"The Black Flame Ghost Sword? That's Chu Hanxian's sword?"
"Really? Are you sure?"
The moment that person spoke, it immediately prompted a barrage of questions from the crowd.
After all, this was no small matter.
"There's no mistake. That's the Black Flame Ghost Sword, Chu Hanxian's personal weapon. I heard my grandfather speak of it years ago, and I've seen depictions of the Black Flame Ghost Sword."
"Both its aura and its form are an exact match. There's absolutely no doubt."
The person who had first identified the sword as the Black Flame Ghost Sword spoke with an expression of absolute certainty.
"Hsss—"
"Didn't they say the Black Flame Ghost Sword was lost by Chu Hanxian? Turns out it wasn't lost at all — he gave it to his grandson."
People quickly came to believe and accept this truth.
And that was only natural. After all, the one wielding the Black Flame Ghost Sword was none other than Chu Hanxian's own grandson, Chu Feng.
Yet amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Linghu Tiemian was feeling rather displeased.
After all, his Dragon Phoenix Battle Blade was also a legendary weapon.
He had been planning to show it off a bit, take some pride in it.
But now, simply because Chu Feng's weapon had once belonged to Chu Hanxian, everyone was looking at Chu Feng with envy — completely ignoring the Dragon Phoenix Battle Blade in his hands.
It gave him a bitter sense of defeat.
Woo-aaah—
Suddenly, two piercing roars erupted from the Dragon Phoenix Battle Blade in Linghu Tiemian's hand.
It was the roar of a dragon and a phoenix, and as the two cries intertwined, two golden figures of light emerged from within the blade.
Those figures of light not only expanded rapidly but transformed into a dragon and a phoenix.
The two creatures were lifelike and ferocious, brimming with savage killing intent like kings among all beasts. Baring their fangs and claws, they lunged toward Chu Feng.
The sight was as though they intended to tear Chu Feng apart.
Hum—
However, the Black Flame Ghost Sword in Chu Feng's hand merely trembled slightly.
Aaah—
In the next instant, a vast torrent of black energy erupted forth, accompanied by the wailing and howling of countless spirits.
The brilliantly shining golden dragon and phoenix collided with the black energy and shattered in an instant.
Furthermore, the black energy surged directly toward Linghu Tiemian.
At the sight of this, every heart in the crowd clenched.
The previous exchange had nothing to do with Chu Feng's or Linghu Tiemian's personal strength — it had been a pure contest between two supreme-grade Immortal weapons.
And the outcome was already painfully clear.
Even the renowned Dragon Phoenix Battle Blade had fallen to an inferior position before the Black Flame Ghost Sword.
The Black Flame Ghost Sword truly deserved its reputation as Chu Hanxian's personal blade. It was simply not something ordinary Immortal weapons could compare to.
Just as the crowd marveled in awe, the oppressive aura released by the Black Flame Ghost Sword had already descended upon Linghu Tiemian like a blanket of dark clouds.
"Hmph."
Linghu Tiemian swept his sleeve, and a torrent of martial power swept out from within it, immediately dispersing the black energy.
Though the Black Flame Ghost Sword's pressure was formidable, without Chu Feng actively channeling it, it was still somewhat lacking when facing Linghu Tiemian on its own.
Although he had dismissed the Black Flame Ghost Sword's energy with a casual wave, the fact that his Dragon Phoenix Battle Blade had fallen behind in the clash of Immortal weapons left Linghu Tiemian's expression growing ever more grim.
This time, he wasted no more words. Gripping the Dragon Phoenix Battle Blade, he launched himself toward Chu Feng in a flash.
Linghu Tiemian didn't use any Immortal techniques, nor did he employ any Immortal Taboo martial skills. Instead, he charged straight at Chu Feng with his blade, engaging him head-on.
"Heh…"
Yet, facing Linghu Tiemian's assault, Chu Feng merely smiled faintly. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he tightened his grip on the Black Flame Ghost Sword and charged forward to meet him.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng and Linghu Tiemian had clashed.
With each swing of the weapons in their hands, trails of golden and black energy were drawn through the air.
And when the two blades collided, ripples of energy surged outward.
Even those ripples were black and gold respectively.
The way the two clashed now resembled a battle between an immortal and a demon — Linghu Tiemian as the immortal, and Chu Feng as the demon.
There was simply no helping that.
After all, the auras of their respective Immortal weapons were exactly that distinct.