As they spoke, he pointed a finger towards the tip of Huayue’s sword. Light shimmered on that finger, as if it were refined from pure gold, and in terms of solidity, it was not much inferior to typical divine weapons.

"Ding..." The finger touched the sword tip, producing a metallic clanging sound that echoed for a long time.

Huayue felt as if he had been struck by a giant hammer, and staggered back repeatedly, his face turning as pale as gold paper. Clearly, his internal organs had suffered considerable shock. If not for his strong defense, Feng Qingyu’s finger might have seriously injured him.

"Even if your strength has reached the Sword Master Realm, it’s only so-so," Feng Qingyu said.

Although the power of Huayue’s sword was quite formidable, the gap between them was still too large. Even the multiplied shocking force on the sword did not pose any threat to him.

Feng Qingyu laughed, filled with pride in his strength and also a sense of disdain toward Huayue. But as he laughed, his gaze suddenly sharpened, and the finger suspended in mid-air suddenly trembled.

"Boom," a bolt of Heavenly Thunder exploded, fiercely detonating at his fingertip. The intense shock penetrated his finger’s defense, directly invading his meridians, then surged relentlessly towards his Eight Extraordinary Meridians and internal organs.

Feng Qingyu’s whole body shuddered, his flesh quivering. Although such a shock could not truly harm his meridians or energy sea, a tumult arose in his chest and abdomen, nearly making him vomit.

How did this kid’s innate skill become so strange? Feng Qingyu glanced at Huayue in surprise.

He had witnessed the battle between Huayue and Qin Ba with his own eyes. Although the Thunder Sound Sky Shake was quite domineering, injuring a thousand and self-injuring eight hundred, it could not directly break Qin Ba’s defense. So until the end, Huayue could only fight Qin Ba to a draw, unable to slay him.

However, now that Huayue had merely advanced to a Great Sword Master, the innate divine skill of Thunder Sound Sky Shake had transformed in essence, capable of directly penetrating his defense and shocking the meridians and internal organs. This was obviously not a result of power enhancement, but it was directly related to those five magic artifacts.

With difficulty, Feng Qingyu suppressed the urge to vomit, inwardly realizing he should not underestimate these young ones. The Ruyi Hair Crown and four Heavenly Destiny Star Plates in their hands, plus his sword array, were far more powerful than they were in the hands of Jing Jianjue and Qin Ba. After all, they had innate divine abilities, while Jing Jianjue and the others did not.

Just after catching his breath, two clones appeared in front of and to both sides, their swords slashing down.

This was, of course, Jiang Yuzhe’s Clone Illusion.

"A little trick to deceive and obscure, ultimately too minor to be significant," Feng Qingyu said disdainfully toward Jiang Yuzhe’s innate divine skill.

With the enhancement of his strength, his Six Senses continuously improved. No matter if it was Shadow Shifting or Clone Shadow Transformation, it was hard to deceive the keen perception of a Sword Saint. Jiang Yuzhe’s innate divine skill was only remarkably effective below the Holy-grade, but against opponents above a Sword Saint, its power was very limited, far less useful than Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake.

"Go back!" Feng Qingyu’s Divine Sense moved, easily locating Jiang Yuzhe’s real body, and he pointed a finger gently.

"Bang!" Although Jiang Yuzhe swiftly blocked with his sword, he was still blasted away by the finger, his face turning pale.

"Spend more time increasing your cultivation in the future. That’s the right path. Shadow Shifting, Clone Illusion, these are all minor, unconventional things that are useless against true experts," Feng Qingyu lectured Jiang Yuzhe with a superior attitude.

Indeed, it was only Jiang Yuzhe’s true body that was repelled. The clone illusion on the left front still had a sword slashing down, and another clone was still behind. Nevertheless, Feng Qingyu, using his keen Six Senses, was not interested in even looking more. It was merely a Clone Shadow Transformation, like a shadow without any power, useless to bother with.

Sure enough, when the phantom sword slashed at Feng Qingyu, it burst like a soap bubble. Feng Qingyu’s face showed a smile of vindication. But soon, he could not laugh anymore.

Because at the moment the phantom clone shattered, a massive force exploded like a powder keg.

"Boom," a loud noise. This force, although unable to penetrate Feng Qingyu’s defense and harm his internal organs, numbed half of his body, and as the dust flew up, his face and body were covered in a layer of gray dirt.

Feng Qingyu was somewhat stunned. This fellow had hidden Qi within the phantom clone. How had he done that? He had never heard of such a sword technique before. Needless to say, this was another mutation of innate divine skills brought by those five magic artifacts.

Monsters, these kids are all damn monsters! Feng Qingyu was first sickened by Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake, feeling nauseous and almost vomiting on the spot, then disheveled by Jiang Yuzhe’s Clone Illusion exploding like a face full of gray dirt.

"Fury, Devil Slash!" Before his half-numbed body could recover, Tang Bufan angrily charged forward, slashing with a longsword in a desperate manner.

It wasn’t that he really intended to perish together with Feng Qingyu, but his innate divine skill was like this, always using such sword techniques no matter who the enemy was.

These brats, did they really think I’m a sick cat because the tiger didn’t rise? Seeing Tang Bufan’s mad, one-life-for-another stance, Feng Qingyu was somewhat angry and pointed a finger again.

The power of this finger was obviously much stronger than before. Tang Bufan was directly sent flying, but before landing, he twisted his waist and returned, slashing another sword.

"Hmm?" Feng Qingyu made a light noise, although he didn’t intend to injure Tang Bufan seriously, the force of this finger was not small, his plan was to lightly injure him while sealing his meridians to disable him. Who knew from Tang Bufan’s slightly pale face, that although he’d been heavily wounded, his meridians hadn’t been sealed and he still had combat strength.

Feng Qingyu, filled with doubt, pointed another finger, aiming at the meridian point on Tang Bufan’s right shoulder. Once this point was sealed, Tang Bufan’s sword-holding right hand would be temporarily useless.

"Hiss!" His finger pointed accurately on the meridian point.

But to his astonishment, Tang Bufan’s sword stance did not change at all. The right hand holding the sword remained steady and strong.

Feng Qingyu’s finger tapped on his longsword again, knocking him back, but his mind was even more surprised. You know, his strength was formidable, even among Sword Saints, and his signature Cutting Pulse Finger couldn’t handle a mere Great Sword Master. This was too unbelievable.

Monsters, another monster!