Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 54: The Power of the Supreme Sect’s Prodigy

Wang Zhengtian could hardly believe his ears. The fellow Taoist in front of him was only in his teens, but his cultivation level had leapt through to the Return to Void realm.

With such talent, even Nalan Xue, the genius of their Shenxuan Sect, cannot compare with it.

Li Pinghou also had a strange expression. He glanced sideways and made eye contact with Wang Zhengtian beside him.

Wang Zhengtian blinked in understanding, and then said softly: "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Ye's cultivation is so terrifying. I admire him."

As he said this, Wang Zhengtian turned around and bowed to Leng Qianning who was sitting on the chair again: "Senior Leng, we can start now."

Leng Qianning nodded, fixed her eyes on Ye Qian'an and the other two, and asked softly, "Who of you will go on stage first?"

Lin Xuezhu raised his right hand and said, "Grandmaster, I want to give it a try."

Although her cultivation was only at the Nascent Soul stage, she was a genius of the Qingxuan Sect after all, and she also wanted to test how big the gap in strength was between herself and the upper sect.

Leng Qianning did not refuse. This was just the simplest competition and there would be no casualties, so she did not care too much.

The crowd dispersed.

On the stage, Lin Xuezhu stood with a sword on his back, staring at the top sect prodigy Li Pinghou in front of him.

Li Pinghou took out a fan from his bosom, opened it, nodded and smiled, and said, "Since the young lady is so interested, I will accompany her to discuss a few things, please."

"I hope that Fellow Daoist Li Pinghou will show mercy."

Li Pinghou's cultivation has reached the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and he is considered a favored child of heaven in the upper sect. Now, facing Lin Xuezhu who is in the Nascent Soul Realm, he does not take her seriously.

Suddenly, Lin Xuezhu rushed over quickly. Her speed was like thunder, cutting through the silent space. The sword in her hand pierced through the void like a dragon or snake, and shot straight towards Li Pinghou in front of her.

Li Pinghou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, dodged sideways, and then swung the folding fan in his hand lightly forward. A special energy force actually directly shocked Lin Xuezhu backwards.

Lin Xuezhu's body retreated rapidly, but fortunately she had inserted the magic sword in her hand into the ground in advance, thus slowing down her retreat.

However, the previous collision still left her with feelings.

Is this the strength of a powerful god-transforming master?
Below the level of transformation into a god, we are all ants!
Li Pinghou said with a serious face: "The girl's speed is indeed very fast. In my opinion, it is no less than the late Nascent Soul Great Perfection Realm. However, it is still too slow in front of the Spiritual Transformation Realm."

"Brother, you are too polite. The real competition will begin next."

Lin Xuezhu turned around and shuttled back and forth like light and shadow. It was unimaginable that this speed was even not inferior to that of a powerful god.

"Is this... the Wandering Step?"

Wang Teng stopped to watch, frowning slightly.

The Divine Wandering Step is the supreme skill of the Qingxuan Sect. When practiced to perfection, the speed can reach such a speed that it can leave an afterimage, making it impossible to find the original body.

Similarly, the only one who possessed the Divine Wandering Step was Leng Qianning, the great-grandmaster of the Qingxuan Sect. Who would have thought that Leng Qianning would actually give such a precious skill to Lin Xuezhu...

At the tip of the sword, the green sword energy was slightly retracting and pointing at Li Pinghou in the distance. In an instant, a gust of wind appeared out of nowhere.

Li Pinghou gradually became serious. What he cared about was not Lin Xuezhu's speed, but the sword intent that contained extreme energy.

The sword intent was as endless as the surging river, and the rising hurricane was as overwhelming as a tsunami.

Li Pinghou put away his folding fan, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a three-meter-long stick from his storage ring. The stick was gleaming with golden runes, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the golden light was even brighter than before. The terrifying energy fluctuations finally erupted, and a sharp sword energy, like descending from the sky, shot towards Li Pinghou violently.

When the two collided, an incomparable energy burst out, spreading out in all directions, leaving ripples in the air.

Li Pinghou swung the stick in his hand vigorously. In the face of absolute strength, Lin Xuezhu was no match after all. He slid back several hundred meters and completely lost this competition.

Seeing this, no one was surprised.

After all, Li Pinghou's strength is in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm. If he is really serious, he can defeat Lin Xuezhu with just one stick, and even shatter her Nascent Soul.

However, Li Pinghou did not feel any joy at this time. He just touched his right cheek lightly and found that his cheek had been cut at some point.

Hot blood continued to flow out from the wound.

Li Pinghou frowned slightly, raised his head, and his expression suddenly froze.

It is really unbelievable that a Nascent Soul cultivator could actually hurt himself.

Lin Xuezhu thought to herself, "The sword power taught by my uncle is indeed powerful, but the gap between the levels still prevents me from challenging him..."

At this moment, Wang Zhengtian, the Tianjiao of Shenxuan Sect, also noticed the scratches on Li Pinghou's face. He jumped onto the stage and said calmly, "Are you okay?"

"fine."

Li Pinghou shook his head, but he still felt a little aggrieved. After all, he was a powerful cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but he was scratched on the cheek by a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator. This was obviously too embarrassing.

"You go down first, and leave the rest to me."

"Ah."

Li Pinghou nodded. He did not think that Wang Zhengtian would fail. As a fellow Divine Transformation expert, although Wang Zhengtian was only in the middle stage, his methods were slightly better than his own.

Facing Wang Teng, who was in the early stage of Spirit Transformation, there was naturally no problem.

As Li Pinghou left, Wang Teng also jumped onto the arena and bowed to Wang Zhengtian in front of him, saying, "Daoyou, please."

"please."

Wang Zhengtian had a look of sarcasm on his face. He was only in the initial stage of Spirit Transformation. In front of him, he was as fragile as an ant.

His body shook, and suddenly the whole square was shrouded in a huge and incredible divine consciousness. All the cultivators below the level of God Transformation gasped, and the Nascent Soul in their bodies became unusually unstable and trembled slightly.

"What a terrifying spiritual power! This boy's strength is definitely far beyond Wang Teng!"

Elder Lin Chen said with a serious expression.

Dan Yangzi did not say anything, but stared closely at the competition on the stage. He did not believe that his disciple would fail so easily.

After all, Wang Teng's talent is such that he is an extraordinary talent even if he is placed in the upper sect. Moreover, under the current circumstances, Wang Teng will definitely have his own response plan.

Wang Teng rolled up his sleeves, knowing full well that the opponent was stronger than him, but the world of cultivation was about rebirth from desperate situations and breakthroughs in adversity. Even if he was facing a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, Wang Teng did not look panicked at all.

He opened his mouth and spit out a purple light, and the purple fairy sword immediately appeared in his hand, with a strange purple light flashing on the fairy sword.

(End of this chapter)