Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
If it wasn’t for the black-clothed man saving the situation, Nangong Aotian would have been burned to death by the flames he released.
The black-clothed man frowned as he looked at Victor and said coldly, “Kid, you’re really ruthless. If it wasn’t for me making a timely move, you wouldn’t have been able to leave the East Ocean Restaurant today.”
Victor smiled faintly and said, “Senior has long been prepared. I think you wouldn’t just sit back and watch the disciples of the Molten Spirit Peak die in the East Ocean Restaurant, right?”
The black-clothed man’s face stiffened, but he couldn’t think of any words to refute victor. In the end, he could only sigh heavily to express his dissatisfaction.
This young man was really bold. Was he certain that he would make a move?
However, this guy was able to discover me. At such a young age, his perception and vision weren’t bad.
The man in black was at the 12th level of the spirit gathering realm. Although he hadn’t reached the foundation establishment realm, he had seen some inspiration. Just now, he had hidden his aura and stood on the second floor, but he didn’t expect to be discovered by Victor.
The man in black looked deeply at Victor, then turned around and left.
At this time, a few of Nangong Aotian’s companions who had been knocked out by Victor had already woken up. They saw Nangong Aotian lying on the ground like a dead dog, and their necks shrunk.
They could only endure the headache, pull Nangong Aotian up, and leave dejectedly. They didn’t even dare to look at Victor.
The surrounding cultivators’ gazes fell on Victor, and they couldn’t hide the shock on their faces.
“An unrivaled sword aura. He actually has such strength at such a young age. That finger technique from before contained powerful spiritual power fluctuations. This kid’s cultivation technique’s level is definitely not low. I didn’t expect that there would be a genius in the outside world.”
The cultivator who spoke had reached the 13th level of the spirit gathering realm and was only one step away from the foundation establishment realm. Naturally, he was qualified to be evaluating.
“Don’t look down on him. He killed four cultivators at the peak of the sixth level of the spirit gathering realm simultaneously. The strength of his spiritual energy is shocking. His talent in spirit roots is definitely not low. I think even cultivators at the tenth level of the spirit gathering realm might not be his match.”
The cultivators of the East Ocean Restaurant used their spiritual power to talk among themselves. Some of them had already secretly memorized Victor’s appearance and were ready to report it to the distinguished families or sects they were familiar with.
At this moment, in a private room on the opposite floor of the East Ocean Restaurant, a man dressed in green was calmly drinking wine with an expressionless face. It was as if he did not just witness the fierce battle that happened across the street just now.
“He is Victor from the Qingyun Sect. Interesting.”
In front of the man dressed in green, there was another man dressed in white. His cultivation was at the eighth level of the spirit gathering realm, and he carried a long sword on his back.
“His cultivation strength is still at the half-step grandmaster level, which means that he is undefeatable below the tenth level of the spirit gathering stage. However, it is not so easy to deal with those above the tenth level,” the cultivator dressed in green said indifferently.
His name was Guo Feibai. He was the fifth generation successor of the Sword Hut and a participant in the competition.
Guo Feibai’s cultivation had reached the 12th level of the spirit gathering realm. His strength was first-class even in the Heavenly Sword Mountain.
“When one cultivates the way of the sword to the highest level, he can kill everything. No matter how strong his cultivation technique is, it will be over in an instant when he explodes.
“Although his talent in the sword principle is not weak, as long as he can not see through my sword’s force, he is absolutely no match for me!”
“Yes, unless his talent in the sword principle can surpass you, only then he can have the strength to fight you.”
The white-clothed man smiled. He knew that Guo Feibai’s talent in cultivation was extremely high.
The techniques and cultivation methods he commented on were rarely wrong. Even the Sword Hut’s master was full of praise for his foresight.
“You are a Sword Dao genius that is one in ten thousand. How can he compare to you?”
Guo Feibai did not respond to the white-clothed man’s flattery. He only had himself as his target. Even if it was someone from the Heavenly Sword Mountain, he would not put them in his eyes.
When Victor and Nangong Aotian were fighting, Feng Chen had already eaten a pill that replenished his qi and blood. He woke up just in time to witness the scene of Victor defeating Nangong Aotian.
After learning that Victor came from the outside world’s Qingyun Sect, Feng Chen felt a myriad of emotions.
The ten great cultivation families relied on the Heavenly Sword Mountain’s abundant resources and also had their family’s inheritance.
Feng Chen was also one of the Feng family’s outstanding figures. He didn’t expect to be saved by a genius from an outside world sect today.
Moreover, what made Feng Chen the most uncomfortable was that the other party’s age was much lower. He felt like he had lived like a dog all these years.
“Thank you, I am Feng Chen, a disciple of the Feng family of the Qiu Feng Mountain, one of the top ten distinguished families.” Feng Chen walked forward and cupped his fists to express his gratitude.
“Victor of the Qingyun Sect.” Victor nodded and replied.
Sitting back in her seat, Song Qianqian very naturally poured a bowl of Tiger Bone Soup for Victor. To her, the victory of Junior Elder Victor was inevitable.
Only then did Feng Chenshen notice that Song Qianqian had a cultivation of the sixth level of the spirit gathering realm. Her tender and beautiful appearance immediately shocked him.
The young girl in front of him was obviously young, but her cultivation was so high. How good was her aptitude?
Was she also from the Qingyun Sect? How could the Qingyun Sect in the outside world produce so many geniuses?
Because Victor’s body had grown over the past two years. His face was angular and had a sharp and hidden temperament. Anyone would believe that he was 17 years old.
However, Song Qianqian still looked a little immature. When he was the same age as Song Qianqian, he was only in the third level of the spirit gathering realm.
Especially the girl behind Feng Chen. When she saw Song Qianqian, she felt a sense of inferiority. When the two girls met, the comparison was not only about strength and talent, but also looks.
She had been defeated in all aspects. She sighed in her heart. If she had known earlier, she would not have come.
Feng Chen hid the shock in his heart and smiled at Song Qianqian in a friendly manner. In less than five years, this girl would become famous among the major sects in the outside world.
After the shock, Feng Chen felt a burning pain in his right arm. Knowing that his injury needed to be healed as soon as possible, he said without further delay.
“Brother Victor, if you are interested in playing around in this city, you can come to my Feng family as a guest. My Feng family will be at the Feng Ting Mountain at the Northern border of the Tianhuan Mountain range. Goodbye.”
After all, the competition was about to begin. As a participant of the Feng family, Feng Chen hurriedly returned to recover.
Heavenly Sword Mountain’s Molten Spirit Peak.
The mountain where the Molten Spirit Peak was located was filled with lush greenery and the fragrance of birds and flowers.
This was the work of the peak master of the Molten Spirit Peak, Nangong Aotian Zhan. He had paid a huge price to set up a magic array at the foot of the Molten Spirit Peak to block the invasion of the cold air from the high mountains, making the entire Molten Spirit Peak green all year round.
Just this magic array alone consumed tens of thousands of pure spirit stones every year. If placed in a small country, it was enough to bankrupt a large distinguished family.
Walking into Molten Spirit Peak, not only was there the sound of birds chirping and the fragrance of flowers, beautiful female cultivators could often be seen shuttling through the flowers.
On average, every male disciple of Molten Spirit Peak would have three to four female companions to cultivate with.