Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

”Kid, you’ve got guts!”

Xiao Yi’s eyes turned cold; Ling Feng’s indifferent attitude made him extremely dissatisfied.

”Since you refuse to admit defeat voluntarily, don’t blame me for being merciless when I strike!”

Xiao Yi had never thought much of his younger brother Xiao Juanyun because even though Xiao Juanyun was considered a direct lineage descendant, he was the offspring of the Xiao Family Master and a regular woman who knew nothing about martial arts, whereas his own mother came from one of the nine major families.

Thus, in Xiao Yi’s view, he was naturally one level higher than Xiao Juanyun, and naturally looked down on this brother.

And Ling Feng being mixed up with Xiao Juanyun, as they say, birds of a feather flock together; those who mingle with ”trash” are naturally also trash!

At that moment, the spectators below the stage started discussing, ”Looks like Ling Feng is going to hit the end of the road!”

”After all, Xiao Yi is a top player from the last Sword Master List, strong in capability, Ling Feng is likely no match for him!”

”Speaking of which, Ling Feng is also unlucky, just one step short of entering the top ten ranks.”

”Haha, being targeted by Xiao Yi, reckon he’s unlucky.”

Before the battle even started, the audience was already chattering, having made a judgment on the outcome, unanimously believing Ling Feng is no match for Xiao Yi.

Of course, some discerning people merely shook their heads and smiled, such as those on the main judging panel: like Xuanyuan Longteng, the Xuanyuan Family Master, and Elder Zhuge Qingtian from the Zhuge family.

This battle, Xiao Yi has probably challenged the wrong person.

In the contestants’ seating area.

A gleam of excitement flashed in Zhuge Wan’er’s eyes; she almost lost the qualification to compete in the Sword Master List but her solid strength managed to get her into the top ten.

However, in her heart, there was always a thorn.

This thorn was naturally Ling Feng.

On the arena.

”Haha!”

Xiao Yi sneered, ”Did you hear? Everyone has stated your final destiny, since you are unwilling to admit defeat, I will let you know where the place of the weak truly is!”

”Are you planning to defeat me with your mouth?”

Ling Feng’s face was expressionless, truly not understanding where Xiao Yi’s sense of superiority, thinking himself superior, came from.

In fact, he’s nothing but a clown.

”Hmph, seeking death!”

A cold gleam flashed in Xiao Yi’s eyes, and without further ado, he fiercely thrust a sword at Ling Feng.

Despite verbally disregarding Ling Feng, Xiao Yi dared not be careless when making his move.

After all, Ling Feng had consecutively defeated strong opponents like Zhuge Wan’er and Tie Yan; he couldn’t allow Ling Feng a chance to overpower him with brute force.

Xiao Yi’s sword was like lightning, so fast it made onlookers’ eyelids twitch fiercely. It seemed he was about to defeat Ling Feng with one strike, leaving no room for a comeback.

Ling Feng took a diagonal step, Xiao Yi’s sword missed; astonished, Xiao Yi swung another horizontal strike, seamlessly pursuing, not giving Ling Feng the slightest chance.

Ling Feng’s steps were chaotic, retreating and advancing as if he owned the space, each of Xiao Yi’s strikes missed, leaving the crowd of spectators stunned, jaws agape.

”How can this be?”

Xiao Yi’s eyelids twitched furiously, his sword speed among his peers, if not number one, was also top tier, but what on earth was happening with Ling Feng?

Evading every move so easily?

This is no longer a matter of movement technique, it feels as if everything is exposed before Ling Feng, without any secret, as if his sword moves have been seen through completely.

”Impossible!”

Xiao Yi paused, making people think he would stop, yet in the next instant, he fiercely thrust his sword out again, and with this strike, eighteen sword lights appeared simultaneously; in the same instant, an overbearing and fierce sword formation swept open, and those eighteen sword lights invisibly amplified by more than fifty percent.

”Kid, to force me to manifest the Golden Edge Sword Formation, you can already be proud!”

Xiao Yi’s face turned grim, the eighteen sword lights winding like eighteen Jiao Longs in the sky above the arena, in the next moment, transformed into a rain of swords, attacking Ling Feng from all directions.

In the next breath, the rain of sword light suddenly gathered instantly into a substantial long sword.

”Kid, this sword was meant for Xuanyuan Yu; now you’re fortunate enough to witness it, should feel honored!”

Xiao Yi laughed heartily, watching Ling Feng caught by his sword light, under the Sword Force perception, he had securely locked in Ling Feng’s Qi Mechanism, leaving him with no escape.

”Unexpectedly, he’s practiced your Xiao family’s ’One Sword Cold Light’ to the 18th Layer Realm!”

Above the high platform, Xuanyuan Longteng slightly nodded, One Sword Cold Light was indeed one of Xiao family’s ultimate techniques; normal swordsmen, if practicing to the 15th Layer realm, were considered geniuses. Xiao Yi achieving the 18th Layer before fifty was a once in a century prodigy.

”Pity, it seems he has just recently broken through, and lacks proficiency in execution. If he practiced to Level 19 and comprehended the secret technique of One Sword Cold Light Nineteen Continents, perhaps he could contend with your Xuanyuan family’s boy.”

Elder of Xiao Family shook his head with a smile; although modest in words, pride was evident in his expression.

”Haha, Xiao family’s ultimate techniques are certainly formidable,” Xuanyuan Longteng chuckled, then added, ”However, it appears Xiao Yi’s situation isn’t quite favorable.”

Hearing this, Elder of Xiao Family focused his gaze; at that moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately sighed wryly, ”Alas, defeated!”

Indeed, just as Xiao Yi was complacently thinking Ling Feng inevitably defeated, he suddenly felt Ling Feng’s aura vanish without a trace?

Before he could react, his sword move had already missed, followed closely by a sudden impact on his chest from a splitting strike, the strength exploding caused him to uncontrollably stagger backward, feeling chest congested and difficulty breathing.

”Ah!”

With a miserable cry, Xiao Yi fell heavily to the ground; before getting up, he immediately felt a chilling touch on his neck.

He knew very well, this was the touch of a sword.

As long as Ling Feng applied a little force, his life would likely end here.

”Ling Feng wins!”

The referee, still expressionless, announced the result, but there was somewhat a hint of shock in his eyes.

He was well aware of the power of Xiao family’s ultimate technique ”One Sword Cold Light”—Xiao Yi was not too weak, but Ling Feng indeed too strong.