bookcurios Chapter 1927
Chapter 1927
The Beiming Sword is Chen Xuan's natal magic weapon, which he painstakingly crafted over hundreds of years using rare materials.
The sword has long since shed its initial ordinary iron essence, transforming into a pinnacle of celestial-grade magic treasures—
The Dao patterns inside the sword are interwoven like a galaxy, condensed to the extreme. In the cold light flowing from the blade, one can even vaguely see fragments of the Dao of the Ultimate Realm rising and falling. If it takes another step forward, it will transform into a Pure Yang Divine Sword that can shake the world.
Even so, this sword has yet to develop the spirit of a magical artifact, but Chen Xuan's regard for and expectations of it far surpass those of any other treasure he possesses.
The moment both sides unleashed their magical weapons, Cang Xuan Yue had no more hesitation and launched a fierce attack first—he gripped the dragon scale gloves tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his arms suddenly exerted force, slamming them down towards Chen Xuan.
The five dragon-snake phantoms wrapped around the gloves instantly swelled several times in size, transforming into five golden streams of light. They carried an aura that could devour heaven and earth, and pounced on Chen Xuan like arrows released from a bow. Wherever they passed, the air was scorched and made a "sizzling" sound.
Chen Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the Northern Darkness Divine Sword drew a perfect arc in his palm. The black aura on the sword suddenly surged, sweeping out like an inky tide.
"clang--!"
The clanging of metal reverberated so loudly that the entire open space trembled slightly, and as the sound waves spread, even the pebbles on the ground were shaken into the air.
Chen Xuan's arm went slightly numb, and he immediately felt the formidable pressure from Cang Xuan Yue's attack. However, his mind was clear as a mirror: relying solely on the sword path he was currently displaying, it was indeed difficult to suppress his opponent. But it wasn't that he didn't have stronger methods; he just didn't want to expose his trump card, the Extreme Sword Technique, to everyone's sight too early.
In the ensuing confrontation, Chen Xuan deliberately held back most of his strength.
He neither used the ultimate sword techniques nor employed his divine body abilities or his own immortal energy. He merely relied on the top-tier swordsmanship he had learned in the Daoist Canon Hall of the Heartless Holy Land, combined with the Northern Darkness Divine Sword, to barely manage to hold his own.
Under such deliberate suppression, he quickly fell into a disadvantageous position, his sword moves gradually became somewhat chaotic, and he was forced into dangerous situations several times by Cang Xuan Yue's palm winds, looking quite disheveled.
"Pfft!" In the final clash, Cang Xuan Yue's dragon scale gloves grazed the spine of the Bei Ming Divine Sword, and the residual force of her palm strike landed heavily on Chen Xuan's shoulder.
Chen Xuan took three steps back, staggering as he steadied himself. He glanced down at the slightly reddened fabric on his shoulder, then sheathed his sword, bowed to Cang Xuan Yue, and said frankly, "Senior Brother Xuan Yue is very strong. I have lost."
However, even before the sparring match, Chen Xuan had already made it clear that he did not care about the ranking of the Holy Sons. This decisive "defeat" left Cang Xuan Yue frozen in place, her face turning pale and then red, filled with unspeakable humiliation.
He knew better than anyone how hard-won his "victory" was—Chen Xuan had not activated any divine physical phenomena, had not revealed any immortal energy enhancements, and had not used any of his trump cards in the battle.
He himself had already used all the means at his disposal, except for the last divine body phenomenon which he dared not use easily, and only then did he barely win by half a move.
“No… From now on, I should address you as Senior Brother Chen Xuan. It is my presumption.” Cang Xuan Yue took a deep breath, her tone full of reverence, and bowed slightly to Chen Xuan, uttering these heartfelt words.
When Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian were promoted to Holy Sons, he was filled with resentment. He had devoted thousands of years of hard work and countless efforts to achieve the position of Holy Son, while these two newly initiated disciples were able to ascend to the top in one step and achieve what he had sought for thousands of years. This disparity made it difficult for him to accept.
But after today's exchange, he was truly convinced.
Chen Xuan chuckled upon hearing this and waved his hand, saying, "Senior Brother Xuan Yue, there's no need for that. Your palm technique is nearing perfection, just one step away from being fully mastered. If we were to fight again then, I'm afraid it would be even more difficult for me to deal with your combined attacks."