Chapter 2858: Named Chu Xuanyuan (1)

Just as Chu Feng had said, the Ancient Battle Sword had been provoked into a fighting spirit by the City of the Sword King's inherited secret technique.

Its golden radiance blazed even brighter, and its might grew stronger by the moment.

That kingly aura — the air of one who brooked no rival — intensified several times over, sweeping across heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, Han Yu's supreme secret technique had already been shaken to its core, trembling with fear. How could it possibly continue to contend with the Ancient Battle Sword?

With a single devastating downward cleave from the Ancient Battle Sword, Han Yu's supreme secret technique shattered into a sky full of green light, forcefully torn apart by the sword's might.

"Incredible! Chu Feng's secret technique is too powerful — what's Han Yu going to do now?"

With Han Yu's inherited technique utterly outmatched by Chu Feng's Ancient Battle Sword, all eyes turned toward Han Yu.

Without the protection of his inherited technique, what could he possibly use to stand against the Ancient Battle Sword?

"Hmph, Chu Feng — don't celebrate too early. This battle is already over."

Yet, far from being rattled under the weight of everyone's gaze, Han Yu not only showed no fear — he actually exuded an aura of absolute confidence, as though victory was already in his grasp.

And the confidence Han Yu displayed was no empty bluff.

At that moment, rumbling began to emanate from all around Han Yu's body. The ground shook, and even the void itself trembled violently.

It was as though some tremendous energy was about to erupt.

And amid this transformation, the golden light radiating from Han Yu began to shift.

That golden glow coalesced into the form of a colossal Buddha statue.

The statue towered three thousand meters high, piercing the clouds like an immense mountain, with Han Yu sheltered at its center.

When this giant Buddha appeared, even the once-expansive dueling space suddenly seemed rather small in comparison.

"The second-stage Immortal Art — Han Yu has already unleashed it."

Gazing at the mountain-like golden Buddha, the onlookers who had been worried for Han Yu now turned their anxious eyes toward Chu Feng.

This was a second-stage Immortal Art. Its power needed no explanation.

If Han Yu had failed to bring it out, Chu Feng might well have had a chance at victory.

But now that Han Yu had successfully executed it — how could Chu Feng possibly contend?

"Chu Feng has lost."

And amid everyone's speculations, Song Yunfei delivered what he considered a definitive answer.

"How so?" Jian Wuqing was skeptical of Song Yunfei's proclamation and asked for his reasoning.

"A second-stage Immortal Art is formidable on its own — and Han Yu has taken a Nine Revolutions Heaven Passage forbidden pill on top of that."

"Chu Feng, while possessing a great many heaven-defying tricks, has a true cultivation of only fifth-grade."

"A fifth-grade True Immortal cannot possibly wield a second-stage Immortal Art. So tell me — how could he possibly win?"

Song Yunfei posed this question to Jian Wuqing.

"Exactly. Chu Feng cannot use a second-stage Immortal Art, and he's already revealed all his heaven-defying techniques — meaning he has no trump cards left."

"Senior Brother Song's analysis is spot on. Chu Feng is utterly doomed to lose."

Once Song Yunfei had spoken, not only the disciples of the Starfall Sacred Land but even the other juniors gave him thumbs-up in approval.

Bathed in this collective praise, Song Yunfei looked even more pleased with himself.

As for Jian Wuqing, he offered no rebuttal — he truly could not find one.

After all, he did not know Chu Feng well enough to say how he might resolve this crisis.

And yet, he did not believe Chu Feng would lose — because he had noticed that throughout it all, Chu Feng's expression had remained perfectly composed. Not once, from beginning to end, had a trace of panic crossed his face.

"Second-stage Immortal Art — True Buddha's Hand!!!"

At that moment, Han Yu bellowed, and finally made his move.

The instant his palm struck forward, the golden Buddha that had been shielding him transformed into an enormous palm that smashed toward Chu Feng.

With this single palm, the dueling space itself shuddered repeatedly and the void cracked apart.

Even the void outside the dueling space rumbled and trembled ceaselessly — the sheer might of it was awe-inspiring.

This was the power of a second-stage Immortal Art.

As for Chu Feng, he was not without recourse. He had long since recalled the Ancient Battle Sword to his side, where it formed a protective barrier — a defensive formation that shielded him at its center.