The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 269 - 265: Confused Heart? (2)

"Look, what is that?"

"My heavens! A cyan surfing cloud?"

"What the hell! How can an anomalous green light like that appear in the sacred grounds of the Buddha Light Cloud Sea?"

"Quick, take a picture!"

"Is this related to the Golden Summit being sealed off today?"

「Below the middle of Emei Mountain.」

As the strange green light appeared, countless tourists looked up and cried out in astonishment. A vision of a great, azure wave carving through the sky was something that had never appeared even in fantasy epics! Yet here it was, bizarrely sweeping through the clouds of the Golden Summit Sacred Land?

What was going on?

In an instant, innumerable tourists began rushing up the mountain, completely ignoring the lockdown order. In the end, military police, dispatched by their superiors, had to form a human wall to stop them.

The reaction of the many Martial Artists was not much different from that of the tourists. At the sight of the Divine Skill—the Qingyun Blade—unleashed by Qin Fan, they all stared with eyes wide in disbelief. Amid their stunned shock, the Qingyun Blade surged forward unstoppably, driven by an endless tide of Vast Energy. Beneath the blade, every branch and leaf it grazed turned to ash and scattered into the sky. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

This scene stunned the crowd of Martial Artists. Even Hua Xiaotian showed an expression of shock he had not worn in a long time.

"The title of Young Grandmaster is truly well-deserved! To manifest such grand Divine Skills while not yet twenty years old... In all my life, I, Lan, have never heard of such a prodigious youth in this world! You entered the Transformation Realm, ascended to Grandmaster, and even mastered the art of forming a blade from your fingertips and condensing a chasm of illusory clouds—all at such a young age. In time, I fear no one in the world would be your match.

"But unfortunately for you, you met me. This proves the Heavenly Dao will not allow a heaven-defying being like you to exist. Today, I shall act on its behalf and erase a youthful monster like you from this world!"

Facing the nine-layered assault of the Qingyun Blade, Lan Xiaosheng's face took on an unprecedented solemnity. A flash of horror crossed his eyes, swiftly replaced by an even firmer resolve to kill Qin Fan. This era could only be his; he would not permit any challengers to exist. At this point, even if there was no blood feud between them over the deaths of his son and son-in-law, he was absolutely determined to eliminate this potential threat.

With a grave tone, Lan Xiaosheng, dressed in a loose, long-sleeved hemp robe, began to wave his sleeves.

As his sleeves danced, the sea of clouds beneath his feet suddenly churned, surging violently and melding together. In the span of a single breath, an astonishing and impossibly vast wall of clouds instantly solidified before him. The holy white wall rolled and churned like a vortex, standing firm against the sweeping, nine-layered Qingyun Blade.

At the same time, Qin Fan no longer remained on the cliff's edge. Following closely behind the sweeping Qingyun Blade, he leaped into the air. The bones throughout his body crackled as he launched himself forward. He channeled every ounce of True Qi he possessed. His entire body tensed with the flow of True Qi, seeming to merge as one with the air itself.

Thousand-mile Killing Sword!

In that moment, he was like a legendary, blood-drinking sword, finally unsheathed after being sealed in dust for an eternity.

His body became the sword! The sword became his body!

With cold arrogance, he shot toward Lan Xiaosheng, who was perched on the tree branches, right behind the advancing Qingyun Heavenly Chasm.

"Disperse!" Lan Xiaosheng roared, not daring to be careless as he saw Qin Fan's attack drawing near.

In his eyes, the Qin Fan of this moment was no different from Hua Xiaotian. He was not to be, and could not be, underestimated.

With a great shout to the heavens, a torrential wave of Inner Strength burst from his body. Extending his hands flat, he thrust them upward. Instantly, the massive wall of clouds surged forward to meet the Qingyun Blade.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion echoed through the air.

The Qingyun Blade had smashed into the swirling wall of clouds. In that single collision, both forces immediately burst apart, dissipating into nothingness.

Clouds colliding with clouds could actually produce a sound?

Just how terrifying had their Qi Force become? Was this still a Martial Arts Divine Power? No, this was an Immortal Technique!

After the impact, the sea of clouds calmed and returned to its original state. All the Martial Artists witnessing this pinnacle battle of the Martial Arts stood wide-eyed and speechless, as if they were hallucinating.

By this time, Qin Fan's body had already closed to within three meters of Lan Xiaosheng. Leaping forward with an emotionless expression, he brought his hands together, his fingers forming a sword sign.

"Cangqiong Void Sword! First Form, Leaving the Sect!" he shouted, his voice booming as he descended from above.

A sword of pure True Yuan took shape, formed from Qi itself—illusory yet real, real yet illusory—and descended upon Lan Xiaosheng.

Facing the oppressive Qi Sword, Lan Xiaosheng snorted with a cold smile. His figure blurred, teleporting in a flash and causing the Void Sword to strike nothing but air with a thunderous rush.

The first sword missed; a second sword immediately followed.

"Second Form, Tong Xuan!"

Lan Xiaosheng continued to dodge, the cold sneer on his face only deepening.

"Third Form, Entering Realm!"

Amidst the sea of clouds, Qin Fan unleashed one Qi Sword after another. But against Lan Xiaosheng's untraceable, fleeting movements, each sword was doomed to miss. Yet, despite this, he continued to swing the Cangqiong Void Sword, form after form, without faltering.

Seeing Qin Fan wasting his Inner Strength on these futile attacks, the distant Martial Artists began to shake their heads.

"He's getting desperate!"

"He's still too young, after all. A Young Grandmaster with heaven-defying Cultivation, but his state of mind is still not stable enough!"

"It's hardly surprising. To be able to hold on this long against a Grandmaster at the peak of Great Success like Lan Xiaosheng is already a miracle."

"His mind is in chaos. It won't be long before his flaws are exposed! It seems his defeat is imminent. Perhaps Lan Xiaosheng will only need one more strike to end this unprecedented, life-or-death battle!"

As they sighed and shook their heads, it seemed everyone could foresee what was coming. It would be nothing more than Qin Fan exhausting his Inner Strength on useless moves, after which Lan Xiaosheng would find an opening and end the fight with one of his ultimate techniques.

But Hua Xiaotian, who disagreed, furrowed his brows tightly.

Panicking? Could someone who panics so easily have reached the rank of Grandmaster in his youth? Would a Grandmaster continue to deplete his Inner Strength just to vent his emotions, knowing it was futile? Is that even possible? In his heart, Hua Xiaotian couldn't believe Qin Fan would be so reckless. But what other explanation could there be?

Hua Xiaotian couldn't figure it out, and his brow furrowed even deeper.

"Fourth Form, Transformation Gang!"

"Fifth Form, Detaching Spirit!"

Amidst a sea of disapproving, shaking heads, Qin Fan did not stop.

Sword after sword missed, but sword after sword followed.

"Hah, I'd like to see how many more swords you can muster!" Lan Xiaosheng taunted with a mocking laugh, continuously teleporting to new positions.

Suddenly, he felt he had overestimated Qin Fan. What did it matter if one's Martial Arts were heaven-defying? A youth was still a youth! That kind of mentality might work for bullying novices, but in a pinnacle battle of life and death? He was just asking to die!

Ignoring Lan Xiaosheng's taunts, Qin Fan's expression grew increasingly grave. Each sword he unleashed was fiercer than the one before.

"Sixth Form!"

"Seventh Form!"

"Eighth Form!"

After executing the eighth form, Qin Fan paused for a moment.

Seizing the opening, Lan Xiaosheng huffed, "Finished, are you?! Then it's my turn!"