Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens, Shocking the Entire Crowd

"Kid, get out of the way!" Huang Yaoshi blurted out!

For no reason at all, he began to worry!

In his eyes, Ye Gucheng's sword strike carried the dazzling aura of one who had climbed to the absolute pinnacle of the Sword Dao!

He had a feeling that this man had already touched the ultimate realm of swordsmanship. This sword strike was far beyond the one from before!

In Chen Xiaofan's mind:

You watched Ye Gucheng's Flying Sword Beyond the Heavens, comprehended its essence, refined its quintessence, and created Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens!

The corners of Chen Xiaofan's mouth rose once more.

Amazing, amazing. This time, the harvest was huge!

There was no need to say how terrifying Flying Immortal Beyond the Heavens was. He had seen it in television dramas before—it was incomparably powerful and peerlessly dazzling!

At this moment, that streak of white light had already reached him, swift as lightning and mighty beyond measure!

Chen Xiaofan closed his eyes. His mind was incomparably clear as he calmly recalled it.

Then, he suddenly gripped his sword and slashed!

"Rip!"

A dazzling streak of sword light shot forth like divine radiance, whistling through the air!

"This..." Huang Yaoshi was dumbstruck!

The disciples behind him staggered about as well, trembling from head to toe!

What kind of sword technique was this? Why was it as dazzling as thunderbolts?

The sword light swept forward like a divine beam, vast and mighty, surging outward!

It was even more dazzling and sharper than Ye Gucheng's white streak of light!

Even from far away, they could feel the razor-sharp sword intent!

"Crack!"

"Crack, crack, crack!!!"

The two streaks of sword light collided viciously. In an instant, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the ground, while flying sand and rolling stones filled the air, smoke and dust billowing like tigers roaring and wolves howling.

The smoke and dust rolled forth like machine-gun fire, astonishing beyond belief.

"What happened?"

"How did it go?!"

Huang Yaoshi and the many disciples hurriedly looked over.

Within the rolling smoke, Ye Gucheng stood frozen in place. The sword in his hand had long since shattered, leaving only iron fragments scattered across the ground!

Meanwhile, the seven-year-old child was slowly sheathing his sword, his movements smooth as flowing water and unrestrainedly elegant.

Looking closer, there was another sword mark on Ye Gucheng's body. It ran from top to bottom across him, his clothes already split in two, leaving only a thin inner garment!

If his opponent had intended to kill him, he would already be dead!

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

Huang Yaoshi and the many disciples all sucked in a breath of cold air at once, plunged into shock!

Terrifying—far too terrifying!

"I... I haven't lost! I still haven't lost!" After a long silence, Ye Gucheng spoke in a trembling voice!

He knew that he had already lost the instant his opponent made his move.

That sword looked similar to his Flying Sword Beyond the Heavens, but their power was worlds apart. It was profound and mysterious, unfathomably deep—far stronger than his!

Yet he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly refused to admit it!

He had practiced the sword since childhood, and on the path of swordsmanship, he had never encountered anyone stronger than himself. He would never concede defeat!

Ye Gucheng suddenly clenched his teeth and raised a hand to draw a new weapon. Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

That figure rapidly tapped across the water's surface with his feet, arriving before them in just a few breaths.

"Ximen Chuixue?"

Ye Gucheng recognized the newcomer.

He was a tall man standing straight and upright, dressed in white as snow. A pure black longsword hung at his waist. His aura was restrained, yet his bearing was extraordinary.

Ximen Chuixue first greeted Huang Yaoshi. "Senior Huang, I hope you have been well?"

"Not bad, not bad!" Huang Yaoshi returned the courtesy.

They had met at an inn several years ago. Now that they had met again, they naturally exchanged greetings.

Afterward, Ximen Chuixue looked at Chen Xiaofan but said nothing, merely nodding at him.

Then he looked at Ye Gucheng and said, "Brother Ye, stop competing with him. His cultivation is so profound that even I feel inferior to him!"

What?

That one sentence shocked everyone present!

Huang Yaoshi shrank his neck and secretly transmitted his voice, asking, "Young Friend Ximen, this boy is only a child. From what you're saying, even your cultivation is inferior to his?"

Ye Gucheng was greatly alarmed. "How is that possible? Are you sure you didn't say it wrong?"

Mei Chaofeng, Lu Chengfeng, and the many disciples all looked at one another, unable to believe it!

"It's absolutely true. Daoist Master Qiu and I happened to meet this young friend earlier. And do you know what happened? His cultivation was so profound that even Daoist Master Qiu could only trail in the dust behind him, praising him again and again!" Even though it had already happened, Ximen Chuixue still could not calm his heart for a long while.

He had to admit that the other party was exceptional!

At such a young age, to possess such cultivation—he truly was a rare marvel of the world!

"Impossible!" Ye Gucheng decisively gritted his teeth. "Impossible! Even if you boast him up to the heavens, I won't believe it! He's only seven or eight years old. Have you ever seen a seven- or eight-year-old child with the cultivation of a Great Grandmaster? I certainly haven't!"

A seven- or eight-year-old child whose cultivation was even higher than Daoist Master Qiu's—was that possible?

Even a fool would know that it was absolutely impossible!

Even if he had started cultivating inside his mother's womb, a seven-year-old child could never step into the realm of a Great Grandmaster!

Huang Yaoshi looked at Chen Xiaofan again and once more sucked in a cold breath.

To be honest, he did not believe it. It was simply too shocking!

A seven- or eight-year-old child with the cultivation of a Great Grandmaster?

Daoist Master Qiu had cultivated for most of his life, yet he was actually inferior to this child? What kind of joke was that?

But Ximen Chuixue was also a renowned figure in the martial world. Surely he would not lie?

Mei Chaofeng and the other disciples were all gaping so wide that their jaws nearly hit the ground.

A seven-year-old Great Grandmaster? They weren't being fooled, were they?

"Sigh! It's true, don't refuse to believe it!" Ximen Chuixue said. "Could my words be false? I'm also a renowned figure in the martial world. If I gave false testimony, what would the martial world think of me if word got out?"

"Hah!" Ye Gucheng shouted. "Enough nonsense! Have him prove it to us! If he truly is a Great Grandmaster, I'll personally apologize to him. If not, just wait for your reputation to be utterly ruined!"

Ximen Chuixue said, "How is he supposed to prove it? Do you still want to attack him? I advise you not to overestimate yourself."

"You compete with him!" Ye Gucheng gritted his teeth. "If even you can't defeat him, then I'll believe it!"

Ximen Chuixue frowned.

He wanted him to make a move?

What if he got crippled in the fight?

Huang Yaoshi looked as though he wanted to speak but stopped himself.

After a moment, Ximen Chuixue said, "Give me some of your Internal Energy, and I'll make a move."

After saying that, Ximen Chuixue turned to Huang Yaoshi again. "Senior Huang, give me some of your power as well. Otherwise, I'm not confident!"

Huang Yaoshi and Ye Gucheng looked at each other.

Could that seven-year-old child really be that formidable?

"Fine, I'll give it to you. Come!" Ye Gucheng gritted his teeth, walked before Ximen Chuixue, pressed his palm against the other man's back, and began transferring his power!

"Buzz!"

An aura of cultivation surged into Ximen Chuixue's body like great rivers and rolling seas!

In an instant, Ximen Chuixue's power became twice as deep. He was brimming with vitality, vigorous and full of life!

Huang Yaoshi also stepped forward and began transferring his power.

"Buzz!"

As a grandmaster of his generation, Huang Yaoshi's power was unfathomably deep. After only a brief transfer, Ximen Chuixue's aura rose steadily, and his entire being seemed as deep as a vast river!

Soon, the transfer was complete.

"Good. I will now compete with this young friend!" Battle intent erupted in Ximen Chuixue's eyes as he spoke solemnly!

He actually wanted to exchange blows with Chen Xiaofan as well!