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

It was clearly a feigned act, merely summoning a crack to devour the rain of swords, while concealing its truly deadly aspect.

If Su Chen had intended to kill just now.

Han Yue's very soul will likely be erased by this stroke.

On the cloud platform, the old monster could see everything clearly, and he couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.

Li Changfeng, however, simply sipped his tea slowly.

"Hmph."

"This is nothing."

A cold snort rang out from the crowd on the sidelines.

He was a disciple at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm, one of the top talents in the sect.

"What can you figure out?"

The disciple stared solemnly at the figure in green robes in the center of the arena.

"This Su Chen is definitely not simple."

"Even if it were me, I wouldn't necessarily be able to win."

"That move just now was more than just a simple act of devouring."

"It's not surprising that your cultivation level is too low to see the killing intent within."

Upon hearing this, all the dismissive comments from those around him fell silent.

Many disciples then realized what was happening.

It turned out that the position this senior disciple had taken was not, as they had previously thought, obtained through connections with the Supreme Elder.

They are truly capable.

At the center of the room, Su Chen's gaze returned to Han Yue.

"Since my nephew is skilled in swordsmanship..."

He raised his hand, "Then I, Su, will also test my swordsmanship against you."

Spiritual energy surged.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the already refined, immaculate sword embryo slowly emerged, and a stream of light condensed from his palm, transforming into a long sword as white as jade.

"This sword of mine..."

Su Chen lightly tapped the tip of his sword, "Then I will use the Falling Clouds Piercing the Sun Sword Technique that my master passed down to me in my early years to teach my nephew a high-level move."

As soon as he said this, a commotion broke out on the sidelines.

All the disciples present, along with the elders on the cloud platform, recognized this sword technique.

The Falling Clouds Piercing the Sun Sword Technique was created by the Supreme Elder Li Changfeng himself.

However, this sword technique was included in the basic sword manual for novice disciples many years ago.

Throughout the sect, every disciple has practiced this technique.

Throughout history, only Li Changfeng has been able to cultivate it to the highest level and unleash its heaven-reaching power.

"Uncle Su, what is this...?"

"Using our well-practiced, basic sword techniques to fight Senior Brother Han?"

"We can perform every move of this sword technique with our eyes closed, so what other tricks could there be?"

Many disciples exchanged bewildered glances, assuming that Su Chen was simply overconfident.

Even Lin Zhiya couldn't help but feel worried for him.

These prodigies have studied this sword technique for over a century, yet they have never discovered even a trace of its mystery.

Li Changfeng's extraordinary power was mostly due to his cultivation at the Mahayana realm.

Su Chen's use of this sword technique, which he knew by heart, was clearly an exposure of his weaknesses.

Li Changfeng's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

A faint hint of curiosity flashed in the old monster's eyes.

Su Chen was completely unaware of the origin of this sword technique.

He mobilized his spiritual power, and a wisp of dark red heavenly tribulation power overflowed from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, slowly merging into the sword.

A crimson arc of lightning instantly coiled around the gleaming white longsword, crackling loudly.

A sword strike was unleashed.

The sword strike was fierce, and the red lightning exploded.

In terms of sheer power, it is truly remarkable.

But the disciples were all too familiar with this first sword strike, the Falling Clouds Piercing the Sun.

He was so familiar with the game that he could predict Jianfeng's movements with almost perfect accuracy.

"You think you can defeat me with just this sword technique?"

Han Yue sneered, shifted his body to the side, and effortlessly avoided the crimson lightning sword light.

"Do you think you're some kind of supreme elder?"

The crimson lightning slashed through the air, leaving only a charred mark on the blue stone behind him.

Su Chen wasn't annoyed; instead, he curled his lips into a smile.

"It's strange."

He sheathed his sword and stood there. "At first, I also thought this sword technique was nothing special."

"But one day, I actually comprehended the third sword intent from it."

"At that time, I had just formed my core."

Su Chen slowly raised the tip of his sword, pointing it straight at the sky.

"Now, with the cultivation of the Void Refinement stage, I will drive this third sword intent."

"If you can really take it on."

"You win this round."

On the cloud platform, Li Changfeng's hand, which was holding a teacup, suddenly stopped.

The old monster's eyes lit up, and the nonchalance he once had vanished completely.

The third sword intent?

When Su Chen formed his core, he happened to be away from the Luoyun Sect in Qingzhou.

Little did anyone know, this kid had actually managed to comprehend the third sword intent from the sword technique he created.

interesting.

Back then, when he created this sword technique, he only reached the level of three sword intents.

However, since everyone's innate qualities and state of mind are different, their understanding will naturally vary.

Is the third sword intent this kid comprehended the same as the one he had back then?

The old monster leaned forward slightly, clearly intrigued.

The center of the field.

Su Chen's spiritual power suddenly surged to its peak.

The crimson lightning on that gleaming white longsword had completely subsided.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be an indescribable pressure slowly gathering from the tip of the sword.

"The clouds fall and pierce the sun."

Su Chen's voice was not loud.

"The third sword."

"The sea of ​​clouds bows its head."

The sword fell.

In an instant, the sky above, half of which was covered by the giant tree, seemed to sense something.

Layer upon layer of clouds surged and bowed down towards the point where the sword's edge pointed.

A sword aura that pierced through the heavens shot out from the tip of the sword.

The sword energy was vast and boundless, like an inverted Milky Way, piercing straight into the sky.

Wherever it passed, even the branches and leaves of that ancient, towering tree trembled violently from the residual force of the sword energy.

The soaring sword energy carried a magnificent power capable of destroying the world.

Around the training ground, the Nascent Soul disciples below the Refinement stage were terrified and hurriedly retreated a hundred feet away to form a protective array.

Even so, the aftershocks still made the blood and qi of several people surge.

Han Yue looked up at the sword aura that pierced the sun, and froze on the spot.

impossible.

All the disciples of the Quanhao Ri Sect have practiced this Falling Clouds Piercing the Sun Sword Technique.

No one ever imagined that this set of basic sword techniques, which they knew by heart, could be practiced to such an astonishing degree.

He couldn't withstand that sword strike.

Forcing it will only lead to certain death.

But this sword energy was as vast as an abyss, permeating the heavens and earth, leaving no room for dodging whatsoever.

Am I... going to lose?

Han Yue stared blankly at the sword energy, and all sorts of old memories flooded his mind like a tide.

From a young age, he was pampered and spoiled by his sect, never experiencing the slightest setback.

He considered himself a sword genius, yet he suffered two defeats against this man from the lower realm.

He watched with his own eyes as this man wielded the sword technique he had practiced for half his life far better than him.

The string of pride in my heart snapped with a crash.

His Dao heart shattered, causing his cultivation level to plummet.

His once-prosperous Qi of the Void Refinement stage collapsed like water bursting its banks.

He fell back to the late-stage Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm.

The sword, formed from condensed raindrops in the cold mountain night, lost its luster and fell to the ground in despair.

The training ground was deathly silent.

Hundreds of disciples stared, mouths agape, at the dejected figure in the center of the arena, not daring to utter a sound.

Su Chen sheathed his sword and stood there, the gleaming white sword core quietly retracting into his sea of ​​consciousness.

High above, the surging sea of ​​clouds slowly calmed down.

With his late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, he was no longer qualified to fight Su Chen, who was at the Void Refinement stage.

"I... admit defeat."