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265: Sweep”Shut up!”

Feng Xixi reprimanded sharply, her Phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent. A Spiritual Pressure belonging to the Peak of Ninth Level Qi Refining inadvertently emanated, causing Feng Yaoyao to gasp for breath.

”My actions are not for you to dictate!

Lin Jingyu helped my Miaoling Pavilion win the Grand Competition, solidifying my position within the Sect and the Family. This merit is more than enough to earn a cultivation session at Thunder Mountain!”

The two sides were at loggerheads, their dispute attracting a Foundation Establishment Stage deacon on duty in the stone hall.

This deacon, surnamed Wu, had a gaunt face. After understanding the situation, he frowned slightly.

He looked at the indignant Zhao Feng and his wife, then at the calm Lin Jingyu and the resolute Feng Xixi, and after a moment of contemplation, he said:

”Since both sides have their own arguments and reasons, according to Sect custom, if there is such a resource dispute, strength can be used to decide.

Each of you can send one person to compete here. The winner will gain the qualification for this Thunder Mountain cultivation. How about it? This will also avoid damaging harmony.”

”Good! Let’s do it!”

Feng Yaoyao immediately rushed to agree, as if afraid Feng Xixi would back out. She tugged at Zhao Feng’s sleeve, ”Brother-in-law, you must teach this arrogant brat a good lesson!”

A hint of confidence flashed in Zhao Feng’s eyes as he looked at Lin Jingyu, cupping his fists, ”This Junior Brother Lin, what Deacon Wu said is indeed a fair method. What do you think, Junior Brother?”

”This Junior Brother Lin, what Deacon Wu said is indeed a fair method. What do you think, Junior Brother?”

His tone seemed polite, but the arrogance of a Ninth Layer of Qi Refining Peak subtly leaked out.

Everyone’s gaze focused on Lin Jingyu.

Feng Xixi wanted to speak but hesitated, then a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, almost bursting into laughter.

She knew Lin Jingyu’s strength too well.

He was an invincible existence even among those at the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining, having managed a desperate counterattack against the demonic Cultivator Li Xueyang before.

Let alone a Cultivator at the eighth layer of Qi Refining.

It was like lighting a lantern in a public latrine—courting death.

She no longer stopped him, nodding and saying:

”Good, if that’s the case, then let strength speak!”

Lin Jingyu met Zhao Feng’s gaze, his expression still as calm as an ancient well.

He also wanted to gauge the quality of an Inner Sect Disciple of Qinglan Sect and how much strength a Cultivator at the eighth layer of Qi Refining truly possessed.

”Since there is such a rule, Lin, shall naturally comply.” Lin Jingyu spoke faintly, stepping forward, ”Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Zhao.”

At the foot of Thunder Mountain, an open space was naturally cleared as a competition ground.

Qinglan Sect Disciples who had heard the news gathered in a circle, whispering and discussing.

Most of them were there to watch the show, as one side was the somewhat famous Senior Brother Zhao Feng, and the other was an unknown outsider.

Zhao Feng stood in the center with his hands behind his back, his green robe fluttering gently in the wind, indeed possessing the demeanor of an Inner Sect elite.

He looked at Lin Jingyu, who slowly walked into the arena, a hint of disdain deep in his eyes.

An outsider famous for Alchemy, how much combat ability could he have? He was confident he could end the fight within ten moves.

”Junior Brother Lin, please bring out your Spiritual Artifact.” Zhao Feng said, seemingly magnanimously.

He carried a glowing longsword on his back, which was clearly no ordinary item.

It was probably already at the Spiritual Artifact level.

Lin Jingyu shook his head slightly, ”No need, Senior Brother, please begin.”

A hint of anger flashed in Zhao Feng’s eyes, feeling that the other party was looking down on him. ”In that case, be careful!”

He no longer held back, letting out a low shout, forming hand seals. Spiritual energy surged within him, and an incredibly condensed Sword Qi, shining with dazzling golden light, instantly formed. It shot directly towards Lin Jingyu’s face with a sharp whooshing sound.

It was precisely the Qinglan Sect’s signature Spell, the Golden Light Sword Art! The Sword Qi was fierce, demonstrating his solid foundation.

A series of gasps rose from the surrounding Disciples, who clearly recognized the power of this move.

However, facing this swift attack, Lin Jingyu seemed to be stunned, only casually sidestepping at the very last moment before the Sword Qi was about to hit him.

His right index and middle fingers were pressed together, and a faint, almost imperceptible spiritual light flashed from his fingertips, precisely striking the weak point on the side of the golden Sword Qi.

”Puff!”

With a soft sound, like a bubble popping, the seemingly indestructible golden Sword Qi was instantly dispersed by that casual finger, transforming into specks of light that vanished into the air.

”What?!” Zhao Feng’s composed expression instantly stiffened, his pupils contracting slightly.

Although he hadn’t used his full strength in that move, he had used seventy percent of it, yet it was resolved so easily by the opponent?

The surrounding crowd also let out a low gasp of surprise.

”Interesting.”

Zhao Feng put away his contempt, snorted coldly, and waved his hands repeatedly, instantly unleashing seven or eight golden Sword Qi from different angles, enveloping Lin Jingyu and blocking all his evasion routes.

Lin Jingyu’s figure remained still, his finger seals changing, either pointing or flicking. Each finger strike arrived later but hit first, precisely hitting the power nodes or circulation gaps of the Sword Qi.

With a continuous series of ”puffs,” all the Sword Qi melted away before him like ice and snow, completely disintegrating! His movements were calm and unhurried, as if he wasn’t responding to fierce attacks but strolling leisurely.

At this, everyone realized something was wrong.

Zhao Feng’s face completely changed, becoming extremely solemn, even tinged with shock. The opponent’s eyesight and control over the battle situation were simply inconceivable.

He was able to resolve all of his attacks so effortlessly.

”Golden Rainbow Unsheathed!”

Zhao Feng stopped probing and unleashed his trump card.

A golden Flying Sword flew out from the scabbard on his back, grew with the wind, transforming into a golden long rainbow nearly ten feet long, emitting a humming Sword Cry. Its fierce Sword Intent locked onto Lin Jingyu, and its Aura was astonishing.

The Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact, Golden Rainbow Sword, struck at Lin Jingyu with an Aura that seemed to tear everything apart! With this strike, Zhao Feng had used ten tenths of his power.

He was confident that even among the Inner Sect Disciples of Qinglan Sect, few would dare to face it head-on.

Facing this incomparably fierce sword strike, Lin Jingyu finally moved.

He shifted his feet, his figure blurring like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the sword’s edge. At the same time, his right index finger pointed out again.

This time, his fingertip was no longer just a faint light, but faintly intertwined with pulsating pale purple electric threads, emitting a terrifying Aura of destruction.

”Chila!”

His fingertip collided with the spine of the Golden Rainbow Sword, emitting a piercing, unusual sound.

Zhao Feng felt an incomparably overbearing force transmitted through the Flying Sword. His entire right arm instantly went numb and tingled with pain, his spiritual energy circulation abruptly stagnated, and the Golden Rainbow Sword let out a mournful cry, almost flying out of his hand.

”How is this possible?”

Zhao Feng was horrified and hastily tried to recall his Flying Sword. But Lin Jingyu was like a shadow, taking a step that seemed to shrink the ground, already close to him.

Another finger strike came. This strike seemed slow, yet it seemed to contain some profound natural law, blocking all of Zhao Feng’s escape routes, making him feel as if he could not dodge it.

”Puff!”

The finger wind struck Zhao Feng’s chest. He grunted, as if struck by a heavy hammer, and flew backward, falling heavily several feet away. His throat sweetened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning as pale as paper.