" The Wind God's Fury!"
"It's Wind God's Fury again, and... he hasn't even formed any hand seals yet!"
"How is this possible!"
On the field, when the illusory image above Xiao Xuan's head condensed in the blink of an eye, the expressions of the guards below changed drastically, and they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Especially when they saw that Xiao Xuan had actually condensed the Wind God's Fury in an instant, they felt even more incredulous.
Faced with what was happening before his eyes, Xiao Mingyuan's old face also showed a look of astonishment. However, compared to the younger generation of the Xiao Clan around him, he understood that although Wind God's Fury was Intent Class Dou Technique, it was not impossible to condense it in an instant. However, in addition to needing Origin Qi as support, one's understanding of Wind God's Fury must also reach a state of perfection. Obviously, in this respect, Xiao Xuan had already reached a level that most people could not achieve!
This shocked Xiao Mingyuan even more, and at the same time, his regret for Xiao Xuan deepened.
It's truly hard to accept that Xiao Xuan, who is so calm and collected, and whose talent in all aspects is so astonishing, would stop at the Peak Origin Emperor!
"Well..."
With a deep frown and a sigh, the old man's body trembled uncontrollably. His old eyes, slightly reddened, gazed at the elegant figure before him, who was as graceful as a gentle breeze, and a sense of resentment arose in his heart.
"What a cruel twist of fate!"
Standing to the side, Xiao Yan watched Xiao Xuan's scene with surprise. It seemed that he had underestimated his ancestor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of self-mockery. Compared to the latter, his powerful combat strength was almost entirely due to the existence of the Heavenly Flames, while Xiao Xuan relied entirely on his own abilities. In this respect, he admitted that he was inferior.
On the field, as Xiao Xuan's Wind God's Fury condensed, Xiao Feng, who was currently in the void, also had a grim expression. Having also cultivated Wind God's Fury, his understanding of it was naturally far superior to that of ordinary people. Xiao Xuan's ability to condense Wind God's Fury in an instant was proof of his strength. If his cultivation had not been limited to the Peak Origin Emperor, he would probably have had no chance of winning this battle today.
"Call..."
His breath trembled slightly as he relaxed for a moment, and Xiao Feng felt a surge of relief. He slowly closed his eyes, and the instant he opened them again, a chilling light burst forth, and a cold, resolute intent surged deep within his eyes.
"So the Wind God's Fury? Even so, what can he do? The gap between Origin Emperor and Yuan Zong is ultimately insurmountable!"
"You are destined to lose this battle!"
As soon as the shout fell, Xiao Feng stepped into the void, clasped his hands together, glared angrily at Xiao Xuan, and, in conjunction with the huge illusory image behind him, slowly leaned forward. At the same time, a terrifying sense of oppression descended from the sky!
Below, on the ground, Xiao Yan felt the oppressive aura emanating from Xiao Feng's body, and his expression changed accordingly. As expected of the heir of the Xiao Clan, compared to Xiao Chuhang, the Wind God's Fury of Xiao Feng's Wind God's Wrath was more than twice as strong. Xiao Yan admitted that even if he were to face Xiao Feng's attack, he would have to go all out!
Beside him, Xiao Mingyuan's cloudy old eyes were fixed on the situation on the field. Strands of Origin Qi quietly flowed on his body. He would take action immediately if the situation changed. No matter what, he would protect Xiao Xuan this time!
"Wind! God! Wrath!"
The words, spoken slowly and deliberately, echoed powerfully throughout the land. Along the streets and on the pavilions in the distance, many figures had already gathered, most of them elders from various factions of the Xiao Clan. They had already guessed what was happening. If Xiao Mingyuan didn't make a move, then the only one who could block Xiao Feng's attack would probably be Xiao Yan, who was standing beside him.
The terrifying wind pressure lashed against the faces of the people below, causing many to retreat backward. Some even collapsed to the ground, unable to withstand the pressure. Even Xiao Yan's face showed a solemn expression, his internal Origin Qi rapidly circulating, clearly ready to make a move.
Only Xiao Xuan, facing the oncoming wind pressure, remained calm. The gale dissipated automatically when it was still dozens of feet away from him, as if waiting for the arrival of the wrathful god in the sky. However, if one were observant, one could notice that Xiao Xuan's face had unconsciously turned slightly paler...
"What is he doing? Why hasn't he made a move yet?"
The area in front of the main hall was now filled with a group of elders, and Xiao Yuheng, the patriarch of the Xiao Clan, stood in front of the door. At this moment, everyone's eyes were also focused on Xiao Xuan and Xiao Feng. Of course, most people were waiting for Xiao Yan to make a move, after all, Xiao Feng was from the Yuan Zong!
"Have you noticed? It seems like another force is gathering around him."
Xiao Yuheng frowned. Under the oppressive aura of Wind God's Fury, no one could clearly see the situation around Xiao Xuan, but he still vaguely sensed it. Unfortunately, none of the clan elders beside him expected Xiao Xuan to be able to withstand Xiao Feng on his own.
With no one responding, Xiao Yuheng could only shake his head helplessly. These old guys were just too old-fashioned.
On the ground, Xiao Xuan calmly gazed at the ever-approaching gigantic phantom, a sharp glint quietly rising in the depths of his eyes.
An intense sense of oppression descended from the Tian'er, causing Xiao Yan and his companion to become increasingly tense, even to the point of wanting to make a move. If Xiao Xuan hadn't remained as calm as ever, they probably would have already attacked.
"Ancestor..."
With his gaze fixed on the figure in front of him, Xiao Yan clenched his fists even tighter beneath his sleeves, and beads of sweat covered his forehead from the tension in his heart.
Xiao Xuan, you have lost!
The oppressive voice resounded like a final judgment, causing Xiao Feng's body to tremble. A terrifying storm suddenly swept in, heading straight for Xiao Xuan. The enormous phantom finally descended before Xiao Xuan at this moment. Only then did Xiao Xuan, whose gaze remained calm, slowly raise his head. His eyes met Xiao Feng's gaze instantly, like those of a hawk. He gently twirled the sword finger in his right hand and uttered calm words.
" Azure Bathing Sword Art, Dao Heaven... One Sword!"
"Buzz!"
Almost simultaneously, the illusory image above Xiao Xuan's head suddenly raised its hands and clenched them in mid-air. In the originally empty void, a giant sword suddenly appeared, reaching the sky. At the same time, a terrifying storm of sword energy swept across the world, carving countless sharp sword marks into the ground below!
At this moment, everyone present, including the elders standing in front of the main hall and Xiao Yuheng, had a sudden and dramatic change in expression. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene in the arena, their hearts filled with shock. Only after a moment did they finally gasp in astonishment.
"This is... the Great Dao of the Sword!"