zong Xiu on the platform was somewhat surprised. Though aware of Ling Luo’s profound spiritual energy from seeing her previously cover her wooden sword to resist various high-grade weapons, controlling broken sword fragments with spiritual energy would also be challenging for him.

“You…” Feng Tianyao was stunned for a moment, but quickly said disdainfully, “A useless sword! This young master broke it once and can break it countless times again! Besides, how long do you think you can maintain its shape with spiritual energy?”

Feng Tianyao raised his eyebrows, changing the sword momentum in his hand. Shuofang, facing the blazing sun, became unbearable to look at directly, while simultaneously emitting a low sword howl.

The sword howl conveyed supreme majesty, causing all weapons present to stir.

Shuofang’s sword howl made all swords submit.

Some swords hummed in resistance to Shuofang’s sword howl.

The Sect Leader pressed down on his sword and smiled. “Worthy of being Divine Weapon Shuofang.”

Feng Yunhong’s lips curved slightly. “I’ve embarrassed everyone.”

Yet the swords of the two Holy Sword Sect disciples showed no reaction.

Instead, the sword spirits began chatting among themselves.

Tianjing Mirror exclaimed: “How shameless to bully a young girl like this! Using a Divine Weapon’s sword howl against a wooden sword—have you no shame? Have you no shame? Have you no shame?!”

Duanyi: “Shameless, shameless, shameless!”

Wusheng: “Going to sleep, too lazy to bother.”

Zhenxian Yu: “Shut up, all of you!”

Shuofang: “If you won’t listen, just don’t listen—why curse at me!”

Shuofang’s sword howl was powerful. Ling Luo faced the fierce wind, her sword momentum undiminished, clashing hard with Feng Tianyao once more.

Both sides’ sword techniques were fierce and aggressive, carrying an unyielding fighting spirit.

“You’ve used your sword howl. Where’s your Divine Sword Intent?” Ling Luo asked.

As the fight continued, Feng Tianyao’s brow furrowed increasingly.

He discovered that Shuofang’s sword howl had absolutely no effect on Ling Luo’s sword.

Shuofang was fierce to it, and the wooden sword was fierce back to Shuofang.

This wasn’t right!

A sword that had been broken by Shuofang should logically be more fearful of Shuofang, completely unable to fight back!

“To deal with a mere woman, why would I need to use Divine Sword Intent?” Feng Tianyao sneered. “You think too highly of yourself!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Luo was already unstoppably before Feng Tianyao, her sword techniques completely suppressing him, appearing like a shadow.

Too fast!

Feng Tianyao was shocked—he couldn’t see any of Ling Luo’s techniques!

In this moment of shock, he forgot how to resist and was struck by Ling Luo’s sword. The sharp pain awakened Feng Tianyao, but the next sword strike landed on his hand. His opponent showed no hesitation, even though this sword strike could sever his hand!

Feng Tianyao felt a trace of fear.

Fear made him desperately raise his sword to block, but he saw that wooden sword shatter as it struck, fragments passing through him, carrying a fierce wind that hit his abdomen hard, sending him flying.

Shuofang fell from his hand into the Weak Water.

Feng Tianyao grunted, stabilizing himself without falling, but seeing Shuofang fall to the ground, he immediately felt profound humiliation.

Ling Luo showed no respect for the Divine Weapon, kicking Shuofang back to him, saying, “One more chance, young master of the Feng family.”

Feng Tianyao was thoroughly provoked, his breathing becoming heavier. He opened his five fingers, summoning Shuofang back to his hand. His eyes became serious, though his expression was somewhat distorted by anger.

The sword in his hand emitted a piercing howl. The sect leaders on the banquet platform erected a barrier to prevent the disciples’ swords behind them from being influenced by Shuofang.

Golden fireflies gathered around Feng Tianyao. Above him appeared a faint dragon head, with two dragon whiskers hanging by his sides, gently swaying, conveying supreme pressure and awe.

The Feng family’s Divine Sword Intent, when mastered, had each move protected by the power of the divine dragon, and could also unleash the power of the divine dragon.

Enemies would feel the dragon’s imposing gaze, whiskers binding their heads, claws seizing their limbs, scales cutting their flesh, and tail shattering their heart vessels.

Its momentum was unstoppable, its might could cut down all things under heaven.

Thus it earned the title of the world’s strongest sword technique.

Feng Tianyao had learned only thirty percent, yet it was enough to make those present who hadn’t broken through the Life and Death Boundary feel a suffocating pressure. Even those far from him on the Golden Luan Pool Banquet Platform, like Song Yuanyuan and her companions, unconsciously held their breath, focusing all their attention on his sword.

Chang Fei lamented, “If not for this barrier, my sword would probably break itself out of fear.”

Xu Shen, focusing on the two below, replied, “Then you could just get a new one.”

Chang Fei: “…”

Chu Yi, sitting at the front, unconsciously sat up straight and became serious.

This Divine Sword Intent was no joke.

Even he couldn’t be certain of victory against it.

Zong Xiu clenched his fist at his side, his eyes showing some unwillingness.

He had lost under Feng Tianyao’s Divine Sword Intent. The world’s strongest sword technique, even if one had only mastered a portion of it, exerted tremendous pressure on opponents.

If it had been Sect Leader Feng, who had mastered the entire Divine Sword Intent—

Zong Xiu’s eyelids twitched as he calmed himself, trying not to think further.

Bai Zang stroked his chin, saying leisurely, “He’s displayed thirty percent of the Divine Sword Intent’s momentum, but being controlled by anger will disrupt his techniques.”

“Whether his techniques are disrupted or not, Feng Tianyao cannot defeat her,” Yue Liangze’s gaze fell on Ling Luo, who was facing the dragon’s imposing gaze. She had a circle of golden threads wrapping around her—the dragon whiskers. “She has reached the Life and Death Boundary.”

“Hmm?” Bai Zang looked at his junior brother in surprise.

Below, Feng Tianyao made his move. He rushed toward Ling Luo, his sword techniques flashing with golden light. The dragon whiskers trapped Ling Luo in place, unable to move, but her face showed no fear. Instead, she raised her hand as if to block Feng Tianyao.

Feng Tianyao laughed coldly and roared, “Can you stop me?!”

A blinding sword light engulfed them both. Everyone on the platform held their breath, wanting to see the outcome, when a sword light shot skyward, breaking the golden dragon’s whiskers!

With a loud bang, Feng Tianyao was struck at the waist and sent flying backward!

The Weak Water churned, actually producing the sound of water.

Lady Li covered her mouth, while Feng Yunhong beside her slightly furrowed his brow.

Zong Xiu rose in shock, looking at Ling Luo with eyes full of disbelief.

How could she—how was this possible?

“This…” The Taichu Sect Leader raised his eyebrows. “Breaking through the Life and Death Boundary at this moment, Canxi, you truly have an excellent disciple.”

Yun Shouxi looked at Ling Luo below and smiled. “My disciple always gives me surprises.”

People from other immortal sects all smiled and offered congratulations.

“What! What! What!” Chang Fei was so excited she almost jumped up, but was held down by Song Yuanyuan and Xu Shen. “Ling Luo broke through the Life and Death Boundary!”

“Not only broke through the Life and Death Boundary but also knocked him out of the combat area,” Song Yuanyuan said excitedly. “She won!”

As the Golden Luan Pool Banquet Platform became noisy, Ling Luo turned her back to them, walking slowly toward Feng Tianyao, who had been knocked out of bounds and was now on the ground.

With each step she took, more words echoed in her mind.

“…that witch has nothing to do with our city!”

“Worse than a beast!”

“Women are weak, and you are an insect.”

“You are just a useless person who cannot even hold a sword.”

“…”

Feng Tianyao had been sent flying, with Shuofang again falling from his hand. He was in pain, though not bleeding, but he was almost angry enough to cough blood.

“You damn…” Before he could finish cursing, he saw Ling Luo pointing her sword at him.

“Get up,” Ling Luo said softly. “Useless person who cannot even hold a sword.”