Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 32, Gathering Swords into a Pillar (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

Chapter 32: Chapter 32, Gathering Swords into a Pillar (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

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"Ice and Fire Double Kill!"

Two lights, one red and one blue, one ice and one fire, continuously intertwined on her sword, instantly completely penetrating the longsword. Like a volcanic eruption, the two lights immediately merged into a beautiful sword aura.

With a sword slash, a series of sonic booms continuously resounded. Chu Ru’s face turned pale, her steps unsteady as she stumbled back six or seven steps, dazedly watching the collision of the sword aura with the red palm seal.

Pfft

The moment they made contact, the sword aura faded away like winter snow. There was no violent explosion, yet the spiritual power around the red palm seal surged wildly.

Using the Thousand Burning Palm, Chu Feng wouldn’t miss such an opportunity. His body flickered, kicking up several waves as he charged at Chu Ru on the arena.

Repeatedly striking dozens of palms, he completely blocked Chu Ru’s retreat. Her steps transformed, her body resembling a butterfly, constantly dodging. However, the palm strikes whistled and instantly drove her to the edge of the arena, almost forcing her off.

"I surrender!"

Chu Ru reluctantly called out, the sword light in her hand flashing, slashing away the palm seal in front, revealing the robust figure of Chu Feng behind it.

"I concede!" Chu Feng said in a deep voice. Defeating Chu Ru was nothing worth celebrating; it was expected. The Thousand Burning Palm was famous in Burning Fire Valley, with immense destructive power. Now, half of the first place in the clan competition was already in his grasp. As for the other half, he glanced at Chu Ming sitting below, a cold smile appearing on his face.

"I didn’t lose to you; I lost to a Profound Level martial technique. Next time, after I cultivate a Profound Level martial technique, we’ll compete again!" Chu Ru said stubbornly, full of defiance. She sheathed her treasure sword and jumped off the arena.

"Chu Feng wins!" An Elder referee announced, feeling a sigh of relief. Both were top talents of the Chu Family; any injury to either would be a loss to the family.

In the VIP seats.

Seeing Chu Feng’s victory, Chu Ziping’s face immediately beamed with joy. Pretending to be humble, he said to the Fourth Prince: "Feng’Er’s Burning Fire Palm still needs more practice; he should continue diligently."

"Hahaha, brother Ziping, I disagree. Chu Feng’s strength at his age is already remarkable. In two years, he’ll definitely have a place on the Earth List!"

The Fourth Prince said boldly, stroking his beard and looking at Chu Feng with some envy. The royal family had their own geniuses, but they couldn’t compete with the four great families. Although it was unrealistic for Chu Feng to enter the Earth List now, it was almost certain he would become a True Dao martial artist in the future.

The royal family only had over thirty True Dao martial artists, each invaluable. And at the peak of True Dao, only three or four existed. Thinking of this, the Fourth Prince couldn’t help but think of the Five Great Sects. It’s said that within the Five Great Sects, there were martial artists of the Guiyuan Realm, truly the reason they could dominate the Great Yan Kingdom. That’s their foundation.

"You flatter me, Fourth Prince!" Chu Ziping said with a light smile, although knowing the Fourth Prince was being courteous, it still felt very pleasant. He became increasingly satisfied looking at Chu Feng. He looked at Chu Ming with a faint, cold glint in his eyes, unable to let go of Chu Yong’s severe injury.

Chu Ru returned to her seat, quickly taking out a spirit stone to restore her spiritual power, waiting for the next match. Regardless, it was the last match. If Chu Feng wins against Chu Ming, he becomes the family’s champion; if not, Chu Ming does.

However, none of the big figures on the stage or the Chu Family disciples below believed Chu Ming could beat Chu Feng. Perhaps there was some chance before, but the moment Chu Feng displayed a Profound Level martial technique, that belief disappeared.

No one believed Chu Ming could cultivate a Profound Level martial technique. Any Profound Level martial technique was incredibly valuable. Even in the Chu Family, the highest grade martial technique was only a middle-tier Profound Level, and only the patriarch could cultivate it. Elders had to make significant contributions to the family to be allowed to cultivate it. This was one reason Chu Ziping went to Burning Fire Valley to become an elder; otherwise, with just a low-tier Profound Level martial technique, he could never match Chu He.

Time quickly passed, and the final match was about to begin. Chu Ming stood up, his face calm as he slowly walked onto the arena, calmly looking at the approaching Chu Feng.

"Ming’Er, don’t push yourself..." Yu Guxue thought worriedly, tightly gripping the armrest in the VIP seats. Chu He was also full of concern, while Chu Ziping’s lips curled into a cold smile.

"The match begins now!" The Elder referee said indifferently, then swiftly retreated, standing on a nearby pillar, watching the match closely and ready to intervene at any moment, fearing any sudden mishaps.

Neither moved immediately. Instead, Chu Feng watched Chu Ming with great interest, a faint smile on his lips: "I don’t know where you got the guts to injure my brother severely and still dare to come on stage. Do you think I would go easy on you just because you’re the patriarch’s son?"

Chu Ming frowned. Truthfully, Chu Feng’s strength was not weak. Although he killed a bandit of the Transcendence Realm Sixth Layer on his way back, that was an outside martial artist, incomparable to a sect disciple. The gap in cultivation technique and martial techniques was immense. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

However, when killing the bandit, Chu Ming didn’t use his full power. Even he didn’t know his limits now, but dealing with Chu Feng shouldn’t be an issue.

"Enough talk, make your move!" Chu Ming replied calmly, the Cyan Yuan Technique instantly running wildly within his body, emanating a faint cyan glow from his body, like fireflies in the night.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Chu Feng grinned, his Gang Yuan surging, leaving afterimages in the air. When he reappeared, he was right in front of Chu Ming, a red flame palm power bursting from his hand, leaving a whistling trail as it swept towards Chu Ming’s chest.

"Flame Palm!"

Puff, puff, puff

Chu Ming spun his body, not dodging at all, choosing to meet head-on. He stepped forward, his golden fist roaring like a giant dragon, stirring waves as it blasted forward, dazzling like fireworks.

Boom

The two collided, instantly nullifying each other. The energy waves pushed both back three or four meters. Chu Feng was slightly surprised, but it quickly faded. He stepped forward repeatedly, his robust figure pressing closer, trying to force Chu Ming to the edge of the arena. However, Chu Ming wouldn’t let him have his way.

Golden fist light continuously burst from Chu Ming’s fists, engulfing Chu Feng with several fist shadows, like mountains topping over. Any punch could easily cripple a martial artist of the Fifth Layer of the Transcendence Realm.

Chu Feng didn’t dare to take it lightly, white light flashing on his palms, slashing through the air like a sickle. The palm strikes were fierce, piercing the air, sending powerful palm winds everywhere.

Bam, bam, bam....

The figures on the arena were many, the stage shaking with each attack, and minor cracks appeared. Chu Ming stepped lightly, retreating ten steps in an instant. A slap on his treasured sword found it automatically unsheathing. Grabbing the sword with his right hand, a sharp aura flowed through Chu Ming, countless tiny edges spinning around him.

Chu Feng’s eyes narrowed, moving forward quickly, his body like a dragon, several palms continuously striking out, sealing all of Chu Ming’s directions. The palm strikes whistled, Chu Ming’s expression unchanged. The Silver Light Sword in his hand flickered, instantly shattering all the palm seals before it.

"Thousand Illusion Palm!"

Chu Feng roared, the palm seals in the air multiplied, completely covering his figure. Chu Ming’s eyes flashed coldly, his spiritual power bursting forth, green spiritual power entwining around the Silver Light Sword.

Pfft

A rapid sword light shot out, breaking through the layers of airwaves, creating a vacuum space. Chu Feng’s eyes shrank, immediately leaping back, his robust body gaining distance from the ground with the recoil force.

Pfft, pfft, pfft

The sword light instantly shattered all the palm seals, leaving a finger-sized hole on the arena. The Chu Family disciples below were shocked, and Chu Ru stood up with a flushed face, trembling all over.

"Gathering Swords into a Pillar! It must be Gathering Swords into a Pillar!"

She muttered, being a sect disciple, her vision naturally surpassed the ordinary Chu Family disciples. They only saw Chu Ming breaking Chu Feng’s attack, but she could tell he used Gathering Swords into a Pillar.

Even a Sword Dao Master immersed in swordsmanship for years may not necessarily perform Gathering Swords into a Pillar. It’s not just about skill but also about having sufficient wrist strength. Being a sword user herself, she deeply understood the difficulty of Gathering Swords into a Pillar, which is why she was so excited when Chu Ming used it in his attack.

"Hahaha, Brother Chu, your son is remarkable, capable of using Gathering Swords into a Pillar. His accomplishments in the Sword Dao are comparable to some Sword Dao Masters!" The Fourth Prince said enviously. With just one move, Chu Ming outshone Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was superior to Chu Ming only in cultivation, and cultivation could be improved over time. For Chu Ming, it wasn’t difficult. But Chu Ming’s mastery of Gathering Swords into a Pillar showed his extraordinary sword talent. The most terrifying part was that Chu Ming was only sixteen, at the peak of his potential. Now he could use Gathering Swords into a Pillar; who knows to what heights he could reach in the future.

"You flatter me, Fourth Prince." Chu He said faintly, slowly calming his excitement, watching the match intently. What parent doesn’t wish their child to be a genius? Although the original Chu Ming had been talentless, Chu He had never complained. But facing others, there was always a lack of confidence. Taking Chu Ziping as an example, every time, he would mock Chu Ming’s lack of talent, causing Chu He to lose face.