It seemed that, just as Chu Feng had said, the Ancient War Sword had been provoked by the inherited secret technique of the Sword King City into developing a competitive spirit.
Not only did its golden radiance blaze brilliantly, but its might grew ever stronger.
That kingly aura — the air of one who stood above all — intensified severalfold in that moment, sweeping across heaven and earth.
As for Han Yu's supreme secret technique, it had long since been reduced to trembling in terror, completely unable to continue contending against the Ancient War Sword.
All watched as the Ancient War Sword delivered a single thunderous downward slash, and Han Yu's supreme secret technique shattered into a sky full of green radiance, broken apart by the raw force of the Ancient War Sword.
"Incredible! Chu Feng's secret technique is too powerful — what will Han Yu do now?"
Seeing that Han Yu's inherited secret technique was no match for Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword, all eyes turned toward Han Yu.
Without the protection of his inherited secret technique, what could Han Yu possibly use to stand against Chu Feng's Ancient War Sword?
"Hmph, Chu Feng, don't celebrate too early. This battle is already over."
Yet, facing the gaze of the crowd, Han Yu showed not the slightest fear. On the contrary, an aura of absolute certainty — the confidence of one who already held victory in hand — radiated from him.
And the confidence Han Yu displayed was by no means empty bluster.
At that moment, a series of deep rumblings began to emanate from Han Yu's body. Not only did the earth shake, but even the void itself trembled violently.
It was as though some tremendous energy was about to erupt.
And amid this transformation, the golden light emanating from Han Yu's body began to change as well.
That golden radiance actually coalesced into the form of a colossal Buddha statue.
The Buddha stood three thousand meters tall, its head piercing the clouds, like an enormous mountain that shielded Han Yu within its embrace.
Once this titanic Buddha appeared, even the originally vast dueling arena seemed small by comparison.
"A Second-stage Immortal Technique — Han Yu has already unleashed it."
Gazing upon the mountain-sized golden Buddha, those who had been worried about Han Yu now shifted their anxious gazes toward Chu Feng.
This was a Second-stage Immortal Technique. Its power was beyond question.
Had Han Yu been unable to manifest it, Chu Feng would certainly have had a chance at victory.
But now that Han Yu had successfully deployed it, how could Chu Feng possibly contend?
"Chu Feng has lost."
And amid the crowd's speculation, Song Yunfei delivered what he considered a definitive answer.
"What makes you say that?"
Jian Wuqing regarded Song Yunfei's words with some skepticism and spoke up, seeking an explanation.
"That is a Second-stage Immortal Technique, which is formidable on its own. Moreover, Han Yu has consumed a forbidden drug — the Nine Revolutions Heaven-Piercing Pill. And while Chu Feng's various trump cards are indeed extraordinary, his true cultivation level is still…"
"A True Immortal cannot possibly wield a Second-stage Immortal Technique. Tell me — how could he possibly win?"
Song Yunfei posed the question to Jian Wuqing.
"Indeed. Chu Feng cannot use a Second-stage Immortal Technique, and he has already exhausted every one of his extraordinary abilities. That means he has no cards left to play."
"Senior Brother Song's analysis is spot-on. Chu Feng is undoubtedly doomed."
Once Song Yunfei finished speaking, not only the members of the Starfall Sacred Ground but even disciples from other factions gave him an appreciative thumbs-up.
Basked in the crowd's admiration, Song Yunfei grew even more self-satisfied.
As for Jian Wuqing, he did not offer a rebuttal — he truly could not find a reason to disagree.
After all, he did not know Chu Feng well, and he had no idea how Chu Feng might overcome this crisis.
And yet, he did not believe Chu Feng would lose, because he had noticed that Chu Feng's expression remained as composed as ever, without the faintest trace of panic from beginning to end.
"Second-stage Immortal Technique — True Buddha's Palm!!!"
At that moment, Han Yu bellowed, and he finally made his move.
The instant Han Yu struck, the golden Buddha that had been shielding him transformed into a colossal palm that hurtled toward Chu Feng.
The moment this palm descended, not only did the dueling arena quake ceaselessly and the void within it crack apart — even the void beyond the arena roared and shuddered with wave after wave of force. The sheer might of it left onlookers in awe.
Such was the power of a Second-stage Immortal Technique.