Enduring humiliation for three years, seizing the elixir, the treasure, and the holy maiden.

Su Chen didn't even bother to summon the Angry Scale Green Robe.

His figure swayed slightly.

The sword light, powerful enough to shatter giant rocks, barely grazed his clothes before striking the bluestone ground behind him.

With a loud bang.

Stone chips flew everywhere, and a crack several meters long split open from the ground.

Su Chen was already several feet away, yet not a speck of dust had touched the hem of his clothes.

"Huh?"

"Is Uncle-Master... only focused on hiding?"

Many people couldn't stand it anymore.

After all, from an outsider's perspective, Su Chen was clearly at a disadvantage.

The sudden downpour, obscuring the sky and the sun, swept towards Su Chen.

This sword strike was incredibly powerful, truly possessing a world-destroying aura.

Su Chen, however, remained calm and unhurried.

The figure suddenly appeared out of thin air and moved more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, it's like shrinking the earth to an inch.

Spatial escape technique!!!

Hundreds of sword lights all missed their mark, only stirring up a violent surge of spiritual energy at the spot where the phantom had been.

Han Yue missed his first strike and urged his sword on again.

I recall the battle with Wang Qiushan, and even the battles with Xue Shazi and Lu Yao.

This spatial escape technique is no challenge for most people.

Compared to other cultivators in the Void Refinement stage, Han Yue's experience was far too weak, and he couldn't even be ranked.

These are flower buds that have been within the sect for many years, untouched by wind and rain.

That's really too inexperienced...

The countless sword shadows were like a malignant sore.

No matter how fierce his swordplay was, it was always just a hair's breadth short.

Those who saw it clearly from the sidelines have already realized what happened.

Su Chen was clearly handling things with ease.

His movements were as elusive as a ghost, and he dealt with Han Yue's thunderous sword strikes with the ease of toying with a child.

There was not a trace of panic.

However, those disciples with shallow cultivation could not see through this trick.

"This Uncle Su doesn't seem as formidable as he claimed earlier."

"All he knows is how to hide and run away; he probably doesn't have any way to catch Senior Brother Han's sword."

"I'm afraid we're going to lose."

The whispers reached Su Chen's ears, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"If that's all the meager tricks you have."

With a light tap of his toes, he used another technique to shrink the distance between the ground and the inch, dodging a sword aura that pierced through the air.

"It's not enough to warrant my intervention."

Stop playing tricks!

Han Yue's blood surged, and the unhealed internal wound was aching slightly from the impact of this intense spiritual energy.

"If you're really capable, then show me!"

Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, letting the countless sword shadows dissipate within three feet of him.

"Why aren't you unleashing your signature magic weapon?"

"This level of sword intent alone is far from enough."

Han Yue was startled.

He knew perfectly well that his sword moves had been completely manipulated by this man.

It seems that only by unleashing one's natal magic weapon and combining it with the final sword intent of rain can one have a chance to fight.

"Cold Mountain Night Rain, emerge!"

An ancient sword, entirely bluish-gray in color and covered with water ripples, roared out from his sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, the sky changed color.

That half of the sky, which was originally blocked by giant trees, was now filled with churning dark clouds that pressed down very low.

A torrential downpour poured down from the heavens.

The rain fell thick and fast, enveloping the entire training ground.

Strangely, none of the raindrops that filled the sky actually touched the ground.

Each raindrop, guided by Han Yue's spiritual power, remained suspended in mid-air, solidified and not dispersed.

"The sword intent of rain, condensing rain into a sword."

"This sword strike has stirred up a storm throughout the city!"

With a buzzing sound.

The raindrops trembled all at once, transforming into fine sword energy.

Thousands of sword energies filled the heavens and earth, sealing off Su Chen's escape routes completely.

There was nowhere to escape.

Under such a sword formation, even shrinking the distance to an inch would not provide a glimmer of hope.

The onlookers were in an uproar, and many retreated.

"What incredible sword intent!"

"No wonder everyone in the sect says that Senior Brother Han is a once-in-a-century swordsmanship genius!"

On the cloud platform, Lin Zhiya looked at the torrential rain of swords that enveloped the entire area, and a trace of worry appeared between her brows.

Su Chen is indeed strong.

But she never expected that her junior brother's sword intent had reached such a level.

This sword strike was truly dangerous.

Master Yunmeng stroked his long beard, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Speaking of which, Han Yue is quite a promising talent."

He turned his head to look at Li Changfeng beside him, his tone somewhat deliberate.

"Now that you have comprehended the 'Citywide Storm' and have reached the Refinement of Emptiness, you can be considered one of the top talents in our sect."

"Junior brother, even though your disciple was defeated by him, it doesn't mean he disgraced his name."

Li Changfeng was about to drink his tea when he heard this and almost spat out the entire mouthful of spiritual tea.

"defeat?"

The old monster wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, looking both amused and exasperated.

"Old Ghost Yunmeng, do you know what kind of person this kid I brought back from the lower realm is?"

"In the Xuanhuang Continent, among the many Void Refinement cultivators, he was known as the God of Slaughter."

"That's all there is to it."

Li Changfeng picked up his teacup again, leisurely and self-satisfied. "Does he even deserve to see my disciple perish here?"

Right in the center of the torrential rain of swords.

Su Chen wiped the raindrops that had splashed on his face, and the nonchalance in his eyes finally faded a bit.

"That's more like it."

He chuckled softly and slowly raised his hands, which had been behind his back.

"If it weren't for that, I, your martial uncle, really wouldn't have been willing to do it."

That's exactly the kind of momentum we wanted.

Having already set a high-profile tone, they might as well force out all the opponent's secrets and then, under the watchful eyes of the public, easily suppress them.

Only in this way can we be truly deterrent.

Only then would no one in the entire sect dare to plot against him, a cultivator from the lower realm.

Su Chen pointed his sword and slashed through the air.

An ancient brush, entirely black and imbued with a sense of antiquity, flew out from his sleeve.

Spring and Autumn Annals: A Record of Overcoming Adversity

With a single stroke, he unleashed a torrent of swords raining down from the sky.

stab.

The void was torn apart by this stroke.

A spatial rift hundreds of feet long suddenly opened up above the training ground.

Within the crack lies an endless, inky void, dotted with cold stars.

The instant the crack opened, a terrifying force of absorption surged forth from it.

The fierce and menacing storm that had enveloped the entire city was completely absorbed by this force of breath.

The countless sword energies, along with the torrential rain, were swallowed up completely in the blink of an eye.

The sky has returned to its clear state.

"this……"

The area around the training ground was completely silent.

Hundreds of disciples stared, mouths agape, at the slowly closing spatial rift, momentarily speechless.

Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back beneath the crack, his blue robe fluttering even without wind.

"To be honest, I really can't bring myself to do it."

He turned his head and glanced at Han Yue, whose face was deathly pale.

"If this stroke were to take you into that endless void..."

"Even if you had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough to kill you."

"That's enough."

He tucked the ancient brush back into his sleeve. "Let's try some other methods and have a go at each other."

That's all.

The disciples on the sidelines were all dumbfounded.

Master Yunmeng's pupils suddenly contracted.

No wonder.

No wonder Li Changfeng values ​​this disciple so much.

Cultivators at the Refining Void Realm can usually touch upon a trace of the power of laws...

But the laws of space are so rare.

Throughout history, those who have been able to control such laws have all been powerful beings.

They are all old monsters above the Mahayana stage.

I've only heard that one such person appeared in the spirit world before...

What terrified Yunmeng even more was the murderous intent hidden behind this move.

That stroke that tore through the void just now seemed to merely summon a rift that devoured everything.

In reality...

A power capable of tearing apart the void can certainly tear apart flesh and blood as well.

This kid clearly held back.

...