104 Swordplay with a Beauty
All the cultivators from Vajra Temple specialized in physical training.
The monk who ascended the platform radiated a magnificent Buddha light, transforming into a towering giant three fathoms tall, engaging in combat with Wu Hongyu.
This fight was evidently more grueling for Wu Hongyu than the previous two.
The Vajra Temple’s cultivation method combined offense and defense, bestowing immense strength. It forced Wu Hongyu, the prodigy of the Wu family, to unleash his fourth Immortal Capital Thunder God just to narrowly claim victory.
After three consecutive wins, the Spirit-Receiving Mountain fell into a brief silence.
No one knew exactly how many Immortal Capital Thunder Gods Wu Hongyu had mastered.
Most cultivators felt powerless before Wu Hongyu’s formidable prowess, hesitating to step forward.
Just as Meng Xuan was about to announce the rightful owner of the Purple Radiance Sword, a dazzling sword light suddenly flashed across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it had appeared on the Jade Crystal Platform.
A woman dressed in icy blue palace robes, with phoenix-like eyes and a sharp chin, appeared on the platform. Her expression was as cold as frost.
Her skin was as white and delicate as porcelain, and her exquisite face bore no emotion. Yet her figure was slender and full, boasting curves so alluring they could stir the blood of any man.
“I am Wen Muhan of the Supreme Clarity Sect, here to pay my respects,” she said calmly. A sharp sword intent rose from her, locking onto Wu Hongyu.
On Spirit-Receiving Mountain, Luo Qingyuan’s bright eyes lit up as she remarked, “The Supreme Clarity Sect is the strongest sword cultivation sect under the Heavenly Sword Sect. Their Supreme Clarity Golden Elixir Divine Pill Technique is said to be outside the Heavenly Sword Sect’s inheritance…”
Pang Yue nodded in agreement. “Though her cultivation is inferior, she has reached the realm where sword intent takes form. Wu Hongyu is likely to be defeated.”
On the Jade Crystal Platform, Wu Hongyu’s face grew serious. Behind him, thunderlight intertwined as a fifth Immortal Capital Thunder God appeared.
The five Immortal Capital Thunder Gods radiated vast and magnificent primal energy waves, lightning like banners enveloping Wu Hongyu within.
“I have long heard of Lady Wen’s renown. Today’s encounter proves you live up to your reputation,” Wu Hongyu said gravely, his aura reaching a peak. He dared not show the slightest negligence.
Wen Muhan raised her graceful hand, and a brilliant sword light suddenly materialized, transforming into a dazzling banner that surged toward Wu Hongyu.
Wu Hongyu formed hand seals, and all five Thunder Gods simultaneously raised their hands, darkening the sky in an instant.
The next moment, blinding lightning filled the Jade Crystal Platform, instantly engulfing Wen Muhan.
Within the vast sea of thunder, the banner-like sword light moved with the agility of a dragon, swiftly breaking through layers of resistance and cutting straight before Wu Hongyu.
Only then did Wu Hongyu see a snow-white flying sword within the light, bristling with murderous intent, skillfully severing the thunder energy!
“A first-grade flying sword!”
Wu Hongyu frowned, his heart sounding alarms.
His hands shifted in complex seals, and one of the Immortal Capital Thunder Gods behind him condensed a thunder spear, thrusting forward to intercept the flying sword.
At that moment, the sword light suddenly accelerated, breaking the sound barrier in an instant, flashing like lightning before vanishing without a trace.
Wu Hongyu stood there stunned.
The thunderlight in the air dissipated, revealing Wen Muhan standing silently, a swirl of purple sword light orbiting her, splitting into countless sword rays that firmly protected her.
Yet, a streak of crimson blood appeared on Wu Hongyu’s neck.
Had Wen Muhan struck more forcefully just now, his head would have been lost.
He gazed at the icy beauty before him and sighed, “You already possess two treasure-grade flying swords, why compete with the Wu family?”
Wen Muhan replied coldly, “A sword cultivator’s flying swords are never enough.”
Her slender hand moved slightly, and the snow-white sword light returned, swirling around her with the purple sword light like darting fish.
Both were first-grade flying swords.
Wu Hongyu smiled wryly and shook his head. “Though my skill falls short, you should know that among the Dao Foundation cultivators present today, you are not the only one with treasures.”
He turned toward Spirit-Receiving Mountain. “The Wu family’s Heavenly Thunder Pearl is no mere trifle.”
With that, he transformed into a streak of lightning and flew back to Spirit-Receiving Mountain.
Wen Muhan stood calmly in midair, her tone indifferent. “I have long heard of the Invisible Sword of the Demon Talisman Sect. Dare you step forward and grant me the honor of a duel?”
On Spirit-Receiving Mountain, Pang Yue and Luo Qingyuan exchanged glances.
“Could this be about the Supreme Mysterious Iron from the Many Treasures Pavilion…” Luo Qingyuan speculated.
Pang Yue’s only connection to the Supreme Clarity Sect was that purchase of the Supreme Mysterious Iron at the Chongxuan Market. The Supreme Clarity Sect had found the price too high and sought help from Le Feihuang to bargain, only to be preempted by Pang Yue.
“No matter, let me descend and have some fun,” Pang Yue said leisurely, rising and transforming into a streak of demonic light that suddenly landed on the Jade Crystal Platform.
In an instant, a thick demonic aura surged like a tide, permeating tens of miles around and causing the cultivators present to feel uneasy.
Pang Yue sized up Wen Muhan with an appreciative look and said politely, “Lady Wen, please behold this sword.”
No sooner had he spoken than a pitch-black demonic sword light shot forth.
Though his words were courteous, his attack was ruthless and merciless.
The black sword light tore through the void instantly, accompanied by roaring thunder, striking toward Wen Muhan.
Sword intent and thunderclap.
Chilling cold pierced through, sending a hundred-mile cold wave rippling. The sword intent was like frost, and the terrifying chill caused countless ice crystals and snowflakes to appear in the sky.
For a moment, all spectators on Spirit-Receiving Mountain gained a visceral understanding of the ruthlessness of demonic cultivators.
Wen Muhan unleashed her flying sword as well. The sword lights clashed continuously on the Jade Crystal Platform, swirling through the air and battling fiercely, turning the very atmosphere eerie.
Pang Yue wielded the supreme sword technique of the ancient Nine Nether Demon Sect—the Ice Demon Sword Technique.
Paired with his transformed flying sword of the Immaculate Demon, his movements were grand and imposing.
Every sword strike from Wen Muhan contained supreme sword intent. Even the icy sword light that could split the heavens and earth was locked and restrained by this sword intent that refined all demons.
Both were at the pinnacle of contemporary Dao Foundation cultivators in terms of sword technique and swordsmanship.
What no one anticipated was that this sudden duel subtly represented the swordsmanship clash between the righteous and demonic paths of the East Sea.
Compared to their exquisite techniques, the previous duels involving Wu Hongyu appeared crude.
Even Meng Xuan, the Golden Core grand cultivator atop the cloud, showed curiosity, watching the duel with great interest.
Everyone on Spirit-Receiving Mountain, whether Qi-absorbing cultivators, Dao Foundation disciples, or Golden Core guests, sharpened their focus, eyes fixed on the duel of the two sword lights.
Wen Muhan’s flying sword was already a first-grade treasure.
But Pang Yue’s sword light was the transformed essence of the Immaculate Demon. Though it lacked the destructive power of a first-grade treasure, its hardness was superior.
The black sword light roamed, dispersing endless dark halos, its sword intent vast and boundless. The halos dispersed and reformed, endlessly changing.
Wen Muhan also wielded the Supreme Clarity Demon-Subduing Sword Technique to perfection.
Each time their sword lights clashed, the snow-white sword light emitted a long, resonant sword cry that echoed through the heavens and earth.
Under this sword cry, the pervasive cold was invisibly refined.
A flicker of surprise passed through Wen Muhan’s slender phoenix eyes. She thought inwardly, “Since when has the Demon Talisman Sect produced such a formidable swordsmanship expert? I thought it a rumor, but this person’s skill rivals my Supreme Clarity Sect’s true inheritance…”
Moved in her heart, her purple flying sword flashed out, directly challenging Pang Yue.
Pang Yue smiled leisurely and pointed, releasing another black sword light.
Their sword lights clashed hundreds of times in an instant!