Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 220 - 211 Absolute Suppression

Chapter 220: Chapter 211 Absolute Suppression

"Interesting, who would have thought Mo Wangchen was also a Sword Cultivator?"

"By the looks of it, his swordsmanship might be his strongest asset?"

In the surrounding stands, the audience was abuzz with discussions, having never considered from the start that Mo Wangchen knew swordsmanship.

With the Yuanhong Sword in hand, Mo Wangchen’s entire demeanor also transformed. His eyes turned much colder, his gaze clear, as if flickers of Sword Light were passing by, and that sharp and fierce aura belonging to a Swordsman burst forth from him.

"Hmm?"

Xiao Feiyuan slightly furrowed his brow, surprise in his eyes. Clearly, he too had not expected Mo Wangchen to be a Swordsman. Now, the aura radiating from Mo Wangchen, that transcendent quality of a Swordsman, made it very clear to Xiao Feiyuan that Mo Wangchen’s swordsmanship was probably far from simple.

"Not going to back down?"

After a brief silence, Xiao Feiyuan let out a cold laugh, "If you are also a Swordsman, then you should be able to perceive the gap between us. I have been trained in the sword from a young age and have been with the Sword Sect for eight years. In my eyes, your swordsmanship is worthless!"

His eyes were filled with unparalleled confidence. The Sword Sect was the most powerful Sect of the Sword Dao in the Ten Directions Domain, and after eight years of diligent practice, his swordsmanship had reached a divine level.

"Stop this noise!"

Mo Wangchen’s voice came coldly, his eyes devoid of any emotion as he coldly stared at Xiao Feiyuan.

As his voice fell, he stepped back, took a deep breath, and the next moment, his body turned into a shadow, darting out. As he moved, a faint golden radiance emerged around Mo Wangchen, the Hidden Dragon Undying Body accelerating his speed.

Buzz!

The Sword Sound howled and the Yuanhong Sword slashed through the sky. In an instant, a suffocatingly terrible Sword Pressure enveloped the area. The Sword Light was like lightning, piercing through the Void as if the entire space was mourning at that moment.

Faced with Mo Wangchen’s sudden strike, Xiao Feiyuan’s gaze condensed, and the look of carelessness on his face suddenly dissipated.

"Canghai Wings!"

He bellowed, and his long sword already trembled frenziedly. Under the gaze of the entire crowd, he slashed out.

Swoosh!

The Sword Light, like a Scythe of the Death God, tore through Mo Wangchen’s attack ferociously the moment it appeared.

Eventually, their attacks collided, exploded, and vanished in an instant, the fierce winds like a Sword Gang Formation sweeping towards the edges of the platform, causing onlookers to change their expressions.

Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, continuing his advance when suddenly, a pale golden radiance covered the Yuanhong Sword, and at the same time, an intense heat dispersed from it, making the sword seem as if it was imbued with the Light of the Bright Sun, painfully dazzling to look upon.

"Canyang Sword Technique!"

Buzz!

As Mo Wangchen spoke, rolling heat waves surged from his long sword, instantly turning into a series of golden sword shadows that swept out like a tidal wave.

Boom! Boom!

As the sword shadows moved, a series of explosive sounds followed, firelight filling the skies and illuminating the four corners of the platform.

"What?!"

Xiao Feiyuan’s face suddenly changed dramatically. Mo Wangchen’s sword was more powerful than he had expected, and the dense sword shadows that enveloped him were like an oppressive mountain, the terrifying Sword Pressure seemingly ready to crush him.

"Shadow Stream Swordsmanship!"

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Feiyuan tapped his long sword in the air, dozens of Sword Qi flew out, forming a Sword Gang Great Formation that looked like it could grind everything to dust.

Crack!

Crack!

However, to everyone’s surprise, the moment they made contact, Xiao Feiyuan’s sword light collapsed, engulfed by the golden sword shadow.

Following that, Xiao Feiyuan’s screams echoed, as those golden sword shadows pierced through his body, blood splattered, and astonishing sword marks covered his entire body.

"You said my swordsmanship is worthless?"

The scene quieted down for a moment, Mo Wangchen, holding the Yuanhong Sword, walked towards Xiao Feiyuan, his eyes filled with coldness, "Are you qualified to say that?"

At this instant, Xiao Feiyuan, with dozens of sword marks all over his body, bleeding profusely, looked like a blood-soaked figure, utterly wretched.

"Die!"

His face was twisted with ferocity, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes. As the long sword trembled furiously, it was thrust forward slowly, its piercing sword force spreading once more, making one’s breath catch.

Mo Wangchen’s gaze sharpened, and with a push of his feet, he suddenly retreated explosively.

"Trying to kill me?"

He squinted, his gaze turning completely icy.

As he spoke, the Yuanhong Sword vibrated slightly, with a terrible momentum brewing. In the air, the staggering sword pressure reached its peak, and the Yuanhong Sword traced a swipe of sword light in the void.

Hum!

In front of Mo Wangchen, the space suddenly fluctuated violently, and the next moment, a gust of wind swept through, forming a tornado. Sand and dust flew into the air — it was a tornado formed by sword Qi, seemingly capable of devouring everything, rushing towards Xiao Feiyuan explosively.

"Luochen Sword Technique!"

His eyes filled with an unparalleled killing intent, Mo Wangchen didn’t hesitate for a moment. With this move, the Luochen Sword Technique, he intended to completely eradicate Xiao Feiyuan.

From afar, upon seeing the sword Qi storm that blanketed the area in front of him sweeping over, Xiao Feiyuan finally showed fear in his eyes. He didn’t doubt for a second that if he were caught in it, he would undoubtedly be slashed into mush.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, from a direction in the spectator stands, an explosive yell rang out.

Hum!

At the same time, an astonishing sword pressure enveloped the whole field, and stunning sword radiance flew by, directly slicing through Mo Wangchen’s sword Qi storm, causing it to dissipate instantly.

Swoosh!

A figure appeared in front of Xiao Feiyuan, a young man whose body burst with an impressive will of the Sword Dao, commanding respect.

The man was none other than the Sword Sect Saint, Sikong Yi!

Had it not been for his intervention just now, Xiao Feiyuan would likely have already died at the hands of Mo Wangchen.

"What do you mean by this?"

Mo Wangchen squinted, his gaze cold as he looked at Sikong Yi, a flicker of apprehension passing through his eyes. Sikong Yi was a powerhouse of the Primordial Spirit Realm, and could easily slay him if he wished!

"The rules of the duel state that one must not take a life, Mo Wangchen. Your strike just now was clearly intended to kill Xiao Feiyuan!" Sikong Yi’s gaze was equally cold.

"If you’re not an idiot, you should also have seen that Xiao Feiyuan was the one who tried to kill me first, right?"

Mo Wangchen sneered, continuing, "Had I not reacted in time, the one dead would likely be me. You didn’t intervene then, so what right do you have to criticize me now?"

Swoosh!

As Mo Wangchen spoke, Qin Yue also leaped forward, landing in front of him, her gaze indifferent as she stared directly at Sikong Yi.

"Sword Sect, do you think the Pill Sect has no one to stand for it?"