Chapter 142: Divine Goldspirit Constitution (1/2)

“After you!” Lu Yun brightened in anticipation.

Mo Chenfeng was around the same age as Feng Yin, but carried himself with considerably more composure. Lazuli was one of the strongest majors, one of the very few that boasted parity with Aureate. The Mo Clan occupied a very lofty position within Lazuli, much like the Qing Clan did in Nephrite.

Whoosh!

A multicolored sword emerged from Mo Chenfeng’s body. He pointed a guiding finger, sending his sword on a luminous trail toward Lu Yun.

Anticipating the trajectory of the strike, Lu Yun leaned to the side in the nick of time. However, an endless crescendo of follow-up attacks pressed in on him, as inexorable as the crashing tide.

“What an incredible mastery of the sword!” he gasped, then rapidly stepped away to evade, leaving a series of afterimages.

As Mo Chenfeng followed through on his gesture, his iridescent sword wove a net of blades all around the arena. No matter where Lu Yun darted, the strike pressed in on him.

Yes! He could see it very clearly, Mo Chenfeng had only struck once. A single attack had been enough to envelop the platform in power.

This challenger’s sword art was different from Feng Yin’s. The majority of Feng’s sword light had been illusory, but every inch of Mo’s relentless flood was real. None of the radiant trails dissipated, instead building upon each other as time passed to increase their overall potency.

“Well met!” roared Lu Yun, leaping into the air. Violet light covered his entire body in a coat of bladed scales, almost draconic in appearance. He twisted nineteen times in midair, then crashed down with fang and claw, his transformation complete.

“Nineteen Cerulean Sword Dragons!” someone shouted from below.

“That’s an ultimate sword technique, lost for thousands of years!”

“Why is it here, of all places?!” Many immortals shot to their feet when they saw the technique. They stared at the sixty-meter-long dragon formed of sword aura that had appeared onstage.

“That’s right, that’s the one! I’ve seen an image of that technique in an old book!”

Upon the Coretrial Arena, Lu Yun’s technique of Nineteen Cerulean Sword Dragons was frolicking between Mo Chenfeng’s sword waves.

Boom!

The two youths’ blades clashed countless times in an explosion of violet and rainbow light. When everything calmed again, Lu Yun and Mo Chenfeng only stood three meters or so apart.

“I concede.” Mo Chenfeng suddenly flashed a grin. “Thank you for going easy on me, Brother Lu.” He bowed politely. “If your sword had gone an inch further just now, I wouldn’t be walking down from this stage.”

“Not at all, Brother Mo, I merely relied on the strength of my treasure.” Lu Yun cupped his fist, returning the courtesy.

“Not at all.” Mo shook his head. “Your treasures are part of your overall strength. The fact you can use a ninth-rank treasure as a golden core cultivator is your own ability. Compared to you, my sword technique and abilities are both inferior.”

Saying this, he deftly hopped off the stage. The surrounding audience members drew in sharp breaths.

Not many people knew of Mo Chenfeng, since the young man preferred a low profile, but Lu Yun’s usage of the lost sword technique had universally astounded them.

“Is there some faction supporting this governor from behind the scenes?” Many scanned the crowd with glittering eyes, keenly looking for clues.

“The answer’s right in front of us. That sword he wields is Violetgrave, a blade that belongs to Nephrite’s Qing Clan. That’s his benefactor and master, no doubt.”