Chapter 716 - 666: Pang Hong’s Sword
Chapter 716: Chapter 666: Pang Hong’s Sword
Within the arena of the stage, countless cultivators are revealing their wisdom and abilities, using all sorts of methods to strive for fame and recognition here.
After all, those observing them now are the most powerful beings in the world. If one could catch their eye and gain their favor in this event, it would be equivalent to a carp leaping through the dragon’s gate, ascending the ladder, and changing their fate.
Some independent practitioners who are aware of their weak powers unite with their companions to deal with disciples of more significant strength.
Disciples from large sects, leveraging their prestige and alliance with sect mates, quickly gather a considerable number of people and suppress disciples from opposing forces they had conflicts with before, striving to eliminate them.
Also, just as Pei Xuanjing and others had imagined, those individuals with remarkable talent and robust fighting strength display their authority, even when facing multiple opponents at once, proving their dominance.
In short, the situation within the arenas of the three locations is ever-changing. Emerging talents stir up the wind and clouds, creating an exciting spectacle that attracts many eyes.
Especially for the powerful practitioners from many top-tier forces—they are particularly interested in the outstanding ones, especially those with wisdom and organizational capabilities.
Pang Hong enters the battling arena for cultivators at the Fourth Level of the Spiritual Realm. In this area, there are less than ten thousand people. The moment he steps in, he suddenly finds that the arena is truly a forbidden place, as his master had said.
At this moment, he feels as if he is in the wilderness, surrounded by lush forests and meandering mountain ranges, full of vitality.
Frightening waves of Qi continuously surge into the sky and collide with each other. Clearly, there are cultivators battling, causing the forest to shake and Primordial Qi to circulate freely.
However, Pang Hong is not the least bit surprised by the ripples caused by the duels. His years of presiding over the Shenxiao Sect have taught him to maintain a poker face, whether in joy or anger.
He does not rush to find an opponent but leisurely walks around with the Shenxiao Sword in his hand, experiencing the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi and landscape of the forbidden blessed land at the moment.
Huh?
While Pang Hong is leisurely strolling, a sudden sharp sword Qi rises ominously and sweeps around. This sword intent is incredibly dominating, seeming to suppress the surrounding cultivators and offering them only one choice—to submit.
“You, from the Sword Sect, are quite presumptuous! Do you truly believe that once you’ve cultivated the divine power of the Sword Sect, you can sweep over all the heroes?” a cultivator roars reproachfully.
With these voices emerging, several cultivators take action in succession, challenging this sword intent, trying to break down this sword intent.
Unfortunately, no one is strong enough to suppress the other party. When the sword light passes by, some cultivators are continuously eliminated and leave the dueling area, losing their qualifications for the duels.
“The Sword Sect, huh?” There is a flash of divine light in Pang Hong’s eyes.
As a top-tier force in the Sky Wasteland, able to contend with the Xuantian Sect, which claims to be the top of the Righteous Path, he has naturally heard of them. He knows that the disciples of this Sword Sect are always overbearing when they have their swords in hand.
However, it is indeed better to see once than hear a hundred times; this disciple of the Sword Sect is even more overbearing than Pang Hong had imagined. He thought if this Sword Sect weren’t a top-tier force with several strongest cultivators sitting among them, they might not be able to bear offending people like this!
Just as he was contemplating, he could sense a sword light falling toward him. Faced with this horrible sword light, Pang Hong wasn’t afraid at all; he simply smiled, flicked his finger, and shot a sword Qi, which knocked it into oblivion.
Pei Xuanjing’s swordsmanship is famous in the world, which Pei Xuanjing relies on to march across the world and win repeatedly. As his disciple, how could Pang Hong’s swordsmanship be weak? n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
“Hmm, there’s actually someone who can block my sword.”
The sword light was blocked, and the disciple of the Sword Sect naturally reacted. He immediately headed towards the place where Pang Hong was.
“So, it’s the disciple of the National Advisor. I am Jian Wuying, I have heard much about you,” Jian Wuying, the disciple from the Sword Sect, spoke to Pang Hong.
Clearly, as the direct disciple of Pei Xuanjing, Pang Hong’s name and appearance were deeply remembered by everyone, giving the impression of a person known to all.
Looking at the opponent whose eyes were full of desire to fight, Pang Hong lightly said, “Taoist Friend, are you intending to take action against me?”
Ever since this Jian Wuying appeared, with the flow of Primordial Qi on his body, and the unabashed war intent in his eyes, Pang Hong naturally understood the other party’s thoughts.
“That’s correct. If I hadn’t encountered you, I might let it pass, but since I have met you, I definitely want to experience your strength for myself, given that you are the disciple of the National Advisor,” Jian Wuying bluntly replied.
The disciples of the Sword Sect believe in seeking the straight path rather than the winding one, naturally he would not beat around the bush. He also doesn’t hide his intention to make a move.
Pang Hong advised, “With your strength, you may not be unable to compete for the final reward. If you act now, you won’t have a chance.”
His meaning is clear—if he makes a move and eliminates his opponent, Jian Wuying will certainly have no chance to stay.
Jian Wuying naturally heard Pang Hong’s words. He was displeased with Pang Hong’s attitude, “Are you this confident?”
As a disciple of the Sword Sect, he was already rather proud. Hearing Pang Hong’s words now, he was rather angry.
“In that case, take action!” said Pang Hong, without saying anything more.
He had already given his advice, but the other party didn’t appreciate it, so there was no need for him to hold back.
“Good!”
Jian Wuying no longer wasted words and drew his sword.
As the divine sword is thrust out, countless sword lights appear immediately. Floating shadows and fleeting lights flood the Heaven and Earth, as if everything has been covered by sword light.
Looking at the Sword Light flying from all corners of the sky, Pang Hong lightly shakes his head, disappointment flashing across his eyes. While the opponent’s sword technique is not bad and even considered a strong contender among his peers, if he were to face an average cultivator at Fifth Level of the Spirit Realm, he might have actually put up a good fight.
However, unfortunately, he encountered Pang Hong, the disciple of Pei Xuanjing, who, even though Pei Xuanjing did not particularly focus on teaching Pang Hong, benefited greatly from listening to a supreme cultivator’s teachings and experiences.
Before Heaven and Earth fully revived, many cultivators from the Sky Wasteland arrived. Pang Hong, standing at the Second Layer of the Spirit Realm and following Pei Xuanjing’s orders, had already defeated numerous cultivators at the Third and Fourth Levels of the Spirit Realm, not to mention himself stepping into the Fourth Level of the Spirit Realm after decades of cultivation, right?
Jian Wuying’s fierce sword light might be perceived as a formidable sword move in the eyes of others, but in Pang Hong’s eyes, it is merely flamboyant.
Pang Hong shook his head, and the Shenxiao Sword in his hand let out a soft humming sound and was drawn out in an instant.
Sword Drawing Skill!
This technique, which Pei Xuanjing once relied upon to gallop across the world, defeating countless experts and causing the astonishment of the world’s strongest individuals, appears once again. As the direct disciple of Pei Xuanjing,
This sword technique reappears in Pang Hong’s hands, in the eyes of all powerful beings in the Heaven and Earth.