The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1294: A Second Sword Will
Clang!
A sharp clang rang out like a dragon's cry as Ling Feng swung his sword. Mo Sanqing was blasted backward more than ten zhang, his palms numb and aching so badly he nearly lost his grip on his blades.
Ling Feng, meanwhile, stood with his hands behind his back, calm and collected. His robe fluttered in the wind as if he were an expert surveying the world, effortlessly suppressing his opponent.
To cross an entire major realm and still dominate this effortlessly was nothing short of unreal!
The disciples of Moxue Mountain Manor were left staring in shock, unable to fathom what kind of monster this Ling Feng truly was.
The Second Manor Master's expression grew solemn. "This boy's sword will is restrained yet perfectly controlled. Even if I acted myself, I could not execute that strike more cleanly."
Mo Qiuhua glanced at him in surprise. The Second Manor Master had always been a unique figure in the Moxue Mountain Manor. With his talent and seniority, he should have been the rightful heir to the position of Manor Master, yet he had no interest in the Mo family's inherited martial arts and devoted himself entirely to the sword dao.
He had long taken pride in his attainments, and no one expected him to admit inferiority to a youth barely past twenty.
"Young Master Ling's sword will is indeed striking," Mo Qiuhua said with a small nod. "Sanqing lost fair and square."
"Damn it!"
Being forced back with a single strike left Mo Sanqing burning with humiliation. He glared at Ling Feng, teeth grinding so hard they nearly cracked.
"How is it? Do you still want to continue?"
Ling Feng kept his hands behind his back. Compared to the usual early-tier Human Emperor, Mo Sanqing was certainly stronger, strong enough that Ling Feng had been forced to release his Slaughterous Sword Will to suppress him.
"Hmph, I was just testing the waters. Again!"
Mo Sanqing's expression turned grave. Ling Feng's previous strike had completely shattered his underestimation. This boy who seemed to possess such a low realm was anything but ordinary.
Ling Feng shook his head lightly. "Whatever you can do, use it."
"Brat, this ends now!"
Mo Sanqing's face twisted. He clearly saw the scorn in Ling Feng's eyes, and that faint trace of disdain pierced his pride like a knife!
"Blade And Sword As One, Ten Direction Slaughter!"
With a low roar, elemental force surged from Mo Sanqing's body. The sword and blade in his hands trembled violently.
The long blade erupted with blazing green fire, burning so fiercely that even from dozens of zhang away Ling Feng felt as if he stood beside molten rock. The sword edge, however, surged with biting cold, its chill piercing through the blaze and seeping into Ling Feng's senses like sinking into an icy river.
Mo Sanqing controlled both ice and fire simultaneously and had even comprehended the Ice–Fire Conscious Realm. One sword could freeze ten thousand li, one blade could ignite the heavens!
Sword qi and blade light raged around him in a ten–zhang radius, shredding the air itself. Even Ling Feng's Slaughterous Sword Will began to feel faintly suppressed.
"Interesting move!"
Ling Feng's eyelid twitched. Setting aside his personality, Mo Sanqing was indeed talented!
Up on the high platform, Mo Qiuhua's face tightened as she prepared to intervene at any moment.
No one expected a simple spar to force Mo Sanqing into using a killing technique powered by a secret art, one strong enough that even a mid–tier Human Emperor would not dare face it directly.
With Tuoba Yan's feelings toward Ling Feng, an accidental injury here could complicate the matter of taking her as a disciple.
The Second Manor Master also spoke gravely. "I didn't think Sanqing had trained his Blade–Sword Ten Absolutes to this level. It's a shame he's too impulsive and unfit to inherit my sword dao. Even so, with this move unleashed, that boy will likely have no way to defend against it."
A killing move on par with a mid–tier Human Emperor's power was nothing to take lightly. Even advanced sword will might not handle it easily.
The blade and sword swept down together. Freezing cold and scorching heat crashed toward Ling Feng, engulfing him completely.
Ling Feng's hair whipped wildly and his white robes billowed. Beneath the incoming strike, his lean figure looked like a candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out.
Tuoba Yan clenched her hands tightly, her heart rising to her throat.
"Is he frozen in fear?"
"Sanqing used the ultimate killing move of the Blade–Sword Ten Absolutes. That kid is insane! It's already in front of him, is he planning to take it head-on?"
The disciples and enshrined protectors of Moxue Mountain Manor stared blankly as Ling Feng remained rooted in place without moving.
A small smile curved at Ling Feng's lips. The Human Dao divine inscription condensed in his eyes as the power of insight and replication activated. He had already seen through the flaws hidden within Mo Sanqing's technique.
Ice and fire raged in all directions with seemingly no weakness, but Mo Sanqing pushed his sword too hastily while his blade lagged behind. What appeared to be a flawless killing art was riddled with openings.
"Fine. I'll let you lose with some dignity."
In that instant, Ling Feng activated his second sword will.
Reincarnated Sword Will!
Two advanced–stage sword wills erupted from him like a storm.
The moment Mo Sanqing closed in, Ling Feng unleashed "Six Paths of Rise and Fall". A flash of cold light streaked past, and a terrifying sword qi scraped across Mo Sanqing's scalp.
Mo Sanqing's eyelids twitched violently. The instant Ling Feng released the Reincarnated Sword Will, his mind blanked for a heartbeat. When he snapped back to awareness, a chill spread over his head. Ling Feng's strike had shaved a neat circle of hair clean from the top of his head.
"Damn you!"
Shaking with fury, Mo Sanqing tried to attack again, but a thunderous explosion sounded beside his ear. A crushing force slammed into his chest and sent him hurtling backward like a fallen leaf blown by autumn wind. He crashed heavily into the arena wall.
Crack!
The granite wall caved inward, embedding him inside. It was hard to tell how many bones had already snapped.
Ling Feng had even held back. Otherwise, Mo Sanqing might still live, but his cultivation would be ruined.
Silence fell over the entire arena! No one dared to breathe!
As the world of ice and fire faded, the figure standing at its center appeared in their eyes like a white-robed war god who had cut through the heavens with a single sword!
"The second sword will!"
The Second Manor Master finally lost his composure and shot to his feet.
After a century of cultivating sword dao, he had met countless swordsmen and prodigies. Those who held dual sword wills were rare but not unheard of.
Yet Ling Feng was the only one who wielded two of the top ten peak‐attribute sword wills!
He could recognize the Slaughterous Sword Will, but Ling Feng's second sword will flashed by too quickly for even him to identify.
