The moment Chen Changsheng finished speaking, brilliant purple light suddenly flooded the entire summit of Little Mountain Peak!
Countless rays of rosy light surged from the rising sun toward Little Mountain Peak!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered madly toward Little Mountain Peak, forming golden lotuses that descended upon it.
Great Dao resonance, steeped in the rhythms of the Dao, echoed above Little Mountain Peak!
A heavenly phenomenon manifested! Purple qi came from the east!
Someone had comprehended the Dao!
Chen Changsheng's gaze sharpened. He rose, azure light blazing around him, and countless Grand Formations surrounding Little Mountain Peak instantly activated.
In the eyes of outsiders, Little Mountain Peak, which had been teeming with heavenly phenomena, returned to its ordinary appearance.
Standing on a branch with his hands clasped behind his back, Bai Feiyu slowly opened his eyes, purple qi swirling within them.
The sword qi around him withdrew inward, yet he gave the impression of a treasured sword hidden within its sheath.
Hu Tutu distinctly felt that everything around her seemed to have transformed into flying swords.
The houses, the grass and trees, the blue bricks beneath her feet, even the air itself seemed like so many keen-edged swords!
Bai Feiyu said softly:
"All things are my swords!"
Countless sword cries instantly rang out over Little Mountain Peak, countless unseen swords answering Bai Feiyu's voice!
Dark-yellow qi surged through the previously clear sky, accompanied by the music of zithers and the thunder of drums.
It was as though heaven and earth themselves were celebrating for Bai Feiyu!
Straddling the rooftop as he repaired it, Leng Qingsong lowered his hammer and looked toward Bai Feiyu, who stood upon the branch.
Fierce fighting spirit flashed through his eyes!
The Sword Dao Bai Feiyu had comprehended was a path diametrically opposed to his own.
He could have taken that path himself, but he had rejected it.
Rather than making all things his swords, Leng Qingsong placed greater faith in the sword in his hand-and greater faith in himself!
The treasured sword beside Leng Qingsong seemed to answer its master's soaring fighting spirit, letting out soft cries.
Meanwhile, Bai Feiyu stood upon the branch, immersed in a profound and mysterious state of enlightenment.
His cultivation soared, and the true essence within him rapidly gathered and spun at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A dazzling golden core sprang forth from the surging true essence!
His core was formed!
Bai Feiyu threw his head back and let out a long cry, then leaped straight into the clouds as countless sword cries rang out in unison.
Standing on the rooftop, Leng Qingsong could finally no longer restrain his fighting spirit. He transformed into a streak of black light and charged toward Bai Feiyu!
While Bai Feiyu made all things his swords, Leng Qingsong was like a proud, solitary longsword soaring straight into the clouds!
"Hahaha! Well met!" Bai Feiyu laughed heartily, transforming into a streak of white light as he charged toward Leng Qingsong!
He had just entered the Core Formation Realm, and his perfect sword heart had taken shape.
What he needed now was a thoroughly exhilarating battle to unleash the heroic spirit in his heart!
The two streaks of light, one black and one white, collided hundreds of times in the blink of an eye.
Neither used his sword intent; they competed solely with sword techniques.
If they unleashed their sword intent, the aftershocks of attacks from Core Formation cultivators alone could tear Little Mountain Peak apart.
Not to mention that, although both were currently in the Core Formation Realm, either could easily slay a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator with a single stroke!
What kind of genius could not kill an enemy above his own realm?
As the two clashed, countless metallic clangs of crossing swords rang through the sky.
They fell as thick and fast as a sudden downpour!
Below them, Hu Tutu watched the two figures radiating immense pressure in the sky. Even though they were merely exchanging sword techniques, the sword might they inadvertently released left her body rigid and unable to move.
Their blazing sword qi was too imposing to look upon directly!
Watching their breathtakingly brilliant and perilous duel, Hu Tutu became certain that if she faced either of them, a single move would be enough to chop off her fox tail!
Was this really Core Formation? Why did they exert even greater pressure than those great demons in my clan?
"They're clearly in the Core Formation Realm, just like me! Grandpa! This isn't the same as my Core Formation!" Hu Tutu screamed inwardly.
Azure light blazed around Chen Changsheng as he struggled to sustain the Grand Formation surrounding Little Mountain Peak.
To the Grand Formation he had painstakingly laid around Little Mountain Peak, the two men's intangible sword intent was no less than a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring impact.
But to be safe, Chen Changsheng still refused to let anyone on the other peaks see what was happening on Little Mountain Peak!
Hold steady! Stop running wild, you two bastards!
Chen Changsheng furiously cursed the two unfilial sons in his heart. These sword cultivators always forgot everything else the moment an impulse struck them!
Just as Chen Changsheng was about to reach his limit-
A curse suddenly rang out from Ouyang's room. "It's the crack of dawn! Are you going to let anyone sleep?"
At the sound of Ouyang's voice, the heavenly phenomena over Little Mountain Peak faltered.
A tsunami-like surge of true qi burst from Ouyang's room, directly scattering the dark-yellow qi in the sky.
The sky instantly cleared, and all the Great Dao's sacred resonance and dark-yellow qi vanished in a flash.
Bai Feiyu and Leng Qingsong, still locked in fierce combat, were hurled away by the tsunami-like true qi.
Both flew backward, crashing straight beyond Little Mountain Peak.
Ouyang stormed out of his room, his eyes bloodshot and his clothes disheveled. Cursing as he dressed, he held a fan folded from paper in one hand.
Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu had only just flown back to the summit of Little Mountain Peak.
A pair of invisible hands seized them, leaving them unable to move.
The two exchanged appreciative smiles, only to be yanked down from the sky an instant later.
Ouyang raised his paper fan and smacked each of them on the head, then pointed at them and began lecturing.
"Oh, aren't you two capable! Tearing the place apart, are you? You just wrecked the house, and now you're planning to demolish the mountain? Once you've destroyed our home, you can both get lost and sleep on the streets!"
Already accustomed to his elder brother pointing at his nose and scolding him, Leng Qingsong stood obediently as Ouyang showered him with spittle.
Bai Feiyu, who had just entered the Core Formation Realm and honed his sword heart to perfection, wore a broad smile. Ouyang's words went in one ear and out the other; he had not heard a thing Ouyang was saying.
Watching her eldest senior brother berate them with his hands on his hips, Hu Tutu recalled the sudden torrent of true qi that had pressed down on her like a mountain, leaving her unable to breathe.
I couldn't even move while Senior Brother Bai and Senior Brother Leng were fighting, yet Eldest Senior Brother had sent them both flying with nothing but true qi?
Could someone with such an enormous amount of true qi really only be at the ninth level of Qi Refining?
The two men who had seemed like gods of war moments earlier were now being scolded by their eldest senior brother like a pair of chicks.
She stared at Ouyang in disbelief. Was Eldest Senior Brother really only at the ninth level of Qi Refining?
Hu Tutu recalled what Chen Changsheng had said earlier.
"If Eldest Senior Brother wanted to become the Sect Master of the Azure Cloud Sect, none of us three would object!"
Well, if you don't object, then I, Tutu, don't object either!!!
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