Ma Yan stomped on the ground and drove a heavy punch at Ji Zining.
The punch was filled with a potent physical pressure and vital essence.
This punch represented power at its extreme!
Fury on his face, Ma Yan attacked with all his strength, holding nothing back.
He would show Ji Zining exactly what he had relied on to become an inner disciple of the Ziwei Holy Land!
Wherever his fist passed, space trembled incessantly, and the air was compressed and forced out.
The square was protected by a formation; otherwise, it would already have been destroyed under that terrifying power.
Facing the punch, Ji Zining remained motionless, her hands clasped behind her back.
Sensing the terrifying power in Ma Yan's fist, Ji Zining voiced her admiration.
"You've trained your body well. Any other Nascent Soul Realm Eighth Layer cultivator would surely be unable to withstand that punch."
"It's just a pity you ran into me."
Before she had finished speaking, Ji Zining drew a deep breath, then exhaled forcefully toward the front.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
"Clang! Clang!..."
A terrifying wind howled, accompanied by the ringing of swords.
A blast of air carrying a terrifyingly sharp edge poured from Ji Zining's mouth.
The moment the sharp blast appeared, waves of keen sharpness filled the square.
The expressions of the Ziwei Holy Land disciples watching from behind grew grave.
Enveloped within the blast was...
Sword Intent!
Sword Artistic Conception!
Divine Son Hall actually comprehended Sword Intent!
Sword Intent, which represented attack power at its extreme!
Instinctively, everyone turned their eyes toward Ma Yan.
They knew that Ma Yan had already lost the moment Sword Intent appeared.
Body cultivators like Ma Yan were natural opposites of sword cultivators.
One represented power and defense at their extremes, while the other represented attack power at its extreme.
When the two met, it came down to whether the body cultivator's power was greater or the sword cultivator's sword was sharper!
Clearly, Ji Zining's Sword Intent was sharper now!
Although the Divine Son Ji Zining was in the Nascent Soul Realm, her foundation of spiritual power was in no way weaker than that of a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator.
With her comprehension of Sword Intent as well, her attack power had already exceeded the upper limit of Ma Yan's defense.
Though Ma Yan was in the Spirit Transformation Realm, that was all he had; he had not comprehended the power of any artistic conception.
The only thing awaiting him now was defeat!
Ma Yan's expression changed drastically as he watched the sharp blast surge toward him, and he tried to stop his forward charge.
But he had put all his strength into that punch. It was already too late to pull back!
In the end, under Ma Yan's somewhat despairing gaze, the sharp blast enveloped him.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clink!"
"Clink!"
"..."
Strangely, no sound of blades cutting into flesh came from Ma Yan within the sharp blast. Instead, there was a series of metallic clashes!
Seeing this, the Ziwei Holy Land disciples around them could not help looking at Ji Zining, whose hands were clasped behind her back, with admiration.
Divine Son Hall's control is so exquisite!
Within the sharp blast, Ma Yan finally came to a stop after its edge impeded him.
But where was his earlier anger now?
All that remained was a profound sense of having survived a disaster.
That was close!
Just a little more and I would have been shredded into mincemeat!
Even my soul would have been utterly destroyed!
When the sharp blast had engulfed him, Ma Yan had thought he was done for.
But the instant before he was shredded, he suddenly felt the power of its edge drop by more than tenfold.
Once weakened, its edge had just reached the limit of his body's defense. Any more power, and his body would not have held out.
Ma Yan knew perfectly well that Ji Zining was controlling it!
Not only had Ji Zining been controlling the power of the sharp blast, but she had also gauged the defensive limit of his body and adjusted its power accordingly.
Such a method... It was a feat worthy of the gods!
Now, nothing but reverence for Ji Zining remained in Ma Yan's heart!
When Ji Zining had clasped her hands behind her back earlier, it was not because she looked down on him, but because she did not want to hurt him!
Divine Son Hall truly went to great pains...
Before Ma Yan knew it, he had moved himself.
"Clang!"
With one final ringing of a sword, the sharp blast vanished without a trace, revealing Ma Yan's unscathed body within.
As soon as he was free, Ma Yan respectfully cupped his hands and bowed to Ji Zining.
"Ma Yan has just offended Divine Son Hall in many ways. Please forgive me!"
Ji Zining shook her head slightly.
"There is no need for that. We belong to the same sect; naturally, I would not deal you a killing blow."
With that, Ji Zining looked toward the remaining Ziwei Holy Land disciples behind him and smiled boldly.
"Now then, all of you, come at me together! I hope you can make me use a divine ability!"
Behind her, Ji Chenkong wore a wistful expression.
Was such a domineering woman really his daughter?
Without even lifting a hand, she had defeated a Spirit Transformation Realm Third Stage expert with a single breath.
Ning'er's strength had already far surpassed his!
Hearing this, the many inner disciples of the Ziwei Holy Land exchanged glances, then all nodded firmly and spoke in unison.
"Then forgive our offense, Divine Son Hall!"
The next instant, one terrifying presence after another erupted across the square, piercing the clouds overhead.
Some passing cultivators sensed them and stopped in curiosity.
When they saw Ji Zining and the many inner disciples, they were all struck with shock.
Divine Son Hall is fighting dozens of inner disciples alone?!
Once they had recovered, the disciples hurriedly spread word of what was happening.
The news even reached the core area, prompting some core disciples to put aside what they were doing and hurry toward the square.
Ji Zining swept her gaze over the Ziwei Holy Land inner disciples surrounding her on all sides and finally brought her hands out from behind her back.
"Come!"
Before her words had faded, Ji Zining struck first. Holding two fingers together like a sword, she slashed a sharp beam of sword light at those around her.
The inner disciples' expressions grew grave, and they all unleashed their spiritual power to meet the sword light.
The next instant, a terrifying roar rang out across the square.
"Clang!"
"Hum!"
"Clash!"
"..."
All manner of weapons and powers of artistic conception collided with the sword light Ji Zining had unleashed. After a momentary deadlock, they canceled each other out.
After that slash, Ji Zining did not remain idle. She executed the Divine Expansion Step and vanished from where she stood.
When she reappeared, she was already in front of a Spirit Transformation Realm Fifth Stage inner disciple who had just expended his strength and had yet to muster more.
She formed a sword with her fingers, and a terrifying edge flashed and vanished.
After the flash of sharpness, Ji Zining's figure disappeared once more.
Only the Spirit Transformation Realm Fifth Stage inner disciple remained, not daring to move.
Above his head, a lock of hair was drifting down.