Chapter 172 - Seven-layered Thunder Blade

The changes in the arena sent the surrounding martial artists into an uproar.

The disciples of the Tong Family angrily shouted, but they were powerless to do anything.

Cang Bao was too strong, so strong that they could not resist.

From a distant pavilion, the Tong Family elders all changed their expressions drastically as the Tong Family Master leaped up, his aura erupting like a mountain torrent.

But the slash from Cang Bao was too fast.

They were too far away to intervene in time and could only watch helplessly.

His Sword Light was like lightning, mercilessly chopping down.

Lin Xuan remained expressionless, flicking his finger slightly, and a strand of Cold Ice Qi carrying a hint of Sword Intent shot out rapidly.

At the same time, a white feather flew out from another direction towards the arena.

Boom!

The Frost Sword Finger collided with the Sword Light, rapidly freezing it, and the contained Sword Intent further destroyed the Sword Light.

Swoosh!

The white Feather Light, like a sharp arrow, struck the Thunder Blade Light, causing an earth-shattering fluctuation.

A ball of energy exploded, and fierce winds swept in all directions.

The crowd stepped back, fearful of being affected.

Purple Light flickered in Lin Xuan’s eyes, he saw someone rushing onto the stage, someone he recognized, and immediately felt a sense of relief.

As the light dispersed, the crowd eagerly looked on.

On the platform stood a white-clothed youth, graceful and poised.

Tong Chen’s face was pale, and his mood plummeted to rock bottom.

His opponent, whom he had once suppressed, had now completely surpassed him, a change he couldn’t accept at the moment.

From a distant pavilion, the Cang Family’s elders sneered at this scene.

“The disciples of the White Feather Sect really are busybodies!”

“The Tong kid is lucky to have slipped through a calamity!” several elders sneered.

“Cang Bao has greatly improved in strength; I wonder if he can defeat this opponent.” The Great Elder of Cang Family’s eyes twinkled with a sliver of anticipation.

“However, it seems like another person has intervened…”

On the other side, the Tong Family elders all breathed a sigh of relief, their hanging hearts finally settling down.

“As long as Tong Chen is okay, his cultivation can always catch up!”

The Tong Family Master looked towards the Martial Arts Platform with a trace of doubt in his heart.

“I clearly sensed a hint of Cold Ice just now; could someone have secretly intervened?”

As a practitioner of the Melt Spirit Realm, his perception far exceeded that of the Spirit Sea Realm, and he had distinctly felt two energies collide with the Thunder Blade, but he couldn’t find the source of that energy.

Suddenly, he saw Lin Xuan in the crowd.

“Could it be him?” The Tong Family Master was shocked.

Apart from the White Feather Sect in Qing Province, only Lin Xuan could have stood up for the Tong Family.

The Tong Family Master looked deeply at Lin Xuan, then slowly sat down.

On the Martial Arts Platform, the white-clothed youth stood in front of Tong Chen and spoke in a deep voice, “You went too far with your attack.”

“In a martial contest, accidents happen; isn’t getting injured a common thing?” Cang Bao sneered.

“Anyway, he has been out for half a year; even if he lies down for some more time, it’s not a bad thing, right?”

“You—”

Tong Chen trembled with rage, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh, causing bright red blood to trickle down his palms.

The Tong Family disciples were filled with indignation; they cursed and raged, but no one could defeat Cang Bao, a fact that was extremely frustrating.

“This guy is just too arrogant!” Weiwei said indignantly from within the crowd.

Liu Yang, however, was puzzled; he had felt Lin Xuan’s intervention, an aura that made his heart tremble.

“Could the Tong Family be related to him?”

“Do I need to take action?” Liu Yang asked tentatively.

“No need, just watch.” Lin Xuan shook his head.

“With someone from the White Feather Sect here, they should be able to handle it.”

As Lin Xuan and the others conversed, another change occurred on the Martial Arts Platform.

Tong Chen walked off the platform with a dejected face, while the white-clad youth was preparing to have a match with Cang Bao.

“Ha-ha, Wen Xu, your rank is mine now!” Cang Bao stood with his saber and laughed wildly.

“Wen Xu, he is actually White Feather Wen Xu who can fly!”

“This is the master ranked forty-seventh on the Hidden Dragon List!” The surrounding martial artists were boiling with excitement.

Cang Bao openly claimed he wanted to take down Wen Xu, such a wildly arrogant stance!

You must know that although Cang Bao’s strength had greatly improved, his ranking was still in the sixties.

And now, he was going to leap over more than a dozen ranks to challenge Wen Xu—this was definitely going to be a shocking battle!

“As you wish!”

Wen Xu, clad in white, looked handsome and extraordinary, and he now had a white feather in hand, his aura becoming ethereal.

“Ha-ha, Seven-layered Thunder Blade!”

Cang Bao roared, the power of thunder and lightning swirling around him, spreading countless bolts throughout the air, continually striking down.

Thunder connecting with the sky, the sound rumbling, and a dangerous aura permeated the air.

Lin Xuan let out a light ‘hmm’ as he carefully felt the thunder and lightning in the air, a look of surprise in his eyes.

“What pure power of thunder and lightning!” Lin Xuan inwardly praised.

“What’s this?

I’ll teach you a thunder Dao martial arts technique, and you’ll certainly outdo him by miles!” Lord of Wine said with disdain.

“Really?” Lin Xuan was delighted; he had asked Lord of Wine for martial arts more than once, but was always turned down due to low cultivation.

But now, Lord of Wine was actually offering to teach him.

“Hmph, you have the Wind Emperor’s Sword, but without a corresponding thunder martial arts, it will make your Wind and Thunder Power incomplete!” Lord of Wine revealed the truth.

“So that’s how it is.” Lin Xuan came to a realization and then calmly accepted Lord of Wine’s guidance.

While Lin Xuan was learning martial arts, the two on the platform had already exchanged dozens of moves.

Cang Bao’s saber technique was like a thunderbolt, magnificent and startling, each move like a thunder dragon, shattering the air.

Wen Xu, however, was like a small boat in a sea of thunder, constantly tossing and seemingly on the verge of capsizing.

Yet each time, he narrowly avoided it.

Swoosh!

The white feather in his hand flew out, piercing the void, attacking straight for Cang Bao’s brow.

The air was torn open like fabric, and Cang Bao struck several blows, combining them into a dazzling sword light, colliding with the white feather.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

The white feather seemed frail, but in this moment, it was like a divine arrow, shattering the thunder blade’s light.

“Thunder Strike the Heavens!”

Cang Bao struck out another blow, the blue light illuminating all around.

A blue bird, composed of lightning, burst forth from the blade, its wings flapping, releasing countless bolts of lightning.

With a cry, the Thunder Bird advanced on Wen Xu, while Cang Bao himself shot forth like a bolt of lightning.

Boom!

The white feather pierced through Cang Bao’s afterimage, hitting the ground.

A thumb-sized black hole appeared, the surroundings intact, the hole seemingly bottomless.

In another direction, the Thunder Bird rushed towards Wen Xu, like a Thunder Mountain pressing down on him.

Flap!

Flap!

Wen Xu’s Spiritual Power vibrated, forming white wings behind him, which with a flap of his wings, sent him careening sideways.

Whoosh!

“Could this be the White Feather Sect’s secret skill, White Feather Wings?” the crowd exclaimed.

Liu Yang and Weiwei were also in awe.

With such a secret skill, one could virtually achieve short-term flight.

This was something all Spirit Sea Realm martial artists dreamed of, as flight was a privilege only for martial artists above the Three Spirit Realms.

And anyone who could fly while in the Spirit Sea Realm was gaining an extra layer of protection.

Liu Yang looked at Lin Xuan and found that he seemed to be asleep, eyes slightly closed, seemingly oblivious to the battle on the platform.

And then, Wen Xu’s voice rang out on the platform.

“Let’s decide the winner with one move!”