Chapter 307: Chapter 119: Bear Puppet’s Demonic Shadow, Overlord Sword Unmatched

She really disliked Feiguang Peak, so no matter the circumstances, as long as Li Xuan humiliated Feiguang Peak, then she was satisfied. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She was a very reasonable person.

If Li Xuan made her satisfied, she would also make Li Xuan satisfied.

Didn’t matter how Li Xuan won.

Besides, Li Xuan was the one she spotted first.

If it hadn’t been for Feng Mengrou, that flirtatious fox, humph!

After saying this, Luo E surprisingly flew up using Sword Control.

"E’Er..." Hua Xiaoying couldn’t hold her back, helplessly rose too, and called out from afar, "Yu, the Nephew, today’s battle is fair and impartial, the venue and rules were set by Feng Xiongyi, everyone has seen this.

Now that my peak’s disciple Hua Xuan has won, he should rightly inherit the position of Peak Master.

If you also wish to challenge the position of Feiguang Peak’s Peak Master, then at least wait until he recovers before doing so."

As Hua Xiaoying moved, the disciples from Feiguang Peak also began to move one after another.

Purple Mist Peak disciples followed suit.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and strained.

At this moment, Feng Mengrou also hurriedly flew up using Sword Control. She, too, was a Steward of Feiguang Peak, and usually got along well with people, she recognized Yu Yi from before and shouted, "Brother Yu, Li Xuan is an unparalleled genius who received inheritance from an Immortal, Feng Xiongyi can’t compare to him!"

Yu Yi harbored a sense of hostility towards people from outside peaks, but Feng Mengrou was one of his own. Although Feng Xiongyi had been indifferent to her, the people of Feiguang Peak didn’t have much of an aversion to her; rather, many noticed Feng Xiongyi’s ruthlessness through this matter. Previously, when Feng Mengrou returned to the mountain to help Li Xuan with Sword Control, many helped her and provided assistance.

Upon hearing this, Yu Yi couldn’t help but twitch his lips, and turned to say, "Sister Feng, weren’t you saying a few years ago that Sect Leader Xiongyi was an unparalleled genius whom no one in the world could surpass?!"

Feng Mengrou said, "Yes, Feng Xiongyi is a genius, but compared to my Junior Brother Li Xuan, he’s just..."

Senior Sister Feng gestured with one hand suddenly rising and the other falling, and then earnestly said, "The difference is this much."

Inside Feiguang Peak, a familiar female cultivator shouted, "Senior Sister Feng, even if the difference is that big, but Li Xuan has only trained for such a short time? How could he be a match for Acting Sect Leader Feng? He definitely used some scheme to kill Acting Sect Leader Feng, he..."

Feng Mengrou said, "Xiaohong! Do you not trust my judgment?! We have such a good relationship, how could you doubt me?"

The female cultivator named Xiaohong said, "Well... anyway, I’m not convinced!"

Feng Mengrou called, "Xiaohong!"

Xiaohong said, "It’s not just me who isn’t convinced, you tell me, which one of us on the mountain would be convinced?"

The tense atmosphere eased up because of the sudden intervention of Feng Mengrou...

Everyone started speaking one after the other, but suddenly Li Xuan said, "Feng Xiongyi is not dead, he just escaped heavily injured."

"Ah?!"

Everyone turned to look at him, with questioning expressions on their faces.

Someone asked, "Why did Acting Sect Leader Feng need to escape?"

Li Xuan didn’t answer but suddenly looked at Hua Xiaoying, with a serious expression, and called out, "Foster Mother..."

Hua Xiaoying knew he had something to say, understood, and then raised her voice, "About this matter, Peak Master Shui and I will report it to the Sect Leader after he leaves seclusion, you all can disperse for now."

...

...

Half an hour later.

At Purple Mist Peak, a secluded pavilion on the summit.

Li Xuan, Hua Xiaoying, and Shuichengzi sat quietly.

Li Xuan explained the intentions behind "Feng Xiongyi’s collusion with Lishan’s Six Alliances" in detail, finally saying, "He offered to exchange this secret for a lifeline, and while speaking, he used a method I had never seen before to escape unnoticed..."

Hua Xiaoying and Shuichengzi glanced at each other, their expressions filled with seriousness.

"The puppet technique, Foster Mother and Peak Master Shui, have you ever heard of it?" Li Xuan suddenly asked.

And the two of them both shook their heads.

Hua Xiaoying said, "Never heard of it."

Shuichengzi said, "Being able to revive and be as a puppet as before, it’s absolutely impossible. If there really are such creatures... wouldn’t it be..."

He couldn’t continue further.

But all three understood what he left unsaid.

It was the most hopeless, nightmare-like catastrophe.

Hua Xiaoying said, "I have also dealt with Lishan’s Six Alliances and have never heard of this technique. Xuan’Er, could it be that Feng Xiongyi deliberately tried to deceive you, then took advantage of your distraction to escape?"

After saying this, she became strange again.

Li Xuan defeating Feng Xiongyi was still an unbelievable matter to her.

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but say, "Xuan’Er, tell your Foster Mother the truth, how... how did you defeat Feng Xiongyi?

Peak Master Shui is one of our own, no need to hold back."

Li Xuan had been pondering his Sword Control techniques along the way.

After thinking for a while, he understood one thing: trying to match skill with a cultivator is impossible.

Using Qi to control the sword, as smooth as a flock of eagles in swift flight, whereas his flying sword seemed like a clumsy elephant...

So, what he had to do was mobilize all his strength, Sword Control... aiming only for a violent kill.

Upon hearing this, he didn’t say anything, he just stood up, flicked his fingers...

The flying sword rang out, hanging outside the pavilion.

Li Xuan’s right hand’s five fingers rotated, and during this rotation, he crazily infused power into that flying sword.

Buzz...

Buzz buzz buzz...

The flying sword suddenly started to hum and vibrate.

Li Xuan suddenly relaxed his grip.

Boom!

The flying sword shot out like a giant beast that pierced the air, hunting for prey in the mist, roaring out like a cannonball among a burst of scattered shockwaves and sharp sounds.

The mountain’s mist, like meteors falling into the sea, suddenly boiled and churned.

This kind of power was vastly different from ordinary flying swords.

Li Xuan’s sleeves fluttered, his right hand lightly pressed down.

Hua Xiaoying and Shuichengzi noticeably reacted.

Their hearts were filled with astonishment, thinking: ’What kind of Swordsmanship is this?