Chapter 241
“Eighth level?!”
“Reaching the eighth level of sword mastery? Even sword cultivators in the Dao Integration Realm may not comprehend such sword intent, yet a cultivator who has just entered the Void Refinement Realm has achieved this?”
“Anyone who can attain the Sword Eight in swordsmanship is a peerless figure famous across Central Continent!”
“In the past few thousand years, the lowest cultivation level of a sword cultivator who reached Sword Eight was the late stage of the Void Refinement Realm, and that was the Sect Master of the Sword Pavilion at the time!”
“Who would’ve thought the Heavenly Dao Holy Land had such a prodigy in swordsmanship!”
“This person is far more monstrous than Dugu Wutian!”
As the powerful cultivators around the arena discussed in shock, Yang Chen, standing in the arena, pressed two fingers together. Though he hadn’t drawn the Pure Yang Ancient Sword, At that moment, he seemed to become a sword himself—an indestructible, unstoppable sword.
Zheng!
A loud sword cry echoed, and countless swords chimed in unison.
Golden flames erupted from Yang Chen’s body, combining with his sword intent to form a massive golden sword in an instant.
His fingers moving like a sword, Yang Cheng slashed nonchalantly.
Though the Radiant Dragon was condensed from divine holy light and exuded sacred power, it was instantly cleaved in half by the golden sword burning with the Divine Solar’s flames.
Roar!
Faintly, the Radiant Dragon let out a mournful cry. Its massive body was destroyed in an instant by the sword intent and flames.
As Yang Chen took a step forward, boundless sword intent surged, directly targeting Yu Zun.
Zheng!
A sword cry seemed to explode out of thin air.
Ripp!
Though sword intent was formless, it instantly pierced through Yu Zun’s Radiant Armor, causing him to vomit blood and retreat over a hundred zhang (approximately 333 meters).
“What an incredible strike!”
“With just one sword, he completely countered Yu Zun’s full-powered attack!”
“And solely with sword intent, he shattered Yu Zun’s Radiant Armor!”
“Isn’t this a bit too exaggerated?”
“If Yang Chen were at the fourth stage of Void Refinement, it would make sense, but he’s only at the first stage!”
“Crossing three minor realms to defeat a Holy Spirit Physique with an invincible stance!”
“Even at Sword Eight, how can his sword intent be this absurd?”
Many cultivators exchanged stunned glances. Even those at the peak of Void Refinement or in the Dao Integration Realm found it hard to comprehend.
After all, Yu Zun was considered one of the top-tier geniuses in all of Central Continent.
In their sects, it would be difficult to find anyone who could match him. Yet here he was, a peerless genius with an invincible stance, defeated by someone three realms lower.
What kind of monster was this Yang Chen?
Was his sword mastery at Sword Eight truly this powerful?
At this moment, a black-robed elder spoke in a deep voice: “That is indeed the sword intent of Sword Eight! But it’s not at the entry level of Sword Eight; it’s at the Minor Accomplishment stage!”
“That sword intent should be the Pure Yang Sword Dao of the Pure Yang Sovereign from back then!”
“This child’s attainment in swordsmanship is no less than mine, perhaps even greater!”
“Truly, the waves of the Yangtze River push the old ones forward, making this old man feel ashamed of himself!”
The black-robed elder’s voice was low, tinged with a sense of melancholy.
“Minor Accomplishment in Sword Eight?!”
“To comprehend Sword Eight at the first stage of Void Refinement, and to have reached the Minor Accomplishment stage!?”
“Our Central Continent has truly produced a monstrous genius in swordsmanship!”
“This person’s swordsmanship could rival the Master of the Giant Mountain Sword Sect!”
“The Heavenly Dao Holy Land, with its million years of heritage, truly has profound foundations!”
“With this child here, the future of Central Continent’s swordsmanship will undoubtedly be led by the Heavenly Dao Holy Land!”
No one doubted the words of the black-robed elder, because he was one of the six Sword Masters of the Sword Pavilion, a sword sage renowned across Central Continent, who had reached Sword Eight over two thousand years ago.
“Hoo!”
Seeing Yang Chen display such shocking sword intent and effortlessly counter Yu Zun’s Radiant Dragon, Zhan Qiuyun let out a sigh of relief. Her beautiful eyes glanced at Yang Chen with a hint of reproach, and she couldn’t help but mutter inwardly: “This little rascal, hiding so deeply! I truly underestimated you before. To think you’ve comprehended Sword Eight, and even reached the Minor Accomplishment stage! Even I have only just entered Sword Eight!”
The veiled woman from the Ethereal Immortal Palace stood nearby, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.
The Minor Accomplishment stage of Sword Eight—this level of sword intent was exceedingly rare across the entire Central Continent.
Those who had reached it were without exception renowned senior cultivators with illustrious reputations. However, amidst her shock, the veiled woman was also deeply puzzled.
Zhan Qiuyun’s reaction was far too unusual.
As someone who knew Zhan Qiuyun extremely well, she was aware of her typically cold and detached nature. Zhan Qiuyun rarely showed genuine concern for others.
Yet just now, her expression carried a hint of reproachful affection.
This Yang Chen … is he really just her martial nephew?
Their relationship likely wasn’t as simple as it appeared.