Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

"Proceed!" As Ling Fei spoke the word, Cheng Xianwu spoke in turn, and a wave of Sword Intent immediately emanated from him.

Faint Thunder Arcs could be seen flickering in his eyes, and the aura they emitted was enough to make one's heart pound in fear.

Seeing this, Ling Fei began to gather the True Dragon Momentum within him.

He was clearly preparing to go all out.

"The Thunder Sword is like the thunder of heaven and earth. When its light flashes, its momentum is unstoppable!" Cheng Xianwu's gaze sharpened, and the Long Sword in his hand moved.

SWISH!

The Long Sword moved, slashing toward Ling Fei. A silver Thunder Arc transformed into a beam of sword light and descended upon him. Its speed was truly at the absolute limit.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

There was simply no time for Ling Fei to prepare; the sword light was already upon him.

WHOOSH!

The surging Thunder Power made the hairs on Ling Fei's arms stand on end.

'Thunder! So this is the Thunder Sword?' Ling Fei thought. Not daring to hesitate for even a second, he immediately unleashed the Celestial River Nine Swords.

SWISH, SWISH!

The Nine Swords shot out, striking at the oncoming Thunder Sword.

But the thunder tore through the Sword River, piercing straight through it.

This sword was not only incredibly fast but also possessed an immense tearing force. It was truly like a bolt of lightning rending the heavens before suddenly striking down.

The Thunder Light clashed with the Sword River, shattering three consecutive Sword Rivers before its momentum finally began to wane.

As Ling Fei's fourth sword slashed out, Cheng Xianwu's sword moved again.

SWISH, SWISH!

The sword light flickered, like lightning striking down from the heavens again and again, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

"True Dragon Emerges from the Sea!" As his eighth sword was shattered, Ling Fei finally unleashed his Ninth Sword.

As the Ninth Sword emerged, a vast wave of True Dragon Momentum swept out along with it.

This True Dragon Momentum made the very Void tremble, causing the Thunder Sword's momentum to falter for an instant.

BANG!

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Thunder Sword and Ling Fei's Celestial River Nine Swords collided.

It was a solid impact. The Thunder Sword and Ling Fei's Celestial River Sword smashed into one another.

The clashing Sword Qi created terrifying shockwaves. In the Void, Sword Qi rolled like endless waves.

A surge of Thunder Power tore through the Sword Qi, raging toward the sword in Ling Fei's hand.

At the same time, the True Dragon Power contained within Ling Fei's sword strike surged toward Cheng Xianwu.

When the Thunder Power surged through, Ling Fei immediately felt a numbing pain shoot through his arm.

'So this is Thunder Power?' Ling Fei was shocked. He immediately retreated, not daring to clash directly with Cheng Xianwu again.

If the full force of that Thunder Power were to wash over him, he wouldn't be able to withstand it easily.

After all, just a wisp of that Thunder Power seeping through had been enough to make his arm go numb with pain!

'How terrifying would it be if the full, immense force of that Thunder Power were to descend upon me?'

'What tyrannical Power!' At the same time, across the stage, Cheng Xianwu's wrist trembled.

Even though his Thunder Power was raging toward Ling Fei, the Long Sword in his hand had also been struck by the impact of Ling Fei's True Dragon Sword Momentum.

When the True Dragon Power struck, he felt as if he had been hit by an actual True Dragon. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open.

Under the impact of that tyrannical Power, his breath hitched, and he couldn't stop himself from retreating several steps.

WHOOSH!

And so, on the tournament stage, both Ling Fei and Cheng Xianwu retreated step after step. A look of apprehension appeared in both their eyes.

"Are they evenly matched after that exchange?" the crowd wondered, stunned.

"To think Ling Fei could actually withstand Senior Brother Cheng's Thunder Sword," someone else remarked in surprise.

In their eyes, simply being able to withstand Cheng Xianwu's Thunder Sword was already an incredible feat.

After all, Cheng Xianwu's combat prowess was so great that few even among those with a Martial Vein could compare!

The elders on the high platform, however, simply smiled without a word.

In their view, it was still too early to tell.

This had only been a probing attack, after all.

'The Thunder Power is formidable. Clashing with it head-on is disadvantageous for me,' Ling Fei murmured to himself after retreating ten zhang and steadying his stance.

'But if I don't clash head-on, how can I fight him?' Ling Fei's expression grew thoughtful. 'The way of the sword is a contest of speed, sharpness, and aggression.'

'Avoiding a direct confrontation is clearly impossible.'

Ling Fei's resolve was clearly beginning to waver.

This Thunder Sword surpassed any of the mystical principles of Sword Momentum he had encountered before.

'Ling Fei's combat prowess is immense. Without my Thunder Power, I would have lost the upper hand in that last exchange,' Cheng Xianwu mused.

He finally understood why Huang Ping had been defeated so easily.

"In that case, let me show you my Thundercloud Thirteen Techniques!" Cheng Xianwu's gaze hardened, and the Long Sword in his hand suddenly moved.

One Sword Transforms Clouds!

The deep words left Cheng Xianwu's lips. Immediately, his Long Sword moved, slicing horizontally through the Void before him.

The sword swept forward, carrying with it a majestic surge of Thunder Essence Power.

From a distance, it looked as if Thunder Essence had transformed into a cloud, or a beam of sword light that cleaved heaven from earth. In a mere instant, it appeared before Ling Fei.

This sweeping attack was almost impossible to evade.

Ling Fei was wary of the terrifying Thunder Essence Power.

If he were to be engulfed by that thunder, the consequences would be dire; it would disrupt his Sword Momentum.

However, avoiding it and refusing to fight head-on was not an option either. If he let Cheng Xianwu press his advantage, he would be left utterly powerless to retaliate.

"Heh heh, this Thunder Sword isn't so easy to block, is it?" Peak Master Cheng chuckled from the high platform.

"Thunder Essence is a special form of Primordial Power. It is indeed tricky to deal with," Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun added with a smile.

Among all the various constitutions, the Thunder Spirit Body was definitely one of the most powerful.

"It all comes down to Ling Fei himself now," Yuan Lang said.

At this point, even he couldn't say for sure who would win or lose.

"Heh heh, I'd say Cheng Xianwu's chances of victory are quite high," Steward Huang said with a laugh.

He had seen a flicker of hesitation in Ling Fei's eyes.

'Hesitation means a lack of confidence. If a Sword Cultivator loses their confidence, they lose their fighting spirit. Without that spirit, they lose their edge. How can one win then?'

'As a Cultivator, how can I shrink back in fear?' But Ling Fei's hesitation was only momentary. His gaze grew resolute.

'To shrink back is to admit defeat!'

'That being the case, why should I?'

'I must fight! I will press forward, no matter what! So what if the Thunder Power is strong? My momentum is like a dragon—unstoppable! My sword shall shatter all obstacles.'

As his mindset shifted, Ling Fei's gaze became increasingly resolute.

SWISH!

As the sword light swept toward him, Ling Fei moved.

With a flick of his wrist, his Long Sword slashed out through the air before him.

This time, he used neither the Celestial River Nine Swords nor any other Sword Form. There was only a single-minded, forward-charging momentum.

There was only the gathering of the True Dragon's Might.

ROAR!

The sword shot out, its Sword Qi whistling as it slashed forward, accompanied by the cry of the blade.

The cry was like a dragon's roar—sonorous, domineering, and deafening.

The next moment, the crowd saw a flash of Ling Fei's sword light tear through the thundercloud before him.

WHOOSH!

Then, Ling Fei's body followed his sword, appearing right next to Cheng Xianwu.

"How fierce!" The Cultivators below the stage were all shocked.

Cheng Xianwu possessed a Thunder Essence Spirit Body. To engage him in close combat meant having to endure his terrifying Thunder Power.

'If you're struck by that thunder, can you even still fight back?'

In a battle between experts, even a momentarily paralyzed wrist could lead to defeat. To fight an expert with such a constitution in close quarters was an enormous risk.

Ling Fei's move was astonishing.

"Well met!" Seeing this, a glint flashed in Cheng Xianwu's eyes, and his Sword Techniques abruptly changed.

Thunder Sword Net Transformation!

The deep words came from his mouth.

With a flick of his Long Sword, beams of sword light interwove, forming a Sword Net that descended upon Ling Fei.