"Shake! Blood Sky Line!"

"Breaking Demon Frost!"

With a low shout, the two figures clashed, one above and one below, a shocking purple light flashed past their cheeks, marking the first direct collision of their Daoist skills.

Shards of broken ice scattered everywhere, stinging the face painfully, and the thick dust was completely blown away at this moment, revealing that the young man held a Thunder Sword in one hand and surprisingly utilized a completely opposing Daoist skill with the other.

"Wind Whirl Dust Rising!"

"Qian Yuan Thunder Move!"

The two repeatedly executed their Daoist skills four times.

The young man on the ground had a resolute expression, entirely focused, casting a hand technique with his left hand, which was a trophy seized back in the day from Wu Mingsheng. Yet, Wild Fox Zen was still Wild Fox Zen, utterly ineffective against the elite disciples of the Purple Cloud Palace.

Utilizing his left hand to cast Daoist skills and his right hand to wield a weapon, he flung the skills using the resonance between iron wire and lightning, which surprised several elders present, even making the oldest Junior Master silently nod.

The disciples with lower cultivation below couldn't grasp the intricacies, only astonished by the power of these Daoist skills, while the seasoned ones understood what it all meant.

"All Five Elements complement each other, uniting into one, seamlessly multitasking."

Zhang Shanyuan's sixteen words pinpointed the situation.

Typically, cultivators execute Daoist skills one after another, fire first, water later, needing adequate time to convert, because Daoist skills of different elements operate with different speed and routes of Spiritual Energy within the meridians, making simultaneous execution prone to conflict.

The best result would be a reversal of Spiritual Energy damaging the meridians, the worst would be a deviation into madness right on the spot.

Both of them obviously fell into this category, acting left and right, without interference, showcasing such skilled control over Spiritual Energy and deep understanding of Daoist skills, dismantling each other's moves with corresponding counterattacks.

Even Gu Miyun appeared slightly surprised, for the first time truly beginning to take this match seriously, descending from the air, not even having the chance to praise them.

"Attract Thunder, Running Thunder, Thunder Strike."

"Thunder Array, Activate!"

Amazing Thunder Light emanated around the field, and at this moment, Gu Miyun realized that the previous attack from the opponent was both a feint and a specialty attack. Although he had managed to counterattack a flying sword charging in, each sword carried Jiang Feng's Spiritual Energy.

Longswords scattered in every corner, Spiritual Energy surged madly, provoking Heavenly Thunder, creating a scene eerily familiar, especially the thundercloud formed in the air making the many disciples present cheer aloud. Although everyone guessed this scene might unfold, they never expected it to happen so swiftly.

"Good kid..."

Twitching his lips.

Without even time to speak, he had to hastily use Daoist skills to break through the Thunder Array, especially feeling Jiang Feng's power inside him expanding frantically, such intense power made even him somewhat anxious.

"Molten Gold Across, Charge of the Formation!"

Landing his halberd into the ground, pinching signs with both hands, this was the Golden Word Formula, within the Five Elements Taoism, metal overcomes wood, and thunder belongs to wood. Under the guidance of the Chief Disciple, the white Golden Sword flashed continuously on the field, forcefully tearing a gap in the woven thunder web big enough for passage.

Throwing the halberd outright to try disrupting Jiang Feng's spellcasting, but still one step too late.

"Eight Directions Cloud Surge! Extinguish!"

Rumble!

A thunderclap on a clear day.

The halberd was immediately bounced off, Gu Miyun only catching it felt waves of pain in his palm, squinting, primarily because he couldn't use the sect's awarded Magic Treasure. This was not just his own rule, but also one set by his grandfather.

Using the Mountain Gate's prized treasure even at Nascent Soul Stage would be an embarrassment, hence flipping his palm, grasping a Wind Spirit Pearl just as the Daoist skills casted next.

"Mark the Ground as a Prison."

Snap!

The Thunder Sword coming head-on was instantly deflected by the sharp Wind Blade, landing beside him.

And at this moment, the young man mobilized all his Spiritual Energy, with Thunder Light surging into himself, merely holding the unsightly iron wire, bending himself like a bow with his weapon as the trigger, unleashing the Thunder Sword condensing behind him!

"Pierce Mist Through Clouds... Fly Scattered..."

"Heavenly Star!"

Squeezed out from between his teeth.

Countless dense Thunder Swords continuously formed behind him, Purple Thunder roiling in the sky, with the brewing thundercloud and volleying swords creating an unimaginable scene, astonishing that a Core Formation Stage cultivator could pull it off.

Even a spectator in the corner of the Swordmaster Peak disciples' area directly jumped up from a wheelchair.

"So so so, so amazing, the Master is awesome! Master, kill him! I'm coming to help!"

Shouting loudly, filled with excitement, she kicked the wheelchair over.

This scene startled Su Yi and Lin Jiangxian, who both reached out to yank Lu Luo back, even Liang Yu hurriedly righted the overturned wheelchair, making this moment nearly a medical miracle.

However, standing for only a few seconds, Lu Luo winced in pain before being directly pressed down by Su Yi. Judging by her face full of black lines, it was obvious she really wanted to punch her sister.

Flipping over her waist, taking out the Immortal Binding Rope, binding Lu Luo to the wheelchair right away, because letting her act out any longer would mean those hard-recovered legs might end up broken again.

Innumerable Thunder Swords continuously pierced towards Gu Miyun from a slanting angle, and under such circumstances, even those fellow disciples who completely believed in Gu Miyun's ability for a crushing victory couldn't help but waver a little in their hearts.

Facing such a formidable sight, even as the Nascent Soul Stage Chief, he dared not hold back, gripping the halberd, closing his eyes slightly, under the influence of the Wind Spirit Pearl, a sand-yellow mist began to rise and roll around him.

If you listened closely, you could hear a Daoist skill chant from Gu Miyun.

"Dense Yellow Mist, Shimmering Golden Light..."

"Vague Qi, Shrouding Sun and Moon..."

Meanwhile, Jiang Feng, whose momentum had reached its peak, pointed his Longsword.

"Break for me!"

His body's endurance had reached its limit.

Innumerable swords formed by lightning vaguely created a scene of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root, charging straight towards Gu Miyun, yet the opponent's soil and water Daoist skills merged, resolutely relying on the Wind Spirit Pearl in hand to withstand this Daoist onslaught. Even the oldest Junior Master couldn't help but glance back at Gu Yuanshan.

"Did your third senior uncle just teach his secret Sonic World Cleanse Technique like that? Aren't you afraid of your own grandson facing issues?"

Though there was a tone of questioning, more so, one could hear the satisfaction.

He never liked holding back, deliberately not passing these skills on to the younger generation, but rather some cultivation techniques or Daoist skills had extremely harsh practice conditions. Just like Earth Rank cultivation techniques, originally these were things guaranteed for post-Nascent Soul Stage practice to bring out some power.

Once you're at that level, even if the practice fails, there's risk management ability, not harming oneself, but this rookie kid's situation is entirely different, lacking control, one careless mistake could hurt himself.

If you had to describe it, it's like your dad seeing you ace elementary courses, then tossing you a higher math book straightaway for you to mess around with.

The key is.

This kid actually managed to grasp some of it.

Master Gu just smiled silently, without responding. Now, all their attention was focused on the center of the Martial Arts Arena, moreover that rising yellow glow kept expanding, subtly overshadowing the sky's thundercloud.

As the final Thunder Light shot outward, it seemed Jiang Feng finally ran out of strength, with Gu Miyun holding the halberd also covered in dense sweat, visible evidence that battling such out-of-syllabus Daoist skills had equally imposed great pressure on him.

Twitching his lips, again wanting to speak, yet that seemingly exhausted young man unexpectedly raised his left hand once again!

"Endless Sky..."

The voice was somewhat hoarse.

It was evident that this move had him churning his energy and blood, even almost spitting blood up to his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back down.

It was also then that Gu Miyun noticed that the thundercloud in the air and the thunder array beneath his feet had somehow vanished, and what was crashing down from above was a terrifying Sword Qi nearly ten yards long.

One Transformation into Three Swords, descending incessantly.

"Sweep the Mountains and Rivers with a Sword."

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