A Fourth-Rank Wuwang and a Third-Rank Wuwang, utilizing a combination attack technique, instantly generated terrifying power that shattered even the stone slabs paving the outer courtyard!

At the same time, the residual force produced by the spiritual energy fluctuation formed ripples that spread outward in all directions, forcing the surrounding martial artists back seven or eight steps.

They steadied themselves, but the blood in their bodies boiled violently!

Good heavens!

The residual force was too terrifying!

Sect Master Yu and the Cangshan Sect elders all showed deep concern in their eyes, worried that Jun Changxiao would be severely injured!

The experts from the two sects of Zhenyang Commandery all sneered coldly.

With such powerful force, and a combined attack from two Third and Fourth-Rank Wuwangs, that detestable fellow would surely die without a doubt!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The fierce wind continued to howl, sweeping away the surrounding dust. The combat area gradually became visible, showing Shui Tingfeng and Zhuang Yong maintaining their striking postures as streams of powerful spiritual energy spread outward.

However.

To everyone’s disbelief, Jun Changxiao still stood in his original position, except his white robes had been replaced by pitch-black armor.

The two Wuwangs of Lingyuan Sect had indeed hit their target, but not his body—they hit the armor!

“How… how is this possible!” Zhuang’s eyes filled with shock.

He and the Grand Elder’s combined attack had a power intensity of at least four million jin. Even a peak high-level Wuwang couldn’t possibly withstand it head-on, so how could he stand there unharmed!

Shui Tingfeng’s expression was also grim.

However, he reacted faster than Zhuang Yong, instantly determining that the reason this person could stand in place was definitely related to the armor he wore!

To withstand such intense force and remain unaffected—could this be a defensive equipment of extremely high quality?

Wrong.

This wasn’t equipment. This was armor condensed by Jun Changxiao using his Spiritual Armor technique. Due to his exceptionally abundant spiritual energy, not only did it look nearly identical to real armor, but he could also transform its appearance to pitch-black at will!

Elder Ma was severely injured, which made him very angry, so the armor turned black, representing death and slaughter.

Witnessing Jun Changxiao standing there unharmed, Sect Master Yu and the Cangshan Sect elders were not only shocked in their hearts but also secretly breathed a sigh of relief!

It seems.

Sect Master Jun is stronger than they imagined!

Swoosh!

Just then, Jun Changxiao suddenly turned around. The mid-grade Hanmang sword in his hand cut through the void, forming an unparalleled sword qi!

“Retreat!”

Shui Tingfeng and Zhuang Yong simultaneously executed profound movement techniques to retreat backward. Though they managed to dodge the cold and unparalleled sword qi with difficulty, cold sweat broke out on their backs.

This person’s weapon could easily cut down the Wuwang of Duanshui Pavilion—it was definitely no ordinary item!

With excellent equipment and powerful cultivation, who exactly was he!

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao stepped forward, his gaze locking onto Zhuang Yong as a cold and sharp sword momentum instantly emanated from his entire body.

How powerful?

The entire outer courtyard of Cangshan Sect was immediately filled with sharp aura, giving people a terrible sense of deadly intent!

And Jun Changxiao charging toward Zhuang Yong seemed to transform into a sharp sword with exposed edges under the envelopment of sword momentum!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Under the envelopment of the incomparably cold sword momentum, the swords held by numerous martial cultivators all trembled violently, as if worshipping their king!

Seeing this bizarre scene, Sect Master Yu’s eyes gradually widened as he exclaimed uncontrollably: “Sword… Sword King!”

Shui Tingfeng spoke in a horrified tone: “He… he is a Sword-Martial Dual King!”

Sword-Martial Dual King?

Everyone present opened their mouths wide, looking at Jun Changxiao as if he were a monster!

A Sword-Martial Dual King level expert hadn’t appeared in the Xingyun Continent for five thousand years… no, wait, one had just emerged in Qingyang Commandery a few days ago…

Wait a moment!

The experts from the two sects of Zhenyang Commandery suddenly realized that the Cangshan Sect where they currently stood was within Qingyang Commandery’s territory.

This young man who didn’t seem very old first burst forth with Wuwang aura, and now burst forth with Sword King aura—could he be the one who advanced to Sword-Martial Dual King a few days ago?

“Incredible, incredible!” The injured Wang Donglin was dumbfounded.

Not long ago, when the celestial phenomenon occurred and a Sword-Martial Dual King descended, he and Ma Yunteng had discussed whether it might be Sect Master Jun.

Actually, at that time, he and Elder Ma were merely hoping—hoping that this powerful existence would be Jun Changxiao, because only he could bear the word ‘prodigy.’

Now that he had unleashed his Sword King momentum, Wang Donglin truly realized that it wasn’t just hope—it was real. Sect Master Jun didn’t just bear the title of prodigy, he inherently was—a prodigy!

…

Bursting forth with Wuwang cultivation already shocked everyone tremendously.

When Jun Changxiao also released his Sword King cultivation, it absolutely electrified the entire venue, stunning them all into complete bewilderment!

Shui Tingfeng and Zhuang Yong finally understood why this young man who appeared to be only First-Rank level had such terrifying combat power—he was actually a Sword-Martial Dual King!

“Swish!”

While the two were shocked, Jun Changxiao stepped on the ground and his entire body soared into the air, flying straight up dozens of zhang high, as if standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

The locked-on Zhuang Yong’s heart trembled with fear, then his expression drastically changed as he retreated frantically backward.

However.

After retreating just a few steps, he felt the sword intent permeating the surroundings press down like ocean waves, the pressure slowing his speed and making his legs feel extremely heavy!

“This…”

Zhuang Yong’s heart was horrified.

In his understanding, using emanating aura to restrain others could only be achieved by a Wuhuang’s Aura Domain!

Breaking through to Wuwang allowed one to condense spiritual qi to form air walls and use spiritual perception to spy on everything around.

Breaking through to Wuhuang not only enabled flight through the air but also allowed spiritual energy to spread out, forming an aura field to restrain targets—this was called an Aura Domain.

Jun Changxiao soared into the air, manipulating the sword intent he emanated to create oppressive force. Though it seemed very similar to a Wuhuang’s Aura Domain, it was actually the second form of the Lingjian Divine Art—Momentum Form!

He had comprehended this technique before his breakthrough, but wasn’t proficient in using it. After advancing to Sword-Martial Dual King, he immediately gained a deeper understanding!

First the Seven Profound Radiant Breaking Strike, then Spiritual Armor transformation, and now using the second form of Lingjian Divine Art.

Sect Master Jun was truly displaying technique after technique today!

To be honest.

When he was at Wuzong level fighting others, though it was intense, it always felt like something was missing.

Now having advanced to Sword-Martial Dual King, any technique casually unleashed gave a feeling of earth-shattering power—he understood that what was previously missing was—impact!

Having impact alone wasn’t enough; there must also be lethality!

“Swish!”

Jun Changxiao, soaring in the air, after restraining Zhuang Yong with sword momentum, flashed a cold gleam in his eyes and said: “This lord will kill another king today!”

Zhuang Yong, whose movements were restrained, turned deathly pale, and a strong sense of crisis immediately arose in his heart!

Was he… going to die?

No! No! No!

Zhuang Yong’s eyes bulged with rage as spiritual energy surged frantically within his body, forming a nearly solid air wall before him!

“Buzz!”

At the same time, outside the air wall, a transparent arc-shaped barrier appeared.

Two layers of defense deployed.

Swish swish swish swish swish swish—

Just then, Jun Changxiao, suspended in midair, suddenly swung the Hanmang sword. Dense sword qi descended from the sky, forming a rain of swords!

Quick Word Form.

One breath, five hundred strikes!