"It does no harm to tell you. This is the Phoenix Feather Sword, forged from the phoenix feathers of my clan's ancestor. Its power is unmatched, and it is indestructible. I had not intended to use the Phoenix Feather Sword, yet you forced me to this point. But this is as far as you go. You will still die beneath my sword!" Feng Zong said calmly, as if he had already witnessed Ye Xiwen's death.
From Feng Zong's strength alone, one could glimpse through a bamboo tube and see the leopard—the terrifying power of the Phoenix Clan's ancestor. A Phoenix Feather Sword forged from the feathers on his body was naturally anything but ordinary.
Given the toughness of Ye Xiwen's tyrant body, Feng Zong had nevertheless repeatedly cut through the two layers of defense formed by the Seven-Colored Divine Garment and the tyrant body, wounding Ye Xiwen. That alone was already astonishing beyond measure.
One had to know that in Feng Zong's battle against Ye Xiwen just now, although Ye Xiwen had been sent flying again and again, Feng Zong had never been able to truly damage his foundation. At most, he had inflicted a few minor wounds, which were repaired by the Phoenix Rebirth Art in the blink of an eye.
It was nothing at all!
This showed just how powerful the Phoenix Feather Sword truly was. It was absolutely capable of posing a fatal threat to Ye Xiwen.
After fighting to this point, an ordinary early-stage Celestial Supreme Realm expert would have long since run out of stamina after such a mad battle. Yet one of them came from an extraordinary background, while the other cultivated extraordinary martial arts and also had deep ties to the Phoenix Clan.
The moment Feng Zong finished speaking, the next wave of