On the arena stage, Chu Feng held a Mid-grade Spirit Artifact Longsword and walked toward Shen Hao step by step. His footsteps were steady; with every step he took, the hard Obsidian arena trembled slightly and gave off a dull thud. As he drew closer, the pressure of the Half Step Qi Refining Fifth Layer grew ever more oppressive, like a mountain pressing down from above, making it hard for Shen Hao to breathe.
Shen Hao drew a deep breath and pushed the Meridian Tempering Art to its limit. In an instant, spiritual energy coursed rapidly through the jade-white meridians within his body. His somewhat sluggish aura immediately became incomparably smooth, and more than half of the pressure from Chu Feng was dispelled. He gripped the Basic Flying Sword tightly, his gaze fixed on Chu Feng without daring to relax in the slightest. He knew Chu Feng was immensely powerful. To defeat him, he had to bring out all his strength and hold nothing back.
Chu Feng stopped when he was ten feet before Shen Hao. The longsword in his hand trembled slightly, giving off a low hum, while the purple lightning patterns along its blade flashed with dazzling radiance. "Shen Hao, let me show you what a High-grade Sword Art is!" Chu Feng shouted coldly as he unleashed an incomparably exquisite sword technique.
This sword technique was called the Purple Lightning Sword Art, a High-grade Sword Art of the Ziyang Sect. Its moves were intricate and its might boundless. Once cultivated to the utmost, it could even draw upon the power of lightning between heaven and earth. Chu Feng's longsword danced so swiftly it was impenetrable, Sword Light flashing like lightning and Sword Qi crisscrossing through the air. They formed a purple sword net that enveloped Shen Hao from