The three figures of Han Yan, along with the three Sky-breaking Sword Lights of Nine Heavens Star Fall, also descended at this moment.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Thunderous sounds echoed repeatedly, and Feng Qingyu’s face turned pale along with them. Not to mention Han Yan’s own strength, the sword slash made by his two clone illusions before they shattered actually held fifty percent of his Sword Power.

Don’t underestimate this fifty percent of Sword Power; with Han Yan’s current combat power elevated to the Sword Saint Realm, this fifty percent is enough to rival the Great Sword Master Peak, even surpassing it and reaching the Half-Saint Realm. In other words, he was equivalent to simultaneously being struck by one Sword Saint and two Half-Saint Realm masters.

Feng Qingyu never expected Han Yan’s clone illusions to contain such power. Even the original owner of this Innate Divine Ability, Jiang Yuzhe, at most, his clone illusions would hold only twenty to thirty percent of his power. Caught off guard, he was once again blasted to the point of looking disheveled.

This wasn’t the most frightening part; the most frightening was the Sword Power, which actually contained Huayue’s Thunder Sound Sky Shake. The waves of disruptive force breached his defense without obstruction, rushing straight into his Eight Extraordinary Meridians and internal organs, causing an upheaval within.

Monster, turns out this is the true monster.

Feng Qingyu pressed hard, bit his lips, and finally suppressed the surging chaotic qi, preventing him from the embarrassment of vomiting on the spot.

"Not bad, not bad, now you know the power of my Sword Array, right?" Feng Qingyu forced out a smile with a high master’s demeanor, posturing.

Initially, he intended to show off his strength to Han Yan, but now, it became a display of the Sword Array’s power. Regardless, the more Han Yan and others benefited from this Sword Array, the more it proved his strength, and he could only thus glorify himself.

"Senior Feng, it’s not over yet." Han Yan’s longsword suddenly flew out of his hand.

Only then did Feng Qingyu recall that apart from the Innate Divine Abilities of Huayue, Jiang Yu, and Tang Bufan, Zirong’s ultimate Innate Divine Ability hadn’t yet appeared in Han Yan.

The same Nine Heavens Star Fall, without Han Yan’s restraint, its power felt lighter, but was more agile, with greatly enhanced speed. The angle of the slash was exceptionally exquisite.

Originally, an overwhelmingly domineering sword technique, under the Heart Sword Divine Ability, turned agile, fluttering, and unpredictably mysterious.

This sword came so unexpectedly and swiftly that even Feng Qingyu couldn’t judge the angle of its slash at once, only able to extend his Qi outward and form an invisible protective shield around himself.

"Boom!" The longsword slashed down, like divine thunder falling from the sky.

Even though it was already comparable to a Sword Saint, the power gap between the two was still enormous. Han Yan’s sword still couldn’t break Feng Qingyu’s defense, but the violent vibrations caused by Thunder Sound Sky Shake pierced through the Qi shield, once again like relentless waves, crashing into Feng Qingyu’s internal organs.

Feng Qingyu’s complexion instantly turned white with hints of blue.

"Senior Feng, are you alright?" Seeing Feng Qingyu’s unusual expression, Han Yan worriedly asked, fearing he might have accidentally hurt him.

Feng Qingyu waved his hand. Initially, he wanted to maintain his master’s demeanor and say something, but before he could speak, he covered his mouth, turned to the corner, and dry-heaved, shedding tears, yet unable to vomit anything.

"What happened to him?" Jiang Yu, unaware of the changes in Huayue’s Innate Divine Ability, asked perplexedly.

It was clear Feng Qingyu wasn’t injured, but why did he dry-heave so violently?

"From my years of medical experience, I’d say he’s expecting. Haven’t you noticed he’s been dry-heaving?" Ling Baobao said seriously, shaking his head.

"Um..."

Feng Qingyu turned his head and glared at Ling Baobao with an impulse to strangle him.

After a good while, Feng Qingyu finally stood up. Although he hadn’t vomited anything, his chest’s qi had stabilized, his complexion improved, but the tears in his eyes hadn’t dispersed, carrying a somewhat inexplicable sadness.

"Senior Feng." Han Yan looked at him sympathetically, offering an elixir.

"No need, I’m not injured. With your level of strength, how could you possibly harm me? Back in the day, I, Feng Qingyu..." Feng Qingyu, gaining a bit of spirit, began reminiscing, but as he pondered, he realized the crowd’s gaze was peculiar, wanting to laugh but feeling embarrassed to do so, hence his memories grand recollections couldn’t continue.

Though it wasn’t a true competition, nor a life-or-death gamble; otherwise, if exerting full force, defeating Han Yan wouldn’t be difficult. But either through underestimation or being caught off guard, being bullied by juniors in such a manner was really humiliating.

"Senior Feng, you don’t need to feel too bad, we understand," seeing Feng Qingyu’s silence, someone kindly comforted.

"..." Feng Qingyu felt his heart bleeding. Initially, he merely felt a bit humiliated, but Han Yan’s seemingly kind comfort was undoubtedly stabbing him brutally in the heart, and also sprinkling salt.

"Enough, you all focus on your cultivation, I’m leaving," Feng Qingyu said, dejected.

"What about accepting disciples?" Han Yan seemed intent on continuing to sprinkle salt.

"We’ll discuss later, we’ll discuss later," Feng Qingyu, with his persistence, naturally wouldn’t easily give up, yet he couldn’t muster the interest to mention accepting disciples now, departing with an air of solitude.

"I feel he’s a bit melancholic," Zirong thoughtfully remarked, estimating that after being poisoned for a long time, his mood had become sentimental.

"If your pants were cut open, you’d feel pretty melancholic too," Ling Baobao replied earnestly.

Feng Qingyu staggered, nearly falling from the sky. He now realized that Zirong’s unpredictable sword had managed to cut open his pants, no wonder he felt chilly.

If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t matter, but to lose such face before Han Yan was unbearable. Feng Qingyu wished for nothing more than to crash into a wall, but alas, with his current cultivation, even crashing into a castle wall would likely be useless.

So he landed swiftly, grabbed his pants, and ran out like the wind.

Only then did Han Yan, Huayue, and others burst into hearty laughter.

"This time, thanks to Senior Feng, otherwise, relying on ourselves, we wouldn’t know when we’d realize such a Sword Array," after a while, Han Yan put away his laughter and said with gratitude.