Chapter 43: Mysterious Remnant Picture (Part 1)

  The distance between Wudao Realm and Xiantian Realm is not much different from Wudao Realm, it's simply a world of difference.

  Chu Feng was not only a cultivator of the First Heaven of the Heavenly Mandate, but also the first disciple of the Inner Sect, with a cultivation base of the Third Heaven of the Heavenly Mandate, an invincible existence within the Inner Sect.

  Although Chu Feng had only casually struck out and hadn't used his true strength, any martial cultivator in the Martial Way realm would not be able to dodge it.

  Originally, with Xuan Tian's strength, it was impossible to dodge Chu Feng's claw and palm, but just now he was immersed in the extremely fast realm of 'Absolute Shadow Swordsmanship', his whole person subconsciously sped up to the extreme point, as if he had executed 'Absolute Shadow Swordsmanship' itself, naturally avoiding Chu Feng's attack.

  Chu Feng intended to teach Xuan Tian a lesson, thinking that he must at least knock Xuan Tian to the ground, beat him until he spat blood, and make this so-called number one outer disciple lose face among the many elite outer disciples.

  Unexpectedly, Xuan Tian's reaction speed was so fast that it left Chu Feng's attack empty, and in the eyes of others, it probably gave the impression that he had attempted a sneak attack but failed.

  Listening to the exclamations of many outer sect elite disciples, Chu Feng's heart was even more furious, feeling that the one who had lost face was not Xuan Tian, but rather himself, Chu Feng.

  "How dare you dodge me?" Chu Feng shouted in anger, his figure shooting out like an arrow off the string as he pounced towards Xuan Tian.

  Xuan Tian had just come back to his senses from the realm of 'Absolute Shadow Swordsmanship', and was still grasping the subtleties, when he was suddenly interrupted. This made Xuan Tian angry in his heart, but he couldn't afford to erupt. Chu Feng pounced on Xuan Tian like a hawk swooping down on a rabbit, unleashing his killing technique.

  Chu Feng's two palms, opening and closing heavily, slapped out overlapping palm shadows, almost reaching the extreme point, directly slapping Xuan Tian's chest. This time, if he didn't break several of Xuan Tian's ribs, he wouldn't stop.

  The outer gate elite disciples in the Wuji Pavilion all held their breath at this moment, and at the same time, they were silently mourning for Xuan Tian who had offended Chu Feng, the first disciple of the inner gate.

  Bai Ling's lips moved, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn't open her mouth. As the first disciple of the inner door, Chu Feng had his own pride, and now that his anger had been ignited, it would be difficult to extinguish if he wasn't allowed to vent it.

  Chu Feng's speed was extremely fast, his palm movement enveloped Xuan Tian's entire body, sealing off Xuan Tian's path of retreat.

  The mysterious heaven cannot be avoided, can only resist.

  Although Chu Feng's palm shadows were overlapping, Xuan Tian had a deep understanding of the joyful grasp, and in an instant, all the virtual shadows disappeared. Xuan Tian saw the true direction of Chu Feng's palm strike.

  The innate power immediately shifted to its peak state, and the Xuantian double palms lifted up, blocking in front of his chest. In the midst of the overlapping palm shadows, they collided with Chufeng's double palms, which had reached an extreme speed, and blocked them.

  All the outer gate elite disciples' pupils suddenly contracted, and Xuántiān actually saw through Chǔ Fēng's palm technique, leaving them shocked.

  But shock lasted only for a moment, and turned into amazement and admiration.

  Only to see Xuan Tian's body, burst out backwards, Xuan Tian although blocked Chu Feng's palm, however, merely the cultivation of Martial Dao Realm Nine Layers, it was no matter what, could not block Chu Feng's Xiantian True Qi's powerful attacking force.

  Chu Feng cultivated the Xuanjie Gongfa, and at least they had already reached the Dacheng realm. The thickness of their innate true energy was many times stronger than the internal force of Xuantian.

  Although Chu Feng had only used twenty to thirty percent of his power, it was still something that Xuan Tian could not withstand at the moment.

  Just as the two palms were about to collide, a large amount of innate true energy burst into Xuan Tian's body. In an instant, Xuan Tian's meridians almost burst open, and his body was on the verge of exploding. Uncontrollably, he flew backward with a loud bang.

  However, just as Chu Feng's innate true energy surged into Xuanyuan's brow, the white jade sword hidden in Xuanyuan's brow suddenly shook, and a stream of air suddenly appeared, instantly flooding Xuanyuan's limbs, hair, and every single strand.

  Chu Feng's innate true energy was forced out of his body in an instant.

  Xuān Tiān felt that inside his body there was a sharp sword, as if it was about to burst out and destroy all the existence that dared to desecrate him.

  Boom!

  Xuántiān's body, which had exploded in mid-air, crashed into a row of bookshelves.

  Rumbling and rumbling, the bookshelf collapsed, hundreds or thousands of secret books scattered all over the floor, Xuan Tian's body fell into the pile of broken bookshelves.

  Xuantian was enraged, and in the depths of his eyes, a white jade-like sword shadow flickered in and out. He slapped his palm on the ground and sprang up like a spring, without suffering any injury.

  The whole audience was shocked!

  Look at that broken bookshelf, the outer disciples can feel the power of Chu Feng's two palms, how huge it is. Xuan Tian was not injured, which is really beyond everyone's expectations.

  Chu Feng's face also showed a hint of surprise, thinking to himself that this kid's body was as tough as iron.

  Although Chu Feng had only used twenty to thirty percent of his power, even a first-rate Heaven realm expert who had just entered the Heaven realm might not be able to withstand it.

  But he had already made his move once, and even the bookshelves in the Wuji Pavilion were smashed to pieces. This was a major event, and Chu Feng, no matter how bold he was, did not dare to make another move, lest he cause even greater destruction.

  And although he didn't beat Xuantian to the point of vomiting blood, he did manage to knock him and the bookshelf to the ground, which was enough to make Xuantian lose face, and he let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

  A surging power is flowing within the Xuantian body, a sharp treasure sword seems to be bursting out of the body, cutting through the heavens and earth, its edge exposed, unstoppable.

  His eyes were like swords, sweeping horizontally and vertically, falling on Chu Feng's face, shouting: "Chu Feng, don't be too arrogant."

  Xuān Tiān knew that his strength was now far inferior to Chǔ Fēng, and besides, the Wǔ Jì Gé was not a place for fighting. However, the sharp edge in his heart made his anger uncontrollable.

  Although Xuan Tian tried his best to restrain himself, his tone was unprecedentedly strong.

  After hearing Xuan Tian's words, all the disciples on the first floor of Wuji Pavilion widened their eyes in shock: How dare he speak to Chu Feng, the number one inner disciple, like that? Doesn't he want to live anymore?

  As expected, Chu Feng had just barely swallowed a mouthful of air when he heard Xuan Tian's voice, and in an instant, it was boiling again.

  "Chu Feng looked at Xuan Tian and said coldly, 'What are you? A mere outer sect disciple, daring to speak to me like that. Today, I'll let you know the consequences of being disrespectful to an inner sect disciple.'"

  Just as Chu Feng was about to make his move, Xuan Tian also concentrated his mind in an instant. He faintly felt the power transmitted from the white jade sword at his brow, a power that was incredibly strong and could slash through heaven and earth.

  As long as Chu Feng makes any move, the power in his body will thoroughly explode and kill him. At that time, he will be unable to suppress it.

  "Brother Chu!"

  At this moment, Bai Ling grabbed Chu Feng's arm and said: "Chu Shixiong is the first disciple of the inner door, his name shakes the sect, who doesn't know, who doesn't know? His status and position are so transcendent, Huang Shidi is just a small outer door disciple, compared to Chu Shixiong, it's like heaven and earth. To treat him equally would be to lower Chu Shixiong's status and make others laugh at him! Chu Shixiong has a broad mind, let Huang Shidi apologize and that's the end of it!"

  The head elder of the Wuji Pavilion was a superior inner sect elder, whose status was not below that of Chu Feng's father. Chu Feng also didn't want to make too big of an issue out of this in the Wuji Pavilion, lest it become unmanageable. Upon hearing Bai Ling say this, he did not immediately take action. What he wanted was for Xuan Tian to lower his head. As long as Xuan Tian was willing to apologize and admit his mistake, then his goal would be achieved.

  After speaking with Chu Feng, Bai Ling's gaze fell on Xuan Tian again. "Huang Shidi, although you are now the first disciple of the outer sect and a talented genius, you can't compare to Chu Shixiong. As an outer sect disciple, no matter if you're the first or not, you're still just an outer sect disciple. When facing inner sect disciples, you must show respect. Today, Chu Shixiong is giving you a small lesson, I hope you remember it. Quickly apologize to Chu Shixiong and admit your mistake, and today's matter will be considered settled."

  "White Master, you can see the past but not the future. You can calculate the old man's fate but not the young man's! Don't look down on the young man, he still has a bright future ahead of him. The future is unpredictable, who can foresee it? What makes you say I'm not comparable to him?"

  Xuantian's gaze was sharp and piercing as he stared at Bailin's eyes, saying: "Today is the day he deceived me in the past, why should I apologize?"

  Looking at Xuan Tian's unwavering gaze, Bai Ling suddenly became speechless.

  "How dare you compare yourself with me, you piece of trash?"

  Chu Feng was furious, and patted his chest, saying: "I started practicing swordplay at the age of nine, entered the Xiantian stage at thirteen, comprehended the intent of the sword at fifteen, and reached the third level of the Xiantian stage. I have fought my way through the inner sect and have no equal. Now, at the age of fifteen and a half, my cultivation has reached the peak of the third level of the Xiantian stage, and I can break through to the fourth level of the Xiantian stage at any time."

  Look at you, four years since you started, only one year younger than me, now fourteen and a half years old, just a ninth-level outer door disciple, but you think you're someone because you got the first place in the outer door. Compared to me, you're nothing but trash. I can crush you like trash if I want to, or I can mold you into whatever shape I please.

  "What are you, I'm also a young man, my future potential is more than ten times stronger than yours, no matter now or in the future, no matter when, you're just a piece of trash in front of me, I can crush you like an ant at any time, do you believe it?"

  "Chu Feng, if you have the guts, then go ahead and try!" Xuan Tian's loud roar was filled with confidence and determination, his body surging with powerful energy.

  Chu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he bellowed: "Since you're looking for death, even if I have to bear the punishment of the sect, today I will still crush you, this trash-like thing."

  Clang!

  With a crisp sound, Chu Feng's sword had already left its scabbard.

  The sword shone with a brilliant light, emitting a vast aura, and as soon as it was unsheathed, it released an enormous power, like the appearance of a supreme master, it was a treasured artifact.

  "Chu Shixiong spare your anger!" White Ling cried out in surprise.

  Jian Chu Fang actually dared to think of killing Xuan Tian in the Wuji Pavilion, all the outer door elite disciples let out a terrified cry.

  The crowd's cries of surprise were all in vain, as Chu Feng's treasured sword flashed out of his hand and transformed into a streak of sword light, swift as a shooting star, stabbing towards Xuan Tian with the intention of killing him with one strike.

  The power within Xuantian's body could no longer be restrained, the sword aura inside his body was about to burst out and kill Chu Feng.

  At this moment, two fingers suddenly appeared. A man over fifty years old stood between Chu Feng and Xuan Tian. His two fingers were like a pair of iron pincers, clamping down on the precious sword that Chu Feng had thrust out.

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