Feng Qijue, the Divine Wind Valley Divine Son, finally unleashed his aura, leaving many rogue cultivator Martial Artists at the Ninth Level of Divine Lord Realm nearby secretly shocked and feeling a suffocating pressure.
This was the strength of a Divine Son. Even in the Divine Lord Realm, he possessed the combat power of the Three Absolutes.
At this moment, black winds swept behind Feng Qijue, the gale wailed mournfully, his black hair streamed through the air, and his robes flapped loudly. His bearing was extraordinary.
"Feng Qijue, if you and I fight, and you lose, are you willing to let the two of us leave?"
Yun Qingyao asked coldly.
Feng Qijue immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this. "How could I, a Divine Son, possibly lose to you? Die!"
Boom!
Feng Qijue struck out with his palm, making the void tremble. A gigantic black wind palm seal blasted toward Yun Qingyao.
The disciples of Divine Wind Valley were also astonished. It was their first time seeing Feng Qijue so furious.
Yet, to everyone's surprise, the veiled woman merely lightly swung the Golden Longsword in her hand, tearing that black wind palm seal cleanly in two.
Feng Qijue was greatly startled. Within Yun Qingyao's sword strike, he actually sensed an astonishing sword intent. That sword intent had actually reached the Thirteen Heavens.
"You are an Ancient Martial Artist? No, you have also reached the Sixth Level of Divine Lord Realm!"
Feng Qijue's expression finally turned grave.
A bloodline Martial Artist had actually cultivated her sword intent to the Thirteen Heavens. What kind of talent was this?
"Are you still going to fight?"
Yun Qingyao asked coolly.
"Why would I not? All these years, I, Feng Qijue, have never fought with my full strength!"
Feng Qijue spoke coldly, his voice