"I'm furious! A gentleman can endure only so much!"
"Let's fight him!"
"I refuse to believe that, even without his hands and feet, we can't defeat him! If that's true, we might as well find a rock to die on!"
"Exactly! Let's take him down together!"
The disciples of the sect soared into the air, their sword aura erupting around them. Among them were Martial Spirits, Martial Sovereigns, and even Martial Kings. There were easily two to three hundred of them, their eyes bloodshot with rage, staring at Ling Feng as if he were their sworn enemy, and they pounced toward him!
A myriad of sword techniques and energies intertwined, creating an impenetrable net of swords, poised to crush Ling Feng!
The terrifying power of this attack could even threaten a Martial Venerable!
And let's not forget that Ling Feng had promised not to use his hands or feet.
To them, this felt like sitting back and waiting for death!
They couldn't believe that in this situation, he could still defeat them!
"Junior Brother!"
"Wait, they're really attacking!"
"Junior Brother has gone too far with his taunts!"
Gu Linglong, Leng Ningshuang, and the others felt anxious and wanted to rush in to help. But Ling Feng waved his sleeve, a gentle stream of true energy pushing them back. He smiled faintly, "Just watch."
As hundreds of sword practitioners surrounded him, he remained motionless.
Suddenly, he took a deep breath.
In that instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently toward him!
Then he exhaled!
The true energy transformed into boundless sword aura, like a cataclysmic storm erupting from his mouth!!
Wherever it went, the very fabric of the air seemed to tear apart!
The intricate net formed by the hundreds of sword practitioners was effortlessly ripped apart, and the sword practitioners were sent flying.
Those with weaker cultivation were instantly obliterated in this gale of energy!
In the world around him, as Ling Feng exhaled, the wind howled and the heavens rumbled!
The hundreds of sword practitioners fell like rain, collapsing to the ground.
Every one of them was bloodied and bruised.
Even the Martial King level experts were no exception.
In an instant, aside from Ling Feng, there was not a single person left standing on the arena; around him lay a sea of fallen sword practitioners.
And this was all due to a single breath!
Breath of the Sword!
This display of power left everyone gasping in shock!
Some rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
"Am I hallucinating?"
"Is this really happening?"
"It can't be true! Is there really someone who can blow away hundreds of sword practitioners with a single breath?!"
"What kind of martial arts is this?"
Everyone's understanding of the world was profoundly shaken.
Even Feng Zhengyang, a top-ranked expert, stood agape.
"Lord, do you know what kind of martial arts this is?" one elder asked in shock.
"I... I don't know a damn thing!" The master of Hidden Sword Manor felt his lips twitch.
He had never seen or even heard of such martial arts!
"Ladies and gentlemen, please prepare hundred thousand spirit stones and send them to the Baiyun Sect within seven days. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to visit your door," Ling Feng smiled as he looked at the moaning figures on the ground.
But to the crowd, his smile resembled that of a demon.
"There's an ancient saying that immortals can breathe out storms and rain; it seems it's not a mere myth!" someone couldn't help but exclaim.
"Breath of the Sword, such a miraculous martial art! Coming to the Sword Discussion Conference just to witness this technique was worth it!"
"Ling Feng… he is destined to become a legend in the martial world of the Great Zhou!"
"With a single breath to defeat hundreds of sword practitioners, there is no one else under heaven who can achieve this!"
Ling Feng walked off the stage, inwardly reflecting on the power of the Breath of the Sword.
He felt that this was less a martial art and more like a spell!
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for proforming correctly. Breath of the Sword is indeed a spell that surpasses ordinary martial arts! The host is rewarded with the power of Ten Elephants!]
Ling Feng felt the surge of vitality within him and found it quite amusing.
To think that merely expressing a thought could earn him a reward!
But then he recalled the system's words and fell into contemplation.
So, this world actually has spells…
Indeed.
Martial arts can't compare to immortal cultivation.
No.
It should be said that the pinnacle of martial arts leads to immortal cultivation!
He thought of Liu Rusi, who was a reincarnated celestial being. He wondered if she would know spells, and resolved to ask her about it when he returned.
As the fallen sword practitioners were cleared from the arena, the Sword Discussion Conference continued.
However, after witnessing Ling Feng's terrifying Breath of the Sword, no one could focus on the subsequent matches.
No matter how they competed, nothing could compare to that spectacle.
The image of hundreds of sword practitioners falling like rain would be indelibly etched in their memories, haunting them for a lifetime.
The name Ling Feng would become a nightmare for the three major sects.
After watching a dozen matches, Ling Feng yawned, feeling disinterested.
There was no need for him to take the stage again.
After all, no one could match him.
However, it was still worthwhile for Gu Linglong and the others to gain some experience.
Suddenly, the entire Hidden Sword Manor began to tremble, and cracks appeared in the ground, from which black gas surged forth.
The crowd turned pale with fright. Although they didn't know what the black gas was, it was clear it wasn't good, and they hurriedly took cover.
Yet some people weren't quick enough to escape and were hit by the black gas.
They immediately went berserk, shouting madly and attacking indiscriminately!
"What the hell is going on?!"
"Why is this happening?!"
The crowd scrambled to dodge the black gas and the madly affected martial artists.
Ling Feng furrowed his brow, feeling surprised.
He hadn't expected such a turn of events at the Sword Discussion Conference.
As the master of Hidden Sword Manor, Feng Zhengyang suddenly realized something and his expression changed dramatically, "Could it be… No, this is bad!!"
He turned and rushed toward the depths of the mountain.
The crowd was left bewildered.
Hey, don't leave us like this, you're the master here!
Why would you abandon us when something goes wrong?!
"Junior Brother, what should we do now?!"
Gu Linglong and the others looked to Ling Feng, seeing him as their anchor.
Ling Feng glanced at the increasingly dense black gas around him, intrigued. He wanted to investigate further, but thinking of Gu Linglong and the others' safety, he decided to leave.
"A gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall. We'll leave first!"
Ling Feng said calmly.
However, just as he was about to leave, the surrounding black gas suddenly surged toward him, forming a black wall that blocked his path.
Looking around, he saw many martial artists trapped by the black gas, with the strange black aura closing in. Panic and despair filled the air.
At that moment, Ling Feng remembered something and activated his Insight Eye.
Information about the black gas began to materialize.
[Evil Heart Demon Sword Qi!]
[This energy can confuse the mind and cause insanity; the host can use righteous energy to dispel it!]
Ling Feng's eyes lit up. He took a step forward and focused his thoughts, a brilliant white light radiating from him!
The righteous energy swept out like a swift wind across a thousand miles!