"I'd like to see just what other tricks you have up your sleeve."
Chu Feng knew full well that the Soul Infant Sect Master was preparing some powerful 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 making a move, he had no intention of stopping him. On the contrary, Chu Feng actually halted the Ancient War Sword's assault.
He simply watched in silence, waiting to see what tricks the man could possibly pull.
Today, Chu Feng wanted the Soul Infant Sect Master to lose so completely that he would have no choice but to accept defeat.
Without relying on the Evil God Sword's power, Chu Feng could still take this wretched life.
With his own strength alone, he would avenge his friends.
Hummm— In truth, the Soul Infant Sect Master's technique was executed with astonishing speed.
In an instant, the Soul Infant Sect Master pressed his palms together, and the immortal-grade martial power that blanketed the sky above him converged into a single point, transforming into a colossal sword.
This great sword was also golden—not merely glittering with golden light, but possessing an almost tangible weight to it, as though it were not forged from martial power at all, but rather hammered from solid gold.
Colossal was the right word. The sword was a full two thousand meters long, and even from the vantage of the open sky, it was a truly monstrous sight.
Before this enormous blade, the Ancient War Sword—several hundred meters in length—seemed positively minuscule.
Most importantly, the aura radiating from this giant sword was overwhelmingly vast and ferocious.
This was an Ancestral Forbidden Martial Technique, and not just any Ancestral Forbidden Martial Technique—it was among the most devastating of the lot.
Yet once the Ancestral Forbidden Martial Technique had fully taken shape, the Soul Infant Sect Master did not immediately launch his attack against Chu Feng.
Instead, dark, sinister flames emanated from within his body and fused into the Ancestral Forbidden Martial Technique.
In the blink of an eye, the once resplendent golden giant sword was transmuted into a pitch-black color.
Most terrifying of all, eerie wailing of infants poured ceaselessly from the dark blade—a haunting, blood-curdling sound.
And with that transformation, the power of the Ancestral Forbidden Martial Technique had ascended yet another level.
"That's not good. The technique the Soul Infant Sect Master is using now has been fused with demonic cultivation."
"That demonic power is far too sinister. Even though Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword is formidable, his own cultivation is still a full realm below the Soul Infant Sect Master's."
At that moment, Zi Xunyi's face was etched with worry, because she could sense it—the dark giant sword the Soul Infant Sect Master had condensed had, in terms of sheer aura, completely and utterly surpassed Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword.
If the two clashed, things would be extremely unfavorable for Chu Feng.
"M-my b-brother wouldn't be this calm if he didn't have a plan. There's no way the Soul Infant Sect Master can beat my brother." Unlike Zi Xunyi, Wang Qiang was brimming with confidence in Chu Feng.
"Chu Feng, let me show you the power of my Soul Infant Demon Sword."
"Let you see for yourself whether your Ancient War Sword is stronger, or my Soul Infant Demon Sword is more fearsome."
As he spoke, the Soul Infant Sect Master formed hand seals with one hand while pointing the other directly at Chu Feng.
BOOM— In the next instant, the so-called Soul Infant Demon Sword surged forward, carrying with it the wailing of countless infants, its terrifying aura, and its crushing pressure, hurtling straight toward the Ancient War Sword.
He was aiming for the Ancient War Sword, not Chu Feng himself.
His intention was obvious—he wanted to shatter Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword to demonstrate his overwhelming power.
"Right on time."
Seeing this, Chu Feng showed no sign of backing down. He drove the Ancient War Sword forward as well, charging headlong toward the so-called Soul Infant Demon Sword.
At that moment, Ying Mingchao, Zi Xunyi, Wang Qiang, Zhao Hong, and the others completely forgot about tending to their wounds.
Every last one of them stared unblinkingly at the battlefield, all of them eager to see who would emerge victorious in this clash.
After all, this was not merely a contest of strength—it was a battle of honor and dignity as well.
() At last, the two great swords drew near.
One was a pitch-black giant sword two thousand meters long.
The other was a golden giant sword three hundred meters in length.
One was called the Soul Infant Demon Sword, its demonic energy reaching the heavens.
The other was called the Ancient War Sword, its battle intent unmatched.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—