My Silly, Sweet Wife

Broken?

How is this possible!

Feng Boqi’s long knife, broken?

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

Completely unbelievable.

Feng Boqi, Sect Leader of Long Sword Sect, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his best skill was the merciless single slash.

But now, the merciless single slash had turned into a double break.

The crowd looked at Ye Guichen with some shock, not understanding how this guy could possess such strength.

”No wonder you were chosen by Grandmaster Su,” Mu Yang shouted, extremely excited, but in the next moment, he became a bit lonely, sighing deeply: ”Why wasn’t it me who broke the sword?”

Leng Yan stepped forward to comfort him: ”You’re already known as Old Monster Mu, what does breaking a knife matter?”

Mu Yang raised his head to meet Leng Yan’s eyes: ”Is that what you think too?”

Leng Yan nodded firmly: ”Old Monster Mu suits your name! Yan’er has always thought so!”

Mu Yang smiled, his smile so bright.

Chen Mumu was petrified on the spot.

He wanted to beat Mu Yang.

But on second thought, he let it go.

In this world now, what good does it do to hit him?

He just hoped that he, as the new sect leader, could kill Feng Boqi and revive the Silver Spear Sect’s reputation.

After a brief moment of shock, Feng Boqi slowly retreated two steps, his face showing no expression.

”Good for you, Master Ye, to have been able to break my blade! However, the gap between realms, do you think you can win with just your child’s play?”

Feng Boqi stared coldly at Ye Guichen: ”A Foundation Establishment cultivator can sense the endless intent, do you understand intent? It is another form of elevation for weapons; your sword may be sharp, but it’s only superficial and cannot exert its full effect. Even if my knife is broken, it still contains knife intent!”

”Master Ye, are you ready? Now, I’m going to use my true skills to kill you!”

Feng Boqi laughed wildly, suddenly flicking his fingers.

The broken half of the knife trembled and soared from the ground, landing directly in Feng Boqi’s hand.

Then, Feng Boqi rubbed the broken end of the short knife to form a handle.

Holding the knife with both hands: ”Today, let everyone see what a Foundation Establishment expert truly is!”

A fierce wind blew.

Feng Boqi’s robe billowed noisily without wind.

Within ten feet, all the dust was swept away.

”Ride the wind and break the waves!”

The next second, Feng Boqi slashed his knife.

Like rolling waves, it swept toward Ye Guichen.

People around let out a cry, feeling as if a tsunami was rushing at them, and fled in terror.

”Is this the might of a Foundation Establishment expert?”

”It’s terrifying!”

”Retreat, the further the better!”

”Oh heavens, a Foundation Establishment expert, truly lives up to the reputation!”

Ye Guichen also frowned.

Indeed, extraordinary.

It seems that back then, Su the Monster hadn’t had the chance to fully unleash his strength before I killed him.

Is this knife intent?

Ye Guichen’s face showed no expression, but his heart was like stormy waves. He glanced at his Immortal Slayer Sword.

He knew that he hadn’t unleashed even a fraction of this sword’s power.

Yet even so, it could easily cut through a Foundation Establishment expert’s weapon.

Now, under the surge of knife intent, Ye Guichen felt an unprecedented crisis.

That feeling was even stronger than Feng Boqi’s previous slash.

”Concentrate, calm!”

Ye Guichen was, after all, a Qi Refinement level seven peak expert now.

It was possible to attempt to cultivate the third sword of the Immortal Slayer.

At such times, unless he unleashed the third sword, he couldn’t counter Feng Boqi’s knife intent.

But time was of the essence.

”Retreat!”

Ye Guichen uttered in a low voice, retreating three thousand meters in an instant.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye.

The knife intent landed where Ye Guichen had previously stood, splitting a chasm over ten meters deep.

An uproar erupted around once more.

Even Mu Yang forgot his pretense, with his mouth agape, looking incredulous: ”Is our Master Ye going to be finished?”

Chen Mumu’s mouth twitched, glaring at Mu Yang: ”Can you say something nice?”

”Junior Master Chen, knife intent, that’s legendary knife intent! Though our Grandmaster Su reached the Foundation Establishment realm, it seems he never cultivated knife intent, right?”

Chen Mumu agreed, sighing: ”It’s not just Grandmaster Su; although our Silver Spear Sect has produced many Foundation Establishment experts, those who cultivated spear intent are as rare as phoenix feathers; reportedly only the first generation sect leader managed it. But because our ancestor cultivated spear intent, he got overly excited and challenged stronger opponents, and got instantly killed. Such a pity.”

Mu Yang looked up at Chen Mumu: ”Junior Master Chen, our first-generation ancestor tried to show off and ended up getting owned?”

Chen Mumu was exasperated, realizing Mu Yang was missing a few screws.

Though the logic is sound, do you have to state it so bluntly?

”Hey, look, what’s that Master Ye doing?”

Someone exclaimed suddenly.

Chen Mumu couldn’t be bothered arguing with Mu Yang anymore and quickly looked up.

Ye Guichen, after dodging Feng Boqi’s slash, wielded his Immortal Slayer Sword continuously.

However, he wasn’t swinging it at anyone, just at the air.

It was as if he was crazy.

”What’s going on?”

”Is Master Ye pretending to be mad, knowing he can’t match Master Feng?”

”It could be, but I feel like he’s been hurt by Master Feng’s knife intent, severely injuring his soul, causing him to lose his mind.”

”Right, that’s it, knife intent is too profound; ordinary people can’t understand it. Even those who do are among the elite Foundation Establishment cultivators. It seems Master Feng truly understands knife intent; soon he will take over the Silver Spear Sect, and not just control a three thousand li area, but perhaps ten thousand li.”

”Long Sword Sect may step into the ranks of third-rate sects. I want to join, I want to join!”

”Master Feng, I want to be a disciple of the Long Sword Sect!”

”Me too, me too!”

The crowd began to stir.

The members of Long Sword Sect were all delighted.

Seeing the situation set, Feng Boqi sighed: ”Master Ye, so young with such cultivation, becoming the successor of Su the Monster, yet now about to die under my blade, truly a shame! But the law of the jungle rules, so I will not hold back!”

Feng Boqi’s words fell, and he once again condensed his long knife, suddenly pouncing forward.

Simultaneously, the long knife slashed down: ”Knife intent, manifest!”

Boom!

The long knife seemed to be manifested by an invisible air wave.

It suddenly expanded to nearly forty meters in length.

The feeling was as if it would cleave the ground in front of it in two.