26 Chapter 26 Sky Sword Platform Broken (1/2)

Wooden shrapnel flew all around, another sword puppet was crushed under the sword light of Zong Shou. The group of people beneath the Sky Sword Platform were buzzing in deep conversation with one another. It was like all the shock and surprise accumulated from before had totally exploded out at this moment.

Not many Lingyun Sect disciples had walked out from inside the palace, only around a hundred of them. Their eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief.

”Where did this the person on the platform come from? Our sect's Small Heaven Sword Formation has only had a handful of people who survived four hundred breaths of time in ten thousand years. How did he break it so easily?”

”He actually only used basic sword techniques from start to finish. Is this the so-called back-to-basics realm?”

”Not only the sword technique, even his footwork!”

”How can a thirteen-year old kid who just started cultivating reach the back-to-basics realm? He has only managed to train his sword art to perfection. Those Senior Brothers in the sect were right! No matter how rough or basic the technique, if one grasps its essence, one would have incredible amounts of power…”

At the gate of the palace, two teens were stunned.

When Zong Shou had stepped into the trap, even they, who had extraordinary foresight, also felt that he had stepped to his death, and the outcome of the battle was obvious.

However, in just a breath of time, the teen on the platform had turned it totally around. At the most impossible moment, he had broken the sword formation.

”This Zong Shou could actually be so cool!” After pausing for a long while, when the teen girl returned back to her senses, her cheeks flushed red with infatuation, ”I, Ge Hanyun, have lived for fourteen years and this is the first time I am moved by a person. If this person didn't come from the Zong Family, who knows, I might even be tempted to marry him. Fei Bai, he is really stronger than you…”

”Although his sword techniques are really basic, they have endless amounts of Sword Dao and sword truth.” The teen nodded slightly and did not retort. His words were filled with praise and in them was zero unwillingness to deny that he was worse off, ”At least for now I am weaker than him! However, within ten years, the rare talent of Donglin Cloud Continent will still be me and not him!”

Ge Hanyun was a little startled. Even witnessing someone his age using one sword, taking close to no damage to destroy this Small Heaven Sword Formation. While the childhood friend she had grown up with was still unfazed, his words were filled with scary amounts of confidence.

The girl laughed, thinking that if this Zong Shou didn't have dual meridians and was like that, what would the future be like?

That right! There was one more person whose expression was really interesting.

Liang Miaozi was standing in front of the first layer of halls of the palace, his face white like paper, looking at the unusually nimble image darting around like an arrow. He wished he could tear the teen apart.

When the first puppet was broken, it caused him to feel some regret. Now, he was filled with hatred, he wanted to totally tear that person apart.

How was this a piece of trash? How was this an ant that he could step on? The exquisite sword techniques, in these last ten thousand years, at such an age, how many people could achieve that?

His face turned slightly green and purple. He could already feel many looks of gloating and pity were shooting over at him. In the deep parts of his chest he was feeling a sharp pain.

The long sword slashing diagonally, cutting off the legs of a puppet. Like a spark, he stabbed behind him, at the 'heart' where the beast crystal was placed in the puppet, totally piercing through. Only then did Zong Shou shift back to his original position, his footwork like lightning.

Around his legs were scattered the spare parts of many of the puppets. No only did they hinder the movements of these wooden puppets with no intellect, they also restricted his movements.

He started to pant, the meridians in his body which were constantly in conflict seemed like they could burst apart at any moment. Zong Shou's focus had reached its peak.

Every sword puppet he had killed since his first strike had infused a sharp and cold energy into him. Every time, it would help his body recover a little, replenishing his current stamina beyond his expectations. He didn't use up all his energy and end up badly weakened, as he had expected he would.

His mind was totally pure, unable to hear all the noise from the outside.

All humiliation and honor, all plots were tossed behind him. In his eyes were only the sword in his hand, as well as the puppets up ahead.