Swoosh.
But just as Chu Feng stabilized his figure, Jiang Yuantai, spear in hand, attacked once again.
Chu Feng dodged again.
And Jiang Yuantai attacked again.
Just like before, although Chu Feng dodged the first strike, when the distance closed and his reaction time grew short, he was unable to avoid Jiang Yuantai's second strike.
He could only block with the long sword in his hand.
Clang!
Another ear-piercing boom erupted, and another violent ripple tore through the void.
And Chu Feng was sent flying once more.
But this time, the hand gripping Chu Feng's sword was shaking even more visibly.
"Hey, brat from the Nine Soul Heavenly River, why's your hand trembling? Can't even hold your sword steady?"
Mocking voices rang out from the members of the Dan Dao Immortal Sect.
Although Chu Feng quickly steadied his hand, the Dan Dao Immortal Sect people had already noticed.
This was only natural—after all, these people were practically all peak Martial Emperors, and some were even half-god-tier.
With their cultivation, they could naturally see every detail of the battle between the two.
"I'm not from the Nine Soul Heavenly River. This young master hails from the Ancestral Martial Heavenly River."
Chu Feng snorted coldly, as if declaring his intent to fight back.
And indeed, the moment he finished speaking, he began his counterattack.
Wielding his long sword, he lunged back at Jiang Yuantai.
Seeing this, Jiang Yuantai simply stood where he was, motionless, calmly awaiting Chu Feng's approach.
His face was not only filled with disdain but also brimming with extreme confidence.
As if he knew that he was already in an invincible position!!
Swoosh.
Though it was a wooden sword, when Chu Feng thrust it forward, it still unleashed a torrent of bone-chilling cold.
"This kid."
At that moment, every member of the Dan Dao Immortal Sect realized that Chu Feng was not to be underestimated. The sheer momentum of that single strike was something no ordinary Fourth-rank Martial Emperor could ever achieve.
Though they were competing with raw combat power alone, there was no doubt that Chu Feng was also an expert in close combat.
However, what no one expected was that this strike—one that even the Dan Dao Immortal Sect members found impressive—Jiang Yuantai didn't even bother to dodge.
He simply raised the long spear in his hand and deflected Chu Feng's incoming sword with a flick.
Clang!
As violent ripples of energy rippled outward, Chu Feng's thrusting sword was deflected just like that.
In fact, it wasn't just the sword that was deflected—Chu Feng himself was sent flying.
But Jiang Yuantai hadn't moved a single inch.
"So powerful."
This brief exchange caused all the experts from the Nine Soul Heavenly River to furrow their brows deeply.
Even Grandmother Wishing God and Fairy Dao Hai—who knew full well how strong Chu Feng was—felt uncertain when they looked at Jiang Yuantai.
They were all martial cultivators, and they could sense that Jiang Yuantai's strength was truly formidable.
At the very least, in this moment, even Chu Feng was at a significant gap compared to Jiang Yuantai.
"Without martial skills, is this all you've got?"
Jiang Yuantai looked at Chu Feng with mockery—the gaze of the strong sizing up the weak.
Facing that gaze, Chu Feng's sword-like brows shot upward, and unmistakable anger blazed in his eyes.
Swoosh.
Brimming with killing intent, Chu Feng thrust his sword forward once more.
Perhaps fueled by rage, this strike was faster and fiercer than any before it.
Clang!
But Jiang Yuantai simply swept his long spear across, not only batting away Chu Feng's incoming sword yet again, but this time sending Chu Feng flying even farther than before.
"Boring."
This brief exchange made Jiang Yuantai realize that the gap between him and Chu Feng was enormous, and it stripped away whatever patience he still had to drag things out with Chu Feng.
The very moment he knocked Chu Feng away, he stepped forward and surged toward Chu Feng at full speed.
He... wanted to end this pointless fight.
His speed was terrifying—almost in the very instant Chu Feng managed to stabilize himself, Jiang Yuantai was already right in front of him.
Swoosh.
However, just as Jiang Yuantai launched his attack, the long sword in Chu Feng's hand suddenly came slashing down at him.
This strike was incredibly fast—far faster than any of the previous ones.
Jiang Yuantai's pupils contracted. Not daring to be careless, he had no choice but to pull back the long spear he had already thrust forward.
Fortunately, before the sword could come crashing down, he managed to position his spear above his head as a shield.
Clang!