Ancestor Sword Dust, Let's See Whose Sword Light is Longer!

Facing the dozens of crossbow bolts tearing through the air ahead, Han Feng simply stood still, not even making a move to dodge.

"Junior Brother Han! Watch out!"

Behind the shield formation, Li Feiyu's heart leaped into his throat, and he couldn't help but shout.

Han Li, however, was different.

He watched the scene calmly.

He knew Han Feng's character well—he was no reckless man.

Knowing the enemy had military crossbows yet still charging alone into their formation meant he was absolutely certain of himself.

The next instant, under everyone's horrified gaze.

Clang clang clang!

A dense series of metallic collisions rang out.

Those crossbow bolts, strong enough to pierce steel armor, struck Han Feng's body as if hitting an invisible wall of bronze and iron.

The bolts were deflected one after another, some even shattering at the tips, sending sparks flying.

And Han Feng, from start to finish, didn't even have his clothes flutter.

He stood as firm as a mountain.

"This!"

Every single Seven Profound Sect disciple behind the shield formation was dumbfounded.

Using his Physical Body to withstand a volley of military crossbows?

What kind of External Martial Arts was this?

Golden Bell Shield? Iron Shirt?

Even the legendary ultimate forms of body-hardening techniques couldn't be this absurd!

"How is this possible?"

On the high slope, Jia Tianlong's roar had twisted out of tune.

His eyes bulged wide, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"How old is he? How could he have such terrifying External Martial Arts cultivation?"

"Good, good, no wonder he's the genius that Wang Juechu couldn't stop praising..."

Just then, a leisurely voice came from afar.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a gray figure stepping through the air.

His Movement Technique was graceful and effortless; in a few bounds, he landed lightly in the middle of the field.

The newcomer wore gray robes and carried an ancient longsword on his back.

At first glance, he seemed to be around thirty or forty years old, but upon closer inspection, one could see a depth in his brows and eyes—a kind of worldly weariness that only a man of seventy or eighty would possess.

"Ancestor Sword?"

Vice Sect Master Wu blurted out in shock upon seeing the arrival.

This was a martial legend from the previous generation of the Seven Profound Sect, the Sect Master Wang Juechu's own martial uncle!

He was said to have retired from the martial world decades ago!

Devoted solely to pursuing the Martial Peak.

No one expected him to show up here today!

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Ancestor Sword Dust!"

Although Han Feng had never met this man, he knew the original story's plot inside out.

He knew the Seven Profound Sect had three reclusive Ancestors, one of whom wielded a sword and could manifest sword light, along with a Martial Uncle Ancestor who trained in external arts.

He immediately cupped his fists and respectfully performed a junior's salute.

"Excellent, you're Han Feng, right."

Sword Dust nodded with a smile, his gaze full of admiration as he looked at Han Feng.

"Your talent is truly astonishing. At such a young age, your External Martial Arts are so formidable that you're probably not far off from your Martial Uncle Ancestor!"

"This time you came down the mountain, Wang Juechu was never at ease. He went to my place and begged me for half a day, insisting I make a trip here."

Sword Dust's appearance instantly calmed the Seven Profound Sect crowd.

This was a true pillar of stability!

The three martial brothers had long since retired, immersed in martial arts, and would never show themselves unless the Seven Profound Sect faced annihilation.

Even as the Wild Wolf Gang gradually encroached on the Seven Profound Sect's territory over the years, they couldn't be bothered to intervene.

But this time, Wang Juechu had successfully persuaded him.

The reason was simple—it was all because of Han Feng, a once-in-a-millennium peerless genius!

"Han Feng, watch this move carefully!"

Jian Chen smiled proudly, drew the longsword from his back in one smooth motion.

Hum!

As the sword left its sheath, a white light over two inches long materialized along the blade out of thin air.

The white light flickered unsteadily, exuding a biting chill that seemed to freeze the very air around it.

"Sword light?"

Someone, in a trembling voice, named this supreme swordsmanship technique that every swordsman in the world dreamed of mastering.

Boom! The entire scene erupted into chaos!

Whether disciples of the Seven Profound Sect or members of the Wild Wolf Gang, all were plunged into utter shock.

Jia Tianlong was drenched in cold sweat, his body ice-cold.

He knew the Seven Profound Sect had three old monsters, but he never imagined one of them could be this terrifying!

Sword light!

This was a legendary realm on the Martial Path!

One man alone could probably slaughter everyone here!

"Shoot! Shoot them dead!"

Jia Tianlong panicked completely, letting out a shrill, blustering scream.

Then, without even glancing at the battle, he slipped away toward the rear with a few trusted experts.

Jian Chen paid him no mind. He simply stood with his sword, basking in the awe-filled gazes of the crowd.

He was about to make his move, to show Han Feng, this junior, what it truly meant to be a senior master.

But just then—

"Martial Uncle Grandmaster, is this how it's done?"

Han Feng's calm voice rang out.

Before the words faded, the Seven Profound Sword in his hand clanged from its sheath.

A sword light, far more dazzling and far more solid than Jian Chen's, burst forth from the tip of the blade.

Fully half a zhang long!

The sword light flickered and pulsed, its momentum terrifying, as if it could sever anything!

The entire Luosha Slope was instantly shrouded in this fierce sword intent.

The smile froze on Jian Chen's face.

He glanced at the terrifying half-zhang sword light in Han Feng's hand, then looked down at the pitiful two-inch white light on his own blade.