"So according to what you're saying, I'm also sparring with you now, and there's a winner and a loser, a life and death battle?"
Fenghao looked at Duan Muyang with a smile that was not a smile, and the corners of his mouth curled into a playful arc.
Duan Muyang sized up Feng Hao and said indifferently, "Who do you think you are? Is your name on the ancient race's Prodigy Leaderboard? "
Duan Muyang saw that Feng Hao looked unfamiliar and wasn't one of those heaven-defying prodigies that he couldn't go toe to toe with. Duan Muyang's tone was naturally arrogant.
However, his words caused Cheng Jinnan and Cheng Dong's expressions to change, and they looked at Duan Muyang with pity.
Who was Feng Hao? Even the Thousand Feather Holy Son was beaten half to death. A Nascent Soul weakling wasn't even enough to warm up for him.
"Slap yourself!"
Fenghao's face turned cold. With a wave of his palm, the spiritual force field around Duanmu Yang changed drastically. His left cheek seemed to have been hit by a bomb and was sent flying three to four meters away, smashing many things.
"Ah!"
Duan Muyang screamed and got up. He touched his painful left cheek and flew into a rage. "How dare you sneak attack me? I'm the Holy Son of the Duan Mu family on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. Do you know what you're doing? You're courting death! "
Duan Muyang, who was used to living like a prince, had always been the one to slap others. No one had ever disobeyed his will.
But first, it was a bitch from the Cheng family. Now, there was another bitch. It was like pulling a tooth out of his tiger's mouth. He was courting death!
Duan Muyang shouted as he rushed towards Feng Hao. His Nascent Soul Stage cultivation base erupted, and pure spiritual power burst out from his ten fingers. In an instant, they turned into life-threatening spiritual blades that cut through the air.
A murderous aura filled the entire venue.
Many of the ancient race elders couldn't bear to see this happen. Were they going to lose another ancient race's Prodigy?
In the situation of the End of Days, the fall of any genius of the ancient clan would be a great loss to the entire cultivation world.
The Bodiless Immortal from the Duanmu Family immediately released his powerful Bodiless Immortal aura when he saw that many people's Spiritual Energy was fluctuating. The Bodiless Immortal shook his head and sighed.
"The Dragon Group has established a training ground with the experts of the Immortal World. Only by making Duanmu Yang famous in one battle can he gain the favor of the experts of the Immortal World. This is a great opportunity …"
Duanmu Boyi muttered in his heart. As a Loose Immortal expert, he was a figure with eyes and ears that could reach the heavens. Nothing about the cultivation world, big or small, could escape his discerning eyes.
For example, the Long Corporation had organized this so-called Immortal Welcoming Ceremony. In reality, the Immortal World's powerhouses were trying to get a feel for the ancient cultivation clans of China.
Even if he couldn't achieve absolute control, he needed to have a sufficient understanding of the God Race behind the various Ancient Clans.
What kind of person was Duanmu Boyi? Although the top geniuses who could become Itinerant Immortals did not know what had happened on Earth, from the various events that had happened during this period of time, they could conclude that a great opportunity was about to descend on Earth. This was an unprecedented and perfect era.
If the ancient cultivation clans seized this opportunity, wouldn't they be able to reach a new height?
Of course, before that, they had to make Duanmu Yang famous and make the experts of the Immortal World look at them in a different light. Only then would the Duanmu family have more opportunities to show their faces. With more opportunities, they would not have to worry about immortal fate anymore.
Therefore, if anyone dared to stop Duanmu Yang, he would be the first to cripple them.
Arrogant, cool, and awesome was exactly what he, Duanmu Boyi, was like.
At the same time, Feng Hao's eyes did not waver at all when he saw Duanmu Yang's spirit blade that cut through the air shooting towards him.
Everyone thought that Fenghao was scared silly, and they all sighed softly.
However, the next scene completely subverted their understanding. Their eyes widened into dead fish eyes and their jaws dropped to the ground.
When the powerful spirit blade that could even cut through the air was only an inch away from Feng Hao's forehead, it was as if it had encountered an invisible iron wall and could no longer move forward.
At the same time, Feng Hao reached out and grabbed those spirit blades. He even … played with them in his palm.
"This …"
Duanmu Boyi's heart tightened and his brows knitted together. It was not rare to be able to control spirit blades perfectly, but what was rare was … controlling the enemy's spirit blades was too shocking.
What did this mean? It meant that his cultivation was absolutely overwhelming. Only cultivators above the Soul Formation stage could barely do this.
The key was … Feng Hao was actually playing with five spirit blades with one hand, and the spirit blades seemed to have seen their master. They were actually wagging their tails and begging for mercy.
They were originally inanimate objects, but in Feng Hao's hands, they had become living things with souls.
"Return!"
Duanmu Yang shouted. The five spirit blades were not simply condensed from spiritual energy. They were his natal flying swords. Wrapped in spiritual energy, they produced a power that was enough to break through the protective qi of a Soul Formation stage cultivator.
However, his natal flying swords were being played with by Feng Hao. He was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Interesting flying swords. Unfortunately, they seem to be looking down on you …" Feng Hao looked at Duanmu Yang with disdain.
As for the five flying swords, they very vividly bowed towards Duan Muyang, agreeing with Fenghao's words.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, all the ancient clan cultivators in the venue were stunned. They all looked at Feng Hao in shock.
"Rumor has it that a true emperor of the sword can make all the flying swords in the world bow down to him and master the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect …"
An ancient clan cultivator said.
When the crowd heard this, they once again looked at Feng Hao with shocked expressions.
Only the Cheng family elder, Cheng Cheng, and Cheng Dong were trying hard to hold in their laughter. Feng Hao was not some emperor of the sword.
He … was the Lord of the Chiliocosm, an expert who had accidentally come to the universe. He was also the Holy Lord of the Divine Wood race.
In the entire cultivation world, there was absolutely no one stronger than him.
Not to mention the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, even if there were 100,000 swords, it wouldn't be a problem.
"Who are you? What's your relationship with the Cheng family? "
Duanmu Boyi, the Itinerant Immortal, saw that Duanmu Yang was no longer a match for him. The strength that Feng Hao had displayed was already not something that Duanmu Yang could contend with.
At this time, it was time for him to take action.
In the eyes of the Duanmu family, there were only two kinds of people. One was allies, and the other was dead.
Feng Hao clenched his fist, and the five spiritual flying swords were directly held in his hand. His eyes fell on Duanmu Boyi, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He said indifferently, "You can call me Cheng Hao. I'm a disciple of the ancient cultivation Cheng family of Mount Hua."
"Cheng Hao?"
All the ancient clan cultivators present frowned. This name was very unfamiliar, and it was probably not a famous ancient clan genius.
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