Ye Feng stood up.


    "Sect Leader, please have some tea." Hu Feifei beside him presented the freshly brewed Spiritual Tea, which was fragrant, sweet, and lingered in the mouth delightfully.


    "Hmm, Feifei’s skills are getting better and better!"


    Ye Fengplimented, his attention shifting toward the fourteen arenas in the distance, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.


    He had made up his mind.


    Once thepetition between the young geniuses of the two nations concluded, he would have his disciples venture out more, doing good deeds in the form of epting missions, to increase their Prestige Points.


    "Prestige Points can speed up mission progress and also strengthen the Holy Divine Form. They must always be given priority," Ye Feng thought to himself.


    The acquisition of Prestige Points must not stop!


    ...


    Above Whitefloat City.


    "Let me join in too!"


    Long Tianxing twisted his neck and leaped onto the arena representing number five. To this day, he had already advanced to the fifth level of the Element Gathering Realm.


    "It’s Long Tianxing!"


    "I’ve heard of him. In Misty Peak, there are legends of two disciples with unparalleled physical bodies. One of them is Qiao Jiaxi, a true pure Body Cultivator, and the other is Long Tianxing."


    "I heard Long Tianxing is of the Dragonfolk n and can enter the Dragon Transformation Form, possessing an unrivaled physical body and extraordinarybat power."


    The onlookers grew interested one after another.


    Though spell battles were fanciful and pleasing to the eye, the straightforward, flesh-to-flesh collision of Body Cultivators aroused even more anticipation.


    "You want to challenge me?"


    Atop the fifth arena, there stood a muscr young man wielding a longsword, his eyes bright and intense like tworge light bulbs.


    He practiced Dual Cultivation of Magic and Body!


    "I know this man, he’s a direct disciple of the Overlord God from the Leiwu Dynasty."


    "What, a disciple of the Overlord God?"


    "Who is the Overlord God?"


    "That’s a Divine Origin Realm Great Power proficient in Dual Cultivation of Magic and Body. Within the entire Leiwu Dynasty, he’s ranked among the top hundred supreme powerhouses, and his disciple.... definitely something else."


    Most of the onlookers were young geniuses themselves.


    They liked to gather at Miaoyin Tea House to drink tea and boast, so they were well-informed.


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    "My name is Cun Tongwang, a disciple of the Overlord God."


    The muscr young man with the longsword spoke.


    "Long Tianxing, a True Disciple of Misty Sect."


    As he spoke, Long Tianxing entered the Dragon Transformation Form, and on the surface of his two silver ws, a lightning-like silver radiance twisted about.


    "No need for more words, let’s fight!" Cun Tongwang clenched his fist with his right hand, sheathed his longsword with his left, thought for a moment, and decided to sheathe his sword. He clenched both fists, muscles bulging so intensely that he tore through his clothes on the spot.


    "Wow, he’s fierce!"


    "Ladies, take a look, it’s a hunk!"


    Many female cultivators around them shyly covered their eyes with their hands, then peeked through the gaps between their fingers, their cheeks flushed with a hint of red.


    "There he is, the Cloth-Bursting Hero!" someone in the audience shouted out.


    "My ws are very sharp, your physical body won’t withstand them, you should draw your sword!" Long Tianxing kindly advised.


    "You’re underestimating me." Cun Tongwangunched a proactive attack.


    He swung his fists, propelled himself forward with a strong push from his legs, and in an instant reached right in front of Long Tianxing, throwing a punch heavy as a mountain.


    ng!


    Long Tianxing blocked the punch with his left forearm, feeling the dragon scales on his body trembling crazily, even emitting a dragon’s roar.


    Humming vibrations!


    A myriad of shockwaves burst forth from the point of impact, mixed with eerie sound waves, making the eardrums of the audience swell, nearly causing them to faint.


    "What terrifying residual effects from the battle!"


    The crowd of young geniuses retreated.


    "Such a strong strike!" Qiao Jiaxi’s gaze sharpened, feeling that Cun Tongwang’s power was not much weaker than his own.


    Just then, Cun Tongwang’s other fist came thundering forth, targeting Long Tianxing’s face.


    ng!


    Long Tianxing reacted quickly, his other hand swiftly in position to block the attack, followed by a sweeping leg kick that sent Cun Tongwang flying for hundreds of meters.


    In mid-air.


    Cun Tongwang floated, nced at the w marks on his arm, and his pupils contracted.


    He thought for a moment before realizing that during the process of being kicked away by Long Tianxing, he had identally been scratched by thetter’s sharp ws.


    "What sharp ws!"


    Cun Tongwang’s face changed drastically, and he quickly drew his sword.


    "Both you and I are dual cultivators of magic and body, but I have no desire to duel with spells, which are too shy for my taste."


    Cun Tongwang held the sword in his right hand and clenched his left into a fist,unching into a fierce dual assault.


    Long Tianxing didn’t dare to be careless, his two sharp ws constantly defending as he and Cun Tongwang fought until they reached a white-hot stage.


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    Every collision between the two sent out waves of sound that made the eardrums of the onlooking crowd tremble, nearly unable to withstand it.


    "Dragon Yuan Cannon!"


    At that moment, Long Tianxing pressed his hands together.


    The silver glow from his body was like a silver sun, countless beams of light converging into his palms, forming a silver sphere that grewrger andrger, prying his sped hands apart.


    Boom...


    The Dragon Yuan Cannon instantly sted out, forcing Cun Tongwang to immediately sh down with both hands holding the sword.


    But, he had underestimated the Dragon Yuan Cannon.


    The sword strike met with a frenzied power that rebounded back, causing the long sword to fly from his grasp, piercing through a distant mountain before nting into the earth, its tail vibrating with a hum.


    Cun Tongwang, too, after losing his grip on the long sword, pressed his hands against the Dragon Yuan Cannon, using all his strength to resist, but was still sent flying back thousands of metres.


    Boom!


    He crashed into the mountainside, causing the stone wall to spiderweb and fracture.


    Boom!


    Long Tianxing quickly followed up, clenching his ws into a fist, delivering thirty-five rapid punches that caused Cun Tongwang to spit blood profusely, copsing to the ground.


    "I concede!"


    Cun Tongwang coughed twice, daring not to continue the fight.


    Long Tianxing’s attack was measured, inflicting only light injuries, but if the battle were to continue, serious injuries were likely.


    "Even Cun Tongwang, a direct disciple of the Overlord God, is no match for Long Tianxing. This person truly deserves to be a true disciple of the Misty Sect."


    The crowd buzzed with discussion.


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    Atop Misty Peak.


    Ye Feng received the notification.


    "Not bad at all, just like that, continue!" Ye Feng smiled, hoping his disciples would engage in more sparring with the various geniuses, bringing arge number of prestige points to the sect.


    In the sky.


    Mo Ying unleashed a sword strike, defeating another opponent and securing victory.


    After defending the arena, she had consecutively defeated nine opponents, amassing over ten thousand prestige points for herself at a rapid pace.


    She just didn’t know it.


    On tform number three.


    Wang Ping’an relied on his ’poison milk’ to temporarily weaken his opponent’s strength, then cast spells from the "Mystical Spirit Catalogue" and "Heavenly Moon Strike", or simply pulled out arge number of Bursting Origin Pills from his storage bag, unbeatable among his peers.


    "Such an exciting exchange, it’s a pity that Second Senior Brother isn’t here."


    Li Jiaojiao, Jia Yn, Yan Ruyu, Ji Ziling, Xia He, Qiu Ju, Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Yu, Yu Su, Yu Wei and other first generation disciples stood together, watching the battles.


    Their gazes shifted, not finding Huo Yunjie among them.


    "A contest of this caliber will lose some of its luster without Second Senior Brother," Jia Yn remarked.


    Huo Yunjie’s sword skills were formidable.


    This was evident to all.


    Unfortunately, no one knew where he had gone; he had been absent for a while.


    ...


    On the western fringes of the Taiyue Mountain Range.


    Huo Yunjie, with three longswords strapped to his back, stood atop a massivepis stone, with Lin Yuyan beside him.


    "Thank you for your guidance, Brother Huo. I’m finally close to grasping the essence of Sword Intent," Lin Yuyan said joyously.


    She stretched out her hand, a flicker of sword light sparkling in her palm.


    Within it, a special aura was gradually taking shape, slowly forming into the likeness of a swallow.


    "What kind of Sword Intent is this?"


    Huo Yunjie asked curiously.


    "I call it ’Spirit Swallow’ Sword Intent. Once it’s shaped, it will be a lively swallow, capable of both offense and defense."


    Sword Qi taking form was a manifestation of Sword Intent in its own right.


    Huo Yunjie nodded and said, "That’s also good. It seems your Sword Intent is about to take shape. Continue to refine it in theing days, and do not ck off."


    "Okay," Lin Yuyan felt a hint of sweetness in her heart.


    Thousands of metres away.


    Baixue Dingy hidden in the bushes, sneakily watching from a distance.