Chapter 230: Dragon King’s First Slash (1/2)

Chapter 230: Dragon King’s First Slash

“True ability?” A traceless flame appeared between Feng Feiyun’s fingers and traveled into the wine cup. The ice quickly melted and he drank the contents all in one gulp.

Beiming Tang suddenly stood up with a northern profound cold energy rotating around his body before gallantly declaring: “Without a spirit treasure, your true ability is not necessarily stronger than my own.”

Beiming Tang had lost before to Feng Feiyun, but he believed that it was due to the power of the spirit treasure. His cultivation was not necessarily weaker than Feng Feiyun’s.

He had been to the fifth floor of the Immeasurable Tower before and obtained great benefits from it. At this moment, he was at peak God Base with seven divine intents. He was truly not weaker than Feng Feiyun.

“If you want to fight, then I’ll fight you with one hand, there is no need for spirit treasures.” Feng Feiyun leisurely drank his wine while sitting down to make this nonchalant statement.

Everyone was shocked to hear these words from Feng Feiyun. To fight Beiming Tang with one hand? Their cultivation was similar so it was difficult to predict the victor. Wasn’t this too rude from Feng Feiyun?

Someone else wanted to fight in Feng Feiyun’s stead but was politely denied by him.

This was truly too arrogant!

Beiming Tang snorted: “Feng Feiyun, since you’re courting death, I’ll gladly assist you.”

“I will sit right here and defeat you with just one hand.” Feng Feiyun responded without batting an eye.

“Damn you!” These words enraged Beiming Tang. Without any hesitation, nine waves of cold energy rushed out from his body in the shape of a dragon with the power of a divine river. All of them went for Feng Feiyun.

The geniuses in the mansion all retreated. Every single one of them channeled an aura to protect their bodies. They also worked together to perform a formation in order to contain the shockwaves in the central area.

This was a party from the mysterious master, so no one wanted for the mansion to become damaged. It wouldn’t be good to provoke that mysterious person.

Feng Feiyun continued to stay seated as he unleashed a wave of energy from his hand. It was a black wisp of light from his finger that destroyed all the cold energy from the northern profound technique.

At peak God Base, the Dark Water Art became even more powerful and could easily manipulate the moisture in the air at the user’s whim.

“Swoosh!” A sword ray shot out from Beiming Tang’s waist. A white jade sword flew into his hand. This was a pseudo-spirit treasure. Its endurance was comparable to a spirit treasure and was only lacking its own spirituality. Its power was much weaker than a spirit treasure but much stronger than an ordinary one.

Beiming Tang had trained several sword arts from the Sword Scripture back at the Dao Gate. Each art was a great technique, and at this moment, he was using one of them.

The moment this sword came out, the world shattered!

Seventy-six sword rays materialized and rotated around his body like dragons. They were sharp and holy, making it seem as if he had turned into a supreme sword immortal drifting with the wind.

“This is an art from the Sword Scripture. Beiming Tang has understood twenty percent of it, but it is more than enough to defeat anything.” Someone commented.

Feng Feiyun remained seated. His finger touched his waist, causing his spatial pouch to light up. A gigantic saber suddenly appeared in his hand. He unleashed a simple slash without any pleasing aesthetic appeal; its power was as vast as a surging river and immediately shattered all the swords in the air.

This was a giant stone saber around seven feet long and as wide as a door. It weighed at 35,000 pounds and was double the size of Feng Feiyun’s body. A domineering atmosphere emerged as he wielded the weapon with one hand.

It was also not a spirit treasure and seemed to be made from just plain white rocks — simple and straightforward.

The sword energy around Beiming Tang’s body did not falter. His white sword directly flew outside. It was a flying sword mastery art, another from the Sword Scripture.

A three-foot long white ray followed the sword and emitted a screeching howl as it danced through the sky.

“Boom!” Feng Feiyun spun his blade around twice like a windmill then slashed downward to directly knock the flying sword away, lodging it in a wall.

On the ground was a long mark from the saber’s energy as the pavement split apart.

“Bam!” The saber’s energy continued to slash Beiming Tang’s chest. Luckily, he had already channeled his northern profound art and created an ice armor to protect his entire body. Otherwise, this saber attack would have gravely injured him.

What was this saber and why was it so terrifying that it could easily destroy a sword art from the Sword Scripture?

Everyone could see that Feng Feiyun’s saber was naturally formed and had never been refined before. It was not a spirit treasure, but it seemed to be even stronger than one.