Sword Intent Shocks the Gods!

Sword Intent Shocks the Gods!

As Chen Feng swung his sword.

A vast, ancient Sword Intent suddenly emerged.

The ancients followed the Heavenly Dao.

Those who complied prospered; those who defied it met ruin!

The Heavenly Dao covered all living beings, and mankind lived beneath the vault of heaven.

And the "Heavenly Gate" was the path by which all beings ascended to the Heavenly Dao.

Those who passed through the Heavenly Gate could rise above all living beings.

Yet this sword refused to submit.

Why could fate not be fought against?

Why could man not overcome heaven?

Why could those gods in the heavens manipulate all beings, draw forth cause and effect, and toy with destiny?

Chen Feng held his breath and focused, his heart reaching a tranquil stillness like an ancient well.

At that moment, as he sensed this Sword Intent, many thoughts came to him.

Ever since he had transmigrated, he had known the fate of those in this world.

Why did Grandfather Sword Douluo have to die?!

He devoted himself heart and soul to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, yet still failed to catch the eye of Little Witch Ning Rongrong?

Why could Tang San stand so high above everyone else!

Treating everyone as stepping stones!

Since he had been reborn, he would use the Heavenly Dao Sword in his hand to cleave open the Heavenly Gate!

Explore the Heavenly Dao, never submit.

Find his own path!

With that thought, Chen Feng's eyes brightened as a hint of enlightenment dawned on him.

Even if gods and demons from heaven and earth descended into the mortal realm, I could Slay with a Single Sword!

Sever the shackles of heaven's decree, cut apart the chains of destiny!

This was the true meaning of One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate!

A glorious Sword Qi River surged upstream, as though it were about to pierce open the Heavenly Gate itself!

Boom!!

Thunderous, earth-shaking roars rang out without end.

The first to bear the brunt was the great bird formed from azure Soul Power, which was instantly scattered.

The Sword Qi River did not slow, and the Tortoise Shell fragments filling the sky were shattered in an instant as well.

The Shi Family Brothers did not even have time to recall their Martial Souls before they were blasted out of the arena.

And Yu Tianheng's lightning filling the sky could not stop it in the slightest.

At the last moment, Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth and roared:

"No! You're only one person. There's no way you can beat all four of us!"

Before his words had even faded, all three of his soul skills lit up.

"Thunder Fury!"

"Thunderbolt!"

"Thunder Claw!"

Bang!

After a dull, massive impact.

As expected, Yu Tianheng was blasted far off the Soul Fighting Platform.

Blood poured from the dragon claw on his right hand, and even its blue-purple scales had been blown away.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield.

Chen Feng raised his head and looked at Yu Feng, the Wind Chime Bird Soul Master hovering in midair.

"Will you surrender on your own, or do I have to make a move?"

The sight from earlier had terrified Yu Feng. What kind of terrifying soul skill was that?!

The power of that sword strike was far more terrifying than even a black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

Even Captain Yu Tianheng had been no match for it, and the Shi Family Brothers' twin shield armor could not withstand it.

Much less himself, a mere agility-attack Soul Master.

But...

Yu Feng hovered more than ten meters in the air, looking down with a mocking expression.

"I can fly. I refuse to believe there's anything you can do to me!"

Hearing this, Chen Feng remained calm. "Is that so? Then watch closely!"

In midair, Yu Feng secretly pondered.

With my ability to fly, I can hold out for another quarter of an hour, then find a chance to unleash my soul skills from the air!

Once that guy down there runs out of stamina, he'll naturally lose!

But in the next instant.

Yu Feng's eyes suddenly widened as he witnessed a sight he would never forget for the rest of his life!

Chen Feng's gaze was sharp, wild, and unrestrained.

"Today, I shall open the Heavenly Gate for all people under heaven!"

As his words fell, a snow-white river of sword dao shot into the sky.

Its aura was incomparably tyrannical, as though it could split apart heaven, earth, and all things.

Boom!!

In the sky, Dou Dou, the Host of the match, stared in terror with her beautiful eyes and hurriedly flew toward the edge of the arena.

Yu Feng, meanwhile, was drenched in cold sweat, his soul nearly scared out of him.

The splendor of that sword strike was like the most dazzling light in the world.

Years later, Yu Feng would see many swordsmen, but never again would anyone's swordsmanship fill him with such amazement!

At the same time.

High in the heavens, Asura God, Sea God, War God, and the other gods seemed to sense something.

The imposing War God suddenly frowned. "What level of Sword Intent is this? It actually makes me feel a trace of threat?"

"Can a Soul Master in the lower realm produce Sword Intent of such a level?" A hint of shock appeared in Asura God's eyes.

In his view, this level of Sword Intent was even superior to his Asura Divine Sword!

Likewise, Angel God, Fire God, and the other gods were all shaken.

However, having become gods, it was difficult for them to descend to the lower realm. Even sending out a strand of Divine Sense was extremely difficult.

After pondering for a moment, Asura God rose to his feet, dark-red light enveloping his body as he spoke:

"I have sent the envoy I left in the lower realm to investigate what exactly has happened!"

Asura God was tall and lean, with dark-red demonic patterns flickering across his body.

He faintly sensed a trace of threat. A Sword Intent that did not belong to the Asura Demon Sword?

Goddess of Life, Destruction, Evil, and God of Goodness also sensed this Sword Intent and sent people to investigate.

In the lower realm.

Chen Feng's sword strike landed three meters away from Yu Feng, leaving behind a crack roughly an inch long.

Spatial turbulence churned within it. Even a wisp leaking out would have been enough to make one's heart tremble with fear.

Yu Feng, being the closest, naturally felt it most intensely.

If Chen Feng had not diverted the sword at the crucial moment, that strike would have landed on him!

By now, he would probably have been reduced to nothing but scattered bones...

At the thought, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Yu Feng's forehead.

He was truly terrified!

He feared that from now on, every Sword Martial Soul wielder he encountered would leave him with lingering psychological trauma.

The moment Chen Feng swung his sword, waves of shocked cries erupted throughout the arena.

The private boxes were occupied by major figures from the Soul Master world, people who had seen all manner of things.

Yet even they could not stop marveling at such terrifying swordsmanship.

At the same time, a thought suddenly arose in their hearts.

They had to do everything possible to win over and befriend such a gifted young talent!

Even if they could not recruit him, they absolutely could not offend him!

Yu Feng surrendered.

In a moment like this, being able to react quickly enough to surrender was already no easy feat for him.

As for Ye Lingling in the distance, she had long since been frightened senseless.

Her beautiful eyes stared blankly ahead, unable to believe what she was seeing.

What a terrifying Sword Intent that was!

His Soul Power was clearly only at the Soul Elder level, yet the destructive force he unleashed was so horrifying!

Below the stage, Yu Tianheng's eyes dimmed.

Always arrogant and looking down on others, the pride in his heart had now been crushed to pieces.

At that moment, Chen Feng gave Ye Lingling a harmless smile before turning toward the edge of the arena, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

"Miss Host! Aren't you going to announce the result?"

It turned out that when Chen Feng had swung his sword upward earlier, she had been so frightened that she ran straight off the arena.

She was now trembling as she stared at the Soul Fighting Platform.

Today's battle had completely overturned her understanding as a Host.

As Dou Dou, a Soul Elder who had commentated on more than a hundred top-tier Soul Master battles.

She was utterly certain that even Soul Kings above level fifty might not be able to unleash such an attack!

In Dou Dou's opinion, the power of that sword was no weaker than that of a Soul Emperor-level expert!

Was that White-Robed Youth a monster, or a sword immortal?!