"This sword... such tremendous power, such wild ferocity."
Everyone watching could see
If even someone like Chu Feng couldn't make a half-emperor weapon acknowledge him as its master, what junior could ever hope to conquer one?
Yet this particular sword flatly refused to submit to Chu Feng, and it struggled with savage intensity. If he were to let go, it would surely tear through the air and escape.
"I refuse to believe I can't tame you."
Suddenly, Chu Feng's will surged, and brilliant golden barrier force radiated from within his body. It flowed downward like water, streaming through the soles of his feet and spreading across the elevated platform around him.
The golden barrier force, upon touching the ground, transformed into runic symbols that scattered in every direction.
"He's setting up a formation! This boy can actually deploy such a powerful formation through sheer willpower alone!"
At that moment, numerous Spirit World Masters from the Spirit Alliance wore expressions of shock, followed by grudging admiration.
They had already realized that Chu Feng was deploying a formation — and a formidable one at that. At least many of the Spirit Alliance's elders would be incapable of deploying a formation of this caliber.
Yet not only had Chu Feng deployed one, he had completed it in the blink of an eye.
Swoosh—
With the formation complete, Chu Feng gripped the sword with both hands, reversed its blade toward the ground, and plunged it downward with force. With a resounding thud, the long sword pierced into the barrier formation.
The blood sword, once trapped within the formation, was like a ferocious beast locked in chains. Though restrained, its struggling grew even more violent.
In an instant, the dim sky churned with roiling dark clouds. Lightning crackled, thunder boomed, and savage winds howled across heaven and earth — even the weather itself was influenced by the sword's power.
"What a terrifying half-emperor weapon! Could this truly be the legendary Evil God Sword?"
Weapons inherently carried an aura — some radiated righteous energy, others sinister energy. If
The older generation of powerhouses fared reasonably well; their deep cultivation mostly shielded them from the sword's oppressive force.
But the juniors fared far worse. Their cultivation was simply too weak to withstand the sword's evil aura. Many were struck with genuine terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Setting aside the disciples of other factions, setting aside the juniors from other sects — even the elite young participants from the four clans who had gathered for this exchange were already shaken to the core. That alone spoke volumes about just how heavy the sword's evil energy was.
"This sword is incredibly sinister! This evil pressure isn't mere physical oppression — it's disturbing the mind!" Even Immortal Baimi wore a look of genuine astonishment. A sword like this was something even he had never encountered before.
"Indeed. And the closer one stands to the sword, the more its influence disrupts the mind. The juniors outside the platform are already affected despite their distance. Fellow Daoist Feng Xing stands right beside it — the primary target of its assault — yet remains entirely unaffected. Such willpower is truly admirable," praised Immortal Jieling, for he knew that if he were in Chu Feng's position at that age and cultivation level, he would absolutely be unable to resist such sinister energy.
"It's not that he's unaffected — it's that he's holding it back. This level of mental fortitude is truly extraordinary," Immortal Luopan added with continued admiration, then muttered under his breath, "I never expected this kid to be this impressive. Tsk tsk... if I'd known sooner, I should have..."
"Immortal Luopan, what was that?" Unexpectedly, Immortal Luopan's quiet muttering was overheard by Immortal Aicai beside him.
"Nothing, haha..." Immortal Luopan laughed sheepishly.
Though Immortal Aicai harbored some suspicion, he didn't press the matter or dwell on it. Instead, he narrowed his gaze toward the blood sword, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Swoosh—
Just then, Chu Feng suddenly sat cross-legged. Though he released his grip on the blood sword, his fingers formed seals, commanding the formation.