Leng Ningshuang held the Autumn Water sword, her gaze sweeping across the crowd below.
The sight of her holding the Autumn Water sword left everyone dumbfounded. This was the ninth-ranked famous sword on the Sword Rankings. How could each disciple of Baiyun Sect possess one? It felt like they were cheating!
The current head of Hidden Sword Manor, Feng Zhengyang, along with several elders, couldn't help but twitch their lips in astonishment.
"Several elders, what do you think about these Autumn Water swords?"
"Based on my years of forging experience, these Autumn Water swords appear to be genuine, not imitations."
"But how could there be so many Autumn Water swords?"
"Unless Baiyun Sect has a remarkably talented swordsmith, this is impossible."
"Baiyun Sect is hiding something deep…"
As the crowd debated, someone challenged Leng Ningshuang, and the outcome was predictable—she won without difficulty.
Suddenly, an intense sword intent erupted from the crowd.
A swordsman leaped onto the stage, coldly gazing at Ling Feng. "I am Tianlang Swordmaster, here to challenge you, Ling Feng!"
The appearance of a Heavenly Ranking master immediately heated the atmosphere.
"This man is the Heavenly Wolf Swordmaster!"
"I've heard that his swordsmanship is ferocious and brutal, hailing from another dynasty. Few can match him."
"Moreover, he was a close friend of the previous Tianwu Sect master, who died at Ling Feng's hands. It seems he's here to take revenge."
"I bet a hundred thousand taels—he won't succeed!"
"Not so sure; after all, he is a Heavenly master!"
The overwhelming sword intent rolled like a pack of wolves, causing Leng Ningshuang to be pushed back.
In an instant, a sword intent enveloped her, and Ling Feng walked onto the stage, calmly declaring, "Heavenly Wolf Swordmaster, I accept your challenge. You have one chance to attack!"
"You are so arrogant!" Heavenly Wolf Swordmaster's face darkened.
Without hesitation, he unleashed a sword strike, his powerful sword qi transforming into a pack of wolves that lunged toward Ling Feng, accompanied by chilling howls.
Ling Feng remained motionless, even keeping the Seven Stars Dragon Abyss sheathed. He simply raised a hand and pointed his finger, causing a spatial tear.
A sword qi, ethereal and elusive, surged forth, instantly annihilating the pack of wolves.
With a cough of blood, Heavenly Wolf Swordmaster was blasted off the stage, crashing into the crowd!
Everyone watched in shock, unable to comprehend how easily a Heavenly master was defeated.
This level of strength could only be described in two words—Utterly Insane!
Feng Zhengyang's expression turned grave. "What a brilliant and exquisite sword technique. Even I may not be able to withstand such a strike!"
He thought of Liu Rusi and couldn't help but sigh. "His master is already a monster; I didn't expect her disciple to be just as remarkable."
"What a fearsome pair of master and disciple."
On the stage, Ling Feng, clad in white like snow, stood proudly. A hint of disappointment crossed his face. "Is this really the extent of a Heavenly master?"
Now, he truly realized how strong he was. In the Great Zhou, aside from his own master, he could confidently consider himself invincible!
"Who else wishes to come up for guidance?" Ling Feng scanned the countless swordsmen below, his voice calm.
Silence fell over the arena. No one dared to respond.
This was absurd!
He had just effortlessly defeated a Heavenly master—what was the point of challenging him?
Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, and seeing that no one was stepping up, he mused aloud, "Members of the three major sects can come at me together."
The disciples of the three major sects turned furious.
Arrogant!
This was beyond arrogant!
"You can't stop me; I want to challenge him!"
"Forget it; don't go looking for death."
"Let's be patient for now."
"Isn't it shameful to let him provoke us like this?"
"Why not you go up instead?"
The disciples were furious but overwhelmed by fear of Ling Feng's power, they held back their anger, uncertain about how to proceed.
Ling Feng hesitated, then said, "How about this—I won't use my hands or feet, and you can all come at me together."
The crowd gasped in shock.
Which disciple of which sect dared to be this shameless?!
They looked closely and saw that it was a disciple from Tianwu Sect. He was blushing but still bravely proclaimed, "You're so arrogant; if you really have the ability, don't use your hands or feet as you've said!"
"Did he really just say that?"
"Never have I seen such shamelessness!"
"Why not just ask my younger brother to commit suicide instead?"
"Wow, so this is the kind of people Tianwu Sect produces."
Gu Linglong and Leng Ningshuang were fuming.
"No way are we accepting such ridiculous terms!"
Someone shook their head in disbelief.
"Fine then," Ling Feng's voice rang out.
What? He actually agreed?!
Everyone turned to look at him, their expressions filled with disbelief.
The Tianwu Sect disciple was stunned. "No way! He actually accepted?!"
Ling Feng nodded slightly and continued, "Not only will I not use my hands or feet, but I also allow you all to join forces!"
"But I have one condition—if you still can't defeat me, each sect must compensate Baiyun Sect with a hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones."
Hesitation filled the crowd.
A hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones were not a small burden for a top sect.
Seeing their reluctance, Ling Feng added, "Really? I've already bound my hands and feet. Are you still scared to fight me?"
"Are you all so cowardly?"
"Shouldn't you be practicing martial arts? Why not just go home and farm instead?"
Ling Feng continued his taunts, pushing their anger to the brink.
"How dare you insult us!"
An elder finally couldn't hold back. "Fine! I accept your challenge! I refuse to believe you can defeat us without using your hands or feet!"
With that, his powerful aura erupted, revealing himself as a top-tier Martial King.
Not only him, but several disciples and elders from the other sects stepped forward one after another, ready to challenge Ling Feng.