"Let me see what else you've got."
Chu Feng knew full well that the Soul Infant Sect Master was brewing some fearsome technique.
But Chu Feng was brimming with confidence — confident that he could slay the man today. And so, even though he knew the Soul Infant Sect Master was preparing something, he made no move to stop him. In fact, Chu Feng actually halted the Ancient War Sword's assault.
He simply watched in silence, waiting to see what tricks the man would pull.
Today, Chu Feng was going to make the Soul Infant Sect Master admit defeat — thoroughly and completely.
Without relying on the Evil God Sword's power, Chu Feng would still take his wretched life.
With his own strength, he would avenge his friend.
Buzz—
In truth, the Soul Infant Sect Master's technique came together with astonishing speed.
In an instant, the man pressed both palms together. The Immortal-level martial power that blanketed the sky above his head converged into a single point and formed into a massive sword.
The great sword was golden as well — brilliant and dazzling, yet it carried a remarkable sense of solidity, as though it were not merely condensed from martial power but forged from actual gold.
A massive sword, indeed. This colossal blade measured a full two thousand meters in length. Even from a vantage point high in the void, it was a truly enormous construct.
In the presence of that titanic sword, the Ancient War Sword's blade of several hundred meters looked positively diminutive.
More importantly, the aura emanating from the great sword was overwhelmingly vast and ferocious.
This was a Prohibition Ancestral martial skill — and not an ordinary one at that. It was among the most powerful of the Prohibition Ancestral techniques.
Yet once the Prohibition Ancestral skill had fully taken shape, the Soul Infant Sect Master did not immediately launch his attack on Chu Feng.
Instead, a dark, sinister energy poured from within the man's body and fused into the Prohibition Ancestral skill.
In the blink of an eye, the once-resplendent golden great sword transformed into a dark, black hue.
Most unsettling of all, the wailing cries of infants echoed ceaselessly from within the blackened sword — a sound that sent chills down the spine.
And at this moment, the power of the Prohibition Ancestral skill had risen to yet another level.
"This is bad — the technique the Soul Infant Sect Master is using right now incorporates demonic cultivation."
"That demonic art is far too eerie. Though Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword is immensely powerful, Chu Feng's own cultivation is a full realm below the Soul Infant Sect Master's."
At this, Zi Xunyi's face filled with worry. At this moment… she could feel that the dark great sword the Soul Infant Sect Master had conjured had completely and utterly surpassed Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword in aura.
If the two clashed, the outcome would be extremely disadvantageous for Chu Feng.
"My-my-my… my brother is this fearless, so he must m-m-must have a plan. The Soul Infant Sect Master can't possibly be my brother's opponent." Unlike Zi Xunyi, Wang Qiang brimmed with absolute confidence in Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, let me show you the power of my Soul Infant Demonic Sword."
"Let me show you which is stronger — your Ancient War Sword or my Soul Infant Demonic Sword."
As the Soul Infant Sect Master spoke, he formed hand seals with one hand while the other pointed straight at Chu Feng.
Boom—
In the next instant, the so-called Soul Infant Demonic Sword surged forward amid a sky full of infant wails, carrying with it its terrifying aura and overwhelming pressure, straight toward the Ancient War Sword.
He had aimed at the Ancient War Sword, not at Chu Feng himself.
His intent was crystal clear — he intended to shatter Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword and demonstrate his superiority.
"Bring it on."
Seeing this, Chu Feng was not about to show weakness. He drove the Ancient War Sword forward to meet the so-called Soul Infant Demonic Sword head-on.
In this moment, Ying Mingchao, Zi Xunyi, Wang Qiang, Zhao Hong, and the others had entirely forgotten about their injuries.
One by one, they stared unblinkingly at the battlefield, eager to know who would emerge victorious in this confrontation.
After all, this was not merely a battle of strength — it was a battle of honor and disgrace.
Finally, the two great swords closed in on each other.
One was a two-thousand-meter dark sword.
The other was a three-hundred-meter golden sword.
One was called the Soul Infant Demonic Sword, radiating waves of demonic energy.
The other was called the Ancient War Sword, pulsing with an extraordinary fighting spirit.
Rumble—
At long last, the two great swords collided.
Dark energy churned and roiled in every direction.
The two-thousand-meter Soul Infant Demonic Sword had been shattered.
And as for the Ancient War Sword — it stood not a single scratch.