Ling Feng detested these cowardly old foxes the most.
You want to fight me.
If you win, you get to show off.
If you lose, you'll beg for mercy and submit to me?
Is there such a good thing in the world?
"My choice for you is this: if you move, you die; if you don't move, you kneel!"
Ling Feng repeated himself.
Yang Fengchen's face turned even redder, and he gasped, "Kill!"
"Fine, then go die!"
Ling Feng nodded indifferently and continued to approach Yang Fengchen step by step, his pace quickening.
What started as walking soon turned into running.
Finally, his疾驰 (jíchí - rapid movement) figure became indistinguishable to everyone present.
Yang Fengchen's eyes widened, barely able to track Ling Feng's movements.
But this also filled Yang Fengchen with extreme fear. He roared, "All of you, attack!"
However, not many of the people around him moved.
Instead, those who had intended to charge forward noticed many of their companions retreating, and they couldn't help but slowly fall back with the crowd.
"Scoundrels!"
Yang Fengchen hadn't expected to be isolated at such a crucial moment.
This was simply too humiliating.
Even Zuo Tongxin had a group of loyal followers who immediately charged forward to fight, but his own men were so cowardly!
However, Yang Fengchen no longer had the chance to retreat.
He formed hand seals, and instantly, his Yuan Shen Fa Xiang (primordial spirit manifestation) appeared behind him.
The manifestation was incredibly majestic and enormous, over ten meters tall. A giant hand directly slapped down towards Ling Feng.
Seeing this, Ling Feng sneered and shook his head, "Is this the only way you can put on a show? Truly disappointing!"
With that, Ling Feng stood his ground, seemingly allowing Yang Fengchen's palm to strike him!
Bang!
A deafening sound erupted.
The ground trembled, and everyone looked towards Ling Feng in astonishment.
The next moment, they were stunned.
They saw Yang Fengchen's Yuan Shen Fa Xiang displaying an expression of extreme shock. His massive palm landed on Ling Feng.
Not only did it cause Ling Feng no harm, but Ling Feng easily pierced through its hand.
That's right, Ling Feng stood there with a detached expression. Although his figure was tiny compared to the Yuan Shen Fa Xiang opposite him, in the eyes of the crowd, Ling Feng appeared far more imposing than the manifestation.
"This, this is impossible! How can you be unharmed after my Yuan Shen Fa Xiang's attack? Have you already completed your tribulation? Impossible, wouldn't that mean you've reached the ascension realm?"
Old Ancestor Yang Fengchen was incredibly shocked, his eyes fixed on Ling Feng as if he had seen a ghost.
Ling Feng, however, let out a cold snort, "Hmph, it seems the combat training I did earlier was in vain. The strongest of the Myriad Sword Sect is nothing more than this!"
As he spoke, Ling Feng formed a hand seal!
His Yuan Shen Fa Xiang instantly appeared behind him.
This was the first time Ling Feng had unleashed such a divine ability after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.
Although this divine ability could be used at the Nascent Soul stage, it required cultivation above the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
This was because your primordial spirit would have been condensed sufficiently at that point.
The Yuan Shen Fa Xiang was your most powerful means, pouring all your cultivation into your primordial spirit.
The power of the Yuan Shen Fa Xiang was immense, and in this state, spiritual energy from heaven and earth would continuously gather towards you.
It was very suitable for prolonged battles.
Of course, it was also the most suitable for overwhelming a larger force in a group fight.
However, when the strength was comparable, this was the only way to compete for victory.
Although Ling Feng's cultivation realm was only at the early stage of Tribulation Transcension, the gap between him and Yang Fengchen was not significant.
Using the Yuan Shen Fa Xiang to decide the victor was indeed a good method.
It was just that Ling Feng himself was unwilling to unleash such a technique because... Yang Fengchen was not worthy!
However, this could be considered a minor test of skill.
But then, something happened that even Ling Feng hadn't expected.
As Ling Feng's Yuan Shen Fa Xiang appeared, everyone's eyes widened, and many even gaped, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.
"This... this is a Yuan Shen Fa Xiang?"
"Are you sure it's not an Immortal Spirit Fa Xiang?"
Exclamations came from the surroundings.
They all looked up, because Ling Feng's Yuan Shen Fa Xiang was not just ten meters in size, but a full hundred meters!
A tenfold difference!
Such a terrifying Yuan Shen Fa Xiang, in their eyes, was something that could only be condensed by those who had truly reached the immortal realm – an Immortal Spirit Fa Xiang!
This kind of Immortal Spirit Fa Xiang was even more terrifying; it could instantly drain the spiritual energy from within a hundred-mile radius.
It could even form its own spatial domain. For cultivators of lower cultivation levels, they would have no chance to attack, as they would be completely immobilized before such an Immortal Spirit Fa Xiang.
"No, it's impossible! This is just a bluff. An Immortal Spirit Fa Xiang would emit powerful immortal spiritual energy, but you clearly have no immortal spiritual energy on you. You're still in the Tribulation Transcension stage!"
Yang Fengchen roared in disbelief.
Ling Feng also looked up at his Yuan Shen Fa Xiang, paused for a moment, and then nodded at Yang Fengchen, saying, "You're right, I am still in the Tribulation Transcension stage, and I'm only at the early stage of it!"
"What? Early stage of Tribulation Transcension? You..."
Yang Fengchen went mad, "Kid, I'll fight you to the death!"
Then, Yang Fengchen's Yuan Shen Fa Xiang spat out a flying sword, which instantly soared towards Ling Feng.
It was clear that this guy was not playing by the rules and was attempting a sneak attack.
He wanted to finish Ling Feng off instantly.
Attacking the Yuan Shen Fa Xiang caused great damage to the person, but if the main body was destroyed, the Yuan Shen Fa Xiang could no longer be sustained.
Perhaps this was why Yang Fengchen launched his attack.
Because Ling Feng's main body appeared much more fragile.
However, how could Ling Feng allow this guy to succeed in a sneak attack?
"You court death."
Ling Feng formed hand seals, "Lightning Technique! Swift Lightning!"
Crack!
A bolt of heavenly lightning suddenly struck down.
It instantly pinned the flying sword in mid-air.
The flying sword emitted sword energy, clearly struggling.
Yang Fengchen's mouth bled, and he frantically urged the true essence within his body. Powerful sword energy surged out.
It instantly reached Ling Feng.
A killing intent flashed in Ling Feng's eyes!
"Thunderclap!"
Ling Feng changed his hand seals, and instantly, the heavenly lightning that had bound the flying sword exploded.
Rumble!
The immense roaring sound seemed to shake the entire Myriad Sword Sect.
Yang Fengchen on the opposite side instantly spewed blood, his body retreating repeatedly, and the Yuan Shen Fa Xiang behind him became illusory!
"How is this possible... my flying sword..."
Yang Fengchen looked at the flying sword returning with disbelief. Cracks had already appeared on it!
The cracks were growing, and it seemed it wouldn't hold on any longer!
Ling Feng walked out from the billowing dust, looking down at Yang Fengchen with disdain.
"This is merely the lightning technique I drew down through my body-tempering method. Your flying sword's quality is truly subpar. Now, die!"
"Ah?! No, don't! I surrender! Myriad Sword Sect, I'll hand it over. Please spare me!"
At this moment, Yang Fengchen completely caved, kneeling directly before Ling Feng.
But, unfortunately, Ling Feng would not spare him!
"I gave you a chance before, and you didn't cherish it. Moreover, you old dog, you are useless by my side. Since keeping you is pointless, then you shall die!"
Ling Feng shook his head indifferently.
He then formed hand seals again!
"Yuan Shen Fa Xiang, Kill!"
The hundred-meter-tall Yuan Shen Fa Xiang raised a hand, instantly condensing a spear burning with blood-red flames. The next moment, the spear was thrown.
"No!"
Yang Fengchen's desperate roar echoed throughout the entire venue!