Within half a year, all the famous experts of Dragon Flame City had challenged Xiao Chen.
When the outstanding talents who came for experiential training heard of Xiao Chen's reputation and the wager, they all challenged him.
Even the true inheritors of the ten Rank 5 sects of the Soaring Dragon Marquisate all rushed over.
At first, people came to challenge Xiao Chen nearly every day.
However, in the final month, only Feng Yuqiang came. Even so, he was defeated in ten moves.
"I'm old. I'm really old."
Feng Yuqiang picked up the broken saber and sighed to himself.
"Whoosh!"
Xiao Chen landed on the ground and performed a cupped-fist salute. "Senior, don't be too sad. Since ancient times, there has been no lack of powerful experts who became famous in their twilight years. "
Feng Yuqiang smiled bitterly and said, "There are indeed quite a few. I even know some of them. However, they are definitely not me. I'll take my leave first."
Feeling somewhat hurt, Feng Yuqiang shook his head and sighed before leaving alone.
As Xiao Chen watched Feng Yuqiang leave, he entered deep thought. In the past half a year, he had defeated countless people.
He would seriously observe the expressions and backs of every defeated person.
Defeat had never been scary. What was scary was losing all fighting spirit after one defeat.
Xiao Chen had once been reduced to a sorry state by a Star Venerate, like an ant that could be squashed.
He had lost even more miserably than these people, in an even more sorry state.
However, he did not lose his fighting spirit. That was how he rose up today, fighting everywhere in Dragon Flame City without suffering a single defeat.
However, this was not a result that he could be too proud of.
Xiao Chen withdrew his gaze and said softly, "It is time to return."
In the past half a year, Xiao Chen's cultivation had already reached peak Consummation Major Primal Core Realm, only one step away from Star Venerate.
Since he already condensed the will of soul, the bottleneck between Major Primal Core Venerate and Cloud Sea Star Venerate was not particularly large.
There was no need for him to purposely make a breakthrough. When the conditions were right, he could advance to Star Venerate.
Right now, Xiao Chen had to consider how to proceed after breaking through to Star Venerate.
He needed a goal, someone to refer to. However, there was no one in Dragon Flame City that he could learn from.
After packing his things, Xiao Chen silently left the northern city in the middle of the night.
Dragon Flame City, Southern District:
A middle-aged man wearing a cloak sat cross-legged on the top floor of a quiet and elegant pavilion.
Beside his hand was a simple and unadorned longsword.
In the quiet and peaceful top floor, there was an omnipresent sword aura that came from the middle-aged man's body.
As long as he existed, the sword momentum would not disappear.
Even if he was cultivating in seclusion, as long as he opened his eyes, the natural sword momentum would be ready to be unleashed.
This was a shocking blow to the invader, catching him off guard.
He was Beiming Feng.
Xiao Chen was one of the ten strongest swordsmen of Dragon Flame City, one of the sovereigns of the southern city. Over the years, he had killed countless aggrieved souls with his sword.
Relying on the four-foot-long sword, he had established an illustrious reputation. Very few people dared to provoke him.
But tonight, under the lonely shadow of the waning moon, a young man in white walked over.
The bright moon was not round, and the stars did not twinkle. Tonight, it was very dark.
The man in white walked over with a saber in his hand.
When he was ten li away from the pavilion, Beiming Feng suddenly opened his eyes.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Auras clashed, and the saber and sword hummed.
The decorations on the top floor shattered one by one, and cracks appeared on the pillars as they struggled.
Dense saber intent and sword intent clashed with each other, causing the cracks to spread continuously.
The instant Beiming Feng opened his eyes, he instantly grasped the sword beside him and drew it by one centimeter.
A dazzling sword light and a sharp sword wind made Beiming Feng's long hair and clothes flutter wildly.
However, by the time Beiming Feng opened his eyes, it was already too late.
This was because Xiao Chen had already drawn his saber, and Beiming Feng had only just opened his eyes.
"Boom!"
The pavilion instantly shattered, turning into countless shards. However, Beiming Feng had not even drawn his sword yet.
"Whoosh!"
An even stronger saber light completely crushed Beiming Feng's sword wind, extinguishing it and forcibly driving it away.
Before Beiming Feng could swing his sword, the saber light knocked the sword in his hand away.
"Ka ca!" The saber light chopped down, chopping off Beiming Feng's right hand, which originally held the sword.
Blood spurted out like a fountain.
When the pavilion shattered, Beiming Feng stabbed his sword into the ground, kneeling on one knee. His complexion was pale, but he did not say anything.
Xiao Chen sheathed his saber, and the saber light that lit up the dark night vanished.
However, Xiao Chen's white robes were still clearly visible in this quiet night.
"I am a vengeful person. Half a year ago, you stabbed me with your sword and nearly took my life. Half a year later, I will return the favor and cut off one of your arms. "
Right after Beiming Feng spoke, Xiao Chen left with his saber in hand, going further away in the hazy night sky with the waning moon hanging high.
As Beiming Feng looked at his chopped off arm, he revealed a bitter smile.
Beiming Feng had long known that a demonic genius had appeared in the northern city. In the past half a year, this person had challenged all the experts in Dragon Flame City.
He also knew that this person was the white-clad bladesman who once caught his sword with his bare hand.
Furthermore, Beiming Feng knew that the other party would definitely come looking for him before leaving.
However, Beiming Feng did not leave. Firstly, he could not bear to part with the profits he had accumulated in Dragon Flame City over the years. Secondly, he did not believe that he could not catch Xiao Chen's saber.
Beiming Feng knew that Xiao Chen was like him, a proud and aloof person.
Half a year ago, when Xiao Chen caught his sword, Beiming Feng stopped making a move, letting Xiao Chen leave.
Unfortunately, after half a year, Beiming Feng failed to catch this saber strike.
Losing an arm was the price Beiming Feng paid for his confidence.
Beiming Feng picked up the chopped off arm on the ground and quickly left without saying a word.
Beiming Feng had made many enemies over the years. If he did not leave after losing an arm, he would be seeking death.
Those enemies would not be as polite as Xiao Chen.
--- At sunrise, a black horse carriage kicked up dust as it sped on the road leading to Soaring Dragon City.
Xiao Chen sat cross-legged in the carriage, cultivating with his eyes closed, not slacking off at all. "Si!
Si! "
Cold Qi spread out in the carriage, and snowflakes flew everywhere, condensing into ice feathers drifting about.
In the past half a year, Xiao Chen had already cultivated the Ice Feather Divine Incantation to the third layer.
This was already very fast. In the future, Xiao Chen would have to slow down.
Unless Xiao Chen ran into some fortuitous encounter or an ice-attributed natural treasure.
Right now, Xiao Chen had a head of long hair, half white and half black. Despite his handsome air, there was now a hint of coldness.
After three days and three nights, Soaring Dragon City came into view.
Xiao Chen still needed to deal with some things before he could leave the Soaring Dragon Great Realm and return to the Grave Sea's Purple Flame Sect.
Xiao Chen still had many harvests in the underground dragon city, like the Blaze Crystals and all sorts of natural treasures that he could not use.
After cultivating for half a year, he had exhausted a lot of Spirit Jades, so he needed to replenish them.
"Whoosh!"
Ma Cheng suddenly shrank back and then strangely vanished, appearing on Xiao Chen's clothes, which had suddenly appeared.
Xiao Chen would arrive at Soaring Dragon City in another half a day.
There was no need to use the Cycle War Chariot to travel.
Just as Xiao Chen prepared to continue on, a strange aura attracted his attention.
At some point in time, the busy road had turned quiet, no carriages or people in sight.
Blocking the road?
These two words were Xiao Chen's first reaction. To be able to block the road to Soaring Dragon City, how capable must this person be?
Without the tacit approval of the Cluster Lord's Residence or some connection, it would be impossible to block the road.
Who would dare to offend the Soaring Dragon Marquis? That was a marquis conferred by an immortal dynasty.
It represented not only honor but also deterrence and strength, not some symbolic thing. "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
Light flickered, and eighteen figures approached from afar, surrounding Xiao Chen.
They were all dressed in black, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes and a cold, murderous aura.
Their footsteps were firm, and their cultivations were peak Major Primal Core Realm cultivators.
With one look, one could tell that these people were skilled in formations and good at working together to kill.
"Hand over the ancient Dragon Race totem. I'll give you one second to consider."
"Kill!"
Without waiting for Xiao Chen to reply, when the eighteen saw that he did not quickly take out the ancient Dragon Race totem, a murderous intent spread from their bodies.
The murderous intent immediately erupted.
Like a tsunami or a volcano erupting, the eighteen drew their short swords at the same time.
Piercing beams of light shot out from their feet. The light beams connected and instantly formed a three-dimensional formation, trapping Xiao Chen in it.
This trapped Xiao Chen within, making it difficult to advance or retreat. Danger lurked everywhere.
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