Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

'So strong!' As his blades of Sword Qi shattered one after another, Ling Fei couldn't help but inwardly praise the cyan Sword Aura that was pressing its advantage.

'One Sword, One Heart... The Sword Intent is completely condensed within the blade.' Ling Fei sensed the Mystical behind this strike.

'My sword is like a True Dragon, possessing the momentum to rule all under heaven. Wherever a True Dragon passes, it is unstoppable. My Sword Intent shall be called... True Dragon Sword Intent!' After sensing the Mystical of Mo Jiufeng's sword, Ling Fei's understanding grew increasingly clear. Although he had previously merged the True Dragon Mystical Technique with his blade, that fusion had been like borrowing power—the two remained separate entities.

But now, he understood. The sword should not be divided between the True Dragon Mystical Technique and the so-called indomitable Sword Momentum.

This sword was the True Dragon Sword!

Previously, he believed a Sword Cultivator must always press forward, and he considered this momentum a Mystical in itself.

But a True Dragon also possesses that same indomitable momentum!

With this epiphany, everything became simpler, purer.

True Dragon...

Sword!

They became True Dragon Sword Intent!

Everything was Sword Intent; nothing could be separated.

If they were separate, the Sword Intent would no longer be pure. 'And how can an impure Sword Intent be invincible?'

In that instant, Ling Fei's mind became exceptionally clear. His understanding of the sword was no longer vague. True Dragon Power surged from his body, fusing into his Pill Essence as his Sword Intent condensed. The True Dragon Power became one with his Sword Intent, and a sharp, fearsome momentum suddenly radiated from him.

"Ling the Pill Master's momentum is getting stronger!" The sudden spike in his aura immediately drew the attention of many onlookers.

Most of these spectators were cultivators at the Primordial Pill Realm. With their Divine Sense extended, they could perceive even the most subtle fluctuations in the world.

Naturally, they could clearly sense such a distinct surge in Ling Fei's aura.

"His Sword Dao Mystical is condensing!"

"His Sword Dao Mystical is condensing? Don't tell me Ling Fei has advanced again?" A wave of astonished cries immediately erupted.

Ling Fei's multiple advancements moments ago were already outrageously impressive.

Now that he had already grasped Sword Heart, how could he possibly advance further?

Was he about to condense a Sword Intent Seed?

"I am the dragon. The sword is the dragon. The heart is the dragon. My Sword Intent is the dragon!"

A low voice escaped Ling Fei's lips.

His eyes flashed as he looked up.

At that moment, the cyan Sword Aura was already piercing toward him, a mere seven feet away.

For such a devastating sword attack, that distance meant Ling Fei could be slain in an instant.

"True Dragon Sword Intent, emerge!" But with a mere thought from Ling Fei, his Pill Essence roared and erupted from his body.

WHOOSH!

The Sword Qi howled, surging forward like a tide of True Dragons.

At the same time, Ling Fei's consciousness completely merged with his Sword Intent.

He even visualized the True Dragon Visualization Image in his mind, continuously condensing the True Dragon Mystical Technique and fusing it into his Sword Intent.

Streams of Sword Intent howled forth, instantly flooding the area before him. From a distance, the crowd could clearly see dragons of Sword Qi clashing with the cyan Sword Aura.

BANG!

The cyan Sword Aura disintegrated, sending out ripples of cyan Sword Qi.

Then, on the stage, Mo Jiufeng, who was holding a cyan Treasure Sword, trembled and retreated several steps in a row.

His eyes were filled with utter astonishment.

'He fused his Sword Intent?' A storm of shock raged in Mo Jiufeng's heart.

'To have found one's Sword Intent means one can condense a Sword Intent Seed!'

BANG!

Before Mo Jiufeng could process it, the dragon-like Sword Qi came rampaging toward him. He immediately unleashed his own Sword Intent, sending out a howl of Sword Qi to counter the incoming dragons.

And so, the crowd watched as streams of Sword Qi transformed into blades and clashed on the stage. Each strike was enough to send a chill down the spine of any Small Primordial Pill Realm Cultivator.

Mo Jiufeng's Sword of Sword Qi was particularly formidable.

But the Sword Qi manifested by Ling Fei was even more incredible. Each stream was like a frenzied dragon, on the very verge of taking physical form.

Wherever this Sword Qi passed, Mo Jiufeng's swarms of blades disintegrated.

WHOOSH!

The Sword Qi fell like rain. A violent aura swept out, so oppressive that Mo Jiufeng's breath caught in his throat.

A feeling of powerlessness washed over him.

He was forced back step by step, but the blades erupting from Ling Fei gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Despite his exquisite Swordsmanship, he had no opportunity to display it.

He...

...was clearly at a disadvantage, on the verge of defeat!

But Ling Fei strode forward, his Long Sword slashing down in a follow-up strike.

With a single slash, his Sword Qi condensed into a Sword Dragon that hacked down toward Mo Jiufeng.

In just an instant, he had turned the tables and gained the upper hand.

SWISH! SWISH!

While retreating, Mo Jiufeng attacked relentlessly.

One of the Three Cyan Blade Swords: One Sword, One Heart!

One of the Three Cyan Blade Swords: One Sword Splitting Mountain!

One of the Three Cyan Blade Swords: Sweeping Thousand Armies!

He executed all three moves, his momentum overwhelming.

But Ling Fei's Sword Momentum only grew stronger and stronger; each of his strikes was more powerful than the last.

In his mind, his Sword Intent continued to condense. Like a True Dragon, it coiled, strand by strand, as if about to form a seed.

He was clearly in the process of condensing a Sword Intent Seed.

BANG! BANG!

Strike after strike, he completely crushed Mo Jiufeng's Sword Momentum.

Finally, a devastating slash appeared right before Mo Jiufeng's face.

A sense of mortal danger flooded his mind.

"I surrender!" Ling Fei's Sword Momentum was too tyrannical. Mo Jiufeng hastily conceded, otherwise he would have no way to block the blow.

Even though he had condensed a Sword Intent Seed and his own Sword Momentum was incredibly sharp, he was still no match for the youth before him.

However, Ling Fei was currently in the midst of condensing his own Sword Intent Seed. With his entire mind immersed in this state of enlightenment, he didn't retract his Sword Momentum in time.

'He's in a state of Sword Enlightenment, condensing a Sword Intent Seed!' Mo Jiufeng's heart sank. 'I'm done for!'

RIIIP!

The Sword Qi howled past, tearing his robes.

WHOOSH! But just as Mo Jiufeng's heart sank, a light flashed in Peak Master Cheng's eyes from the high platform opposite. With a wave of his hand, he pulled Mo Jiufeng out of harm's way.

BANG!

Ling Fei's devastating attack struck empty air, but it still unleashed a violent shockwave.

The force of that shockwave terrified the spectators below the stage.

"Senior Brother Mo lost?" As the shock wore off, the crowd was filled with disbelief.

But as they looked, their gazes fell upon Mo Jiufeng, who had landed in a panicked heap.

"Thank you, Peak Master." After a fearful glance at Ling Fei on the stage, Mo Jiufeng bowed to Peak Master Cheng with his hands clasped.

A moment ago, if Peak Master Cheng hadn't intervened, he would have been crippled, if not killed.

Ling Fei's Sword Momentum was simply too powerful. Even with a strong Sword Intent Seed, one might not be able to contend with it.

Peak Master Cheng waved his hand dismissively, his eyes fixed on the stage.

Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun was also staring intently at the stage.

A delighted, surprised light glinted in the eyes of these elders.

Their eyes also held a look of great expectation.

This young man before them was simply too brilliant.

Four battles, four victories. And with every battle, he showed improvement!

And now, he was even on the verge of condensing a Sword Intent Seed.

A figure like this was a once-in-a-millennium talent, even for the entire Lingyun Sect.

"In our Lingyun Sect, perhaps only the Little Sword God, Lian Shuang, possesses such talent," Yuan Lang the Pill Master murmured.

His blood was boiling with an excitement that he could not calm for a long time.

Even Mo Jiufeng found himself staring intently at Ling Fei.

There was no hatred in his eyes. He knew that for someone in a state of enlightenment like Ling Fei, it would be nearly impossible to restrain their Sword Intent at such a critical moment.

What Mo Jiufeng felt was shock.

And respect.

In his eyes, the young man on the stage was like a rising Sword God, demanding his solemn respect.