The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

“And then?”

“And then? Don’t you know? Xiao Fangu once challenged Huo Yunjie but was suppressed, hahaha!”

“Now I remember. During the Divine Wind Sword Sect’s Sword Child promotion ceremony, Xiao Fangu challenged Huo Yunjie and was still suppressed, hahaha!”

“Is that really true?”

“Truly, absolutely. I’d be a dog if I lied to you.”

By now, many cultivators had converged atop the mountain peaks near Whitefloat City, some gathered together, discussing among themselves.

Others were digging up ancient tales, widely spreading them around.

Above the sky.

Listening to the people’s discussions, Xiao Fangu’s face turned ashen.

“Huo Yunjie… Humph!”

Xiao Fangu clenched his fists.

He admitted to himself that the gap between him and Huo Yunjie was growing wider, and to this day, he could no longer see his back.

This sense of powerlessness deeply struck Xiao Fangu.

“Don’t be discouraged, Junior Brother Xiao. I believe you can do it,” Xi Xinyu hurriedly comforted him.

Xiao Fangu’s spirits lifted slightly.

The two lowered their heads, looked down below, and waited for Dong Qiang’s arrival.

“Xiao Fangu, where are you?” Before long, a young voice came through, followed by a young man with an ordinary appearance and small eyes, striding through the air.

Behind him were many Liuyun Sect disciples.

Included among them was the round-faced female disciple, Pang Haiyun.

As for Xin Guangxuan, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Baihua Xiao at the summit of a Floating Mountain Peak, looking below.

As for Ye Feng, he sat in a deck chair beside them, looking down with an air of utter boredom.

Had he not been truly bored today, Ye Feng could not be bothered to watch Xiao Fangu’s challenge against Dong Qiang.

“Sect Master Ye, who do you think will win?”

Baihua Xiao slightly bowed and asked in a soft voice.

Although she was Xin Guangxuan’s Dual Cultivation Companion, and Xin Guangxuan had a good friendship with Ye Feng, she still had to approach Ye Feng with caution, as he was the imposing Sect Master Ye who held sway over the Mystique Kingdom and a Great Power of the Divine Origin Realm.

“Dong Qiang is most likely to win,”

said Ye Feng.

Others might not see it, but he could clearly tell that Dong Qiang was very strong. If placed in the Misty Sect, he would be powerful enough to dominate ninety percent of the disciples.

Of course, with his current strength, Dong Qiang was no match for the likes of Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Long Tianxing, or Qiao Jiaxi.

In the high sky.

“Dong Qiang, you’ve finally arrived. I, Xiao Fangu, a True Disciple of Qingyun Sect, at the peak of Element Gathering Realm’s second level, today, challenge you, the genius ranked ninety-first on the prodigy rankings.”

“Between us, we’ll only determine who is superior, not life and death.”

Xiao Fangu declared loudly.

He had no intention of a fight to the death with Dong Qiang.

Although confident in defeating Dong Qiang, he was aware that sparring was different from a life-and-death battle; a slip could easily result in his downfall.

Thus, he purposely mentioned they were only distinguishing skill levels.

The purpose was to remind Dong Qiang that this was a spar, not a duel to the death, urging him not to strike mercilessly.

“No problem,” Dong Qiang nodded.

He stood suspended in midair, his fists clenched, arms hanging naturally, his eyes bright and focused, watching Xiao Fangu from a distance.

“You make a move!”

Dong Qiang gave Xiao Fangu the chance to attack first, realizing that his opponent’s cultivation level wasn’t high.

“Are you belittling me?” Xiao Fangu’s face changed, “Heh, you think you can look down on others just because you’re ranked ninety-first on the prodigy rankings? Take this, the Nine-Turn Green Light Sword!”

Xiao Fangu’s left hand formed a spell while his right wielded the sword, striking down with all his might.

Rip!

As soon as this green sword light appeared, it rotated continuously nine times, each spin increasing its power by fifty percent. By the end, the sword light’s power was almost five times stronger, quite formidable.

“Is that all?”

Dong Qiang blinked, his face showing no fear, merely raising his golden fist and landing it on the sword light.

Crack!

The sword light crumbled apart.

The onlookers were all dumbstruck by this sight.

Especially Xiao Fangu, who was completely taken aback.

That was his strongest sword strike, comparable to Fourth Grade Spells in power, yet it was broken just like that?

This was entirely different from what he had expected!