Elder Qing sighed in wonder. "This is our first time seeing Xiaojun's Martial Soul. To think it would be so extraordinary. A Martial Soul like this is rare indeed. Who knows what unfathomable power lies within it?"
Elder Tian praised him. "In that battle just now, Xiaojun displayed swordsmanship and skill of a caliber I have seldom seen. More remarkable still, his understanding of combat and his judgment were exceptionally precise. His talent for battle is truly striking-first-rate, without question."
Qing Yun commented curiously, "What cultivation method is this? How ingenious, to counter the Falling Star Vine's power so perfectly. Look at that flourishing yang energy, with the three attributes of metal, fire, and yang complementing one another. Truly marvelous. Excellent!"
Elder Qing could not help showering him with praise as well. "Xiaojun truly is an outstanding heir of the Chen Clan, with remarkable swordsmanship. The Chen Clan deserves its place at the pinnacle of Swordsmanship. Such methods are truly admirable!"
Faced with their praise, Chen Cong merely smiled calmly and replied modestly, "You flatter him."
Just then, the Falling Star Vine sensed the formidable threat posed by Chen Xiaojun and let out a piercing, furious shriek.
Amid that shriek, the purple-black vines seemed to come alive, growing even more frenzied as they thrashed wildly. Like dragons wreaking havoc in the air, they displayed the terrifying strength of its twenty thousand years of cultivation, enough to rival an early-stage Soul Emperor.
"Destruction Tide!"
This was the Falling Star Vine's innate skill. Whenever it sensed a lethal threat from outside, it awakened the destructive power long stored within its body. Countless purple-black vines writhed wildly, as though each had been endowed with a berserk soul.
A powerful tidal surge of Soul Power swept toward them in an instant. Churning like