Chapter 314

But right now, this is the training ground; there is simply nowhere to hide!

Otherwise, one could still rely on movement techniques to wait for an opportunity!

"Damn it, what sword technique is this? Heaven Rank? How can it be so strong?"

Jie Luo roared inwardly.

He could not bear that the palm technique he had painstakingly cultivated to perfection

was actually so fragile!

But reality has always been ruthless and full of harsh truths.

Boom!

The Sword Piercing the Heavens descended.

The training ground shook!

In an instant, dust and smoke rose on all sides.

Only when the dust and smoke dispersed did the scene within reveal itself.

Jie Luo still stood in the same spot.

But his appearance was miserable; his body was covered in sword marks, as if ravaged by countless sword qi, with blood flowing without end.

Beside him lay a shocking sight.

It was a massive trench.

Like a great fissure!

The Sword Piercing the Heavens remained embedded within it; that terrifying killing intent, even from a great distance, still froze the spine and the spirit!

It was as if an endless sea of blood lay before one's eyes, with corpses strewn across the land!

Many people were even so frightened that they stood up from their chairs, sweating profusely.

Ugh!

Jie Luo spat out a mouthful of blood.

His figure staggered, then his knees gave way, and he actually knelt down.

And the direction was straight toward Meng Changqing.

"You!"

Jie Luo felt shock and rage mingled in his heart.

But there was no way out.

He knew that single sword strike was enough to kill him; Meng Changqing had held back.

The sword technique had just grazed past him.

Yet even so, he still could not fully endure it and suffered severe injuries.

Most crucially, that killing intent was like a parasite attached to the bone, constantly affecting his spirit!

Making his mood irritable, his qi and blood chaotic, and his true essence somewhat difficult to stabilize.

Thus, he could not control his entire body.

Meng Changqing's expression did not change; he was indifferent and ruthless.

He moved his mind slightly.

The Sword Piercing the Heavens shattered, turning into infinite gray sword light, and returned to the sword mark on his fingertip.

This was not the strongest move of the sword art.

It could only be called mid-tier.

But it was already beyond what ordinary High-grade Earth Rank martial techniques could counter.

Moreover, when he used it, he also activated the "Linglong Daluo Sky," amplifying a portion of his true essence.

That made it even more impossible for Jie Luo to resist.

"Perhaps relying on just this move alone is enough to enter the top ten."

Meng Changqing lowered his hand.

The temperament of his entire person also returned to a calm state.

He looked like just an ordinary young master from a noble family, with a handsome face and harmless appearance.

Compared to the look of a killer just now, he was truly a different person.

"The winner: Xuan Sect, Meng Changqing."

The adjudicator of the Wanxiang Pavilion snapped out of his daze and immediately spoke.

"Young Master!!!"

"Long live the Young Master!"

The Meng clan members were the first to react, immediately shouting excitedly.

They even kept winking and making faces at those around them.

As if to say:

Look at your poor judgment.

Our Young Master is this strong, yet you were certain of defeat?

Jie Luo, whom you claimed was ranked twenty-seventh, was also defeated in a single move, wasn't he?!

Those who had spoken just now suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

But this matter could not be blamed on them.

Who else was to blame but that Meng Changqing's fame was not as high as Jie Luo's?

Their understanding of him was not deep either.

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Hmph!

High on the platform, Duanmu Yang's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and his right hand directly smashed the table beside him.

Obvious anger was visible in his eyes.

This was Jie Luo.

A prospect almost certain to enter the top thirty of the Martial Assembly.

Yet he fell here so early!

In an instant, he looked toward the Xuantai Sect, about to say, "You hide so deeply; you actually have a disciple who has mastered the Spirit Saint Slaughter Sword Art!"

However, where his gaze fell,

he discovered that the several peak masters of the Xuantai Sect, including Xi Yingqing, all wore expressions of slight surprise.

Clearly, they did not know either.

Then it was a sudden rise, a dark horse!

"Damn it!"

"Could it truly be that Heaven favors the Xuantai?"

Duanmu Yang and Qin Hong, the master of the Juling Sect, exchanged a glance; their gazes both grew solemn.

Although only a few rounds had passed, it was not a good omen.

"Master, was that the Spirit Saint Slaughter Sword Art?"

Mo Xiaoyu came to his senses, hurriedly tugging at Mo Shukuang's sleeve and asking anxiously.

"It... is."

Mo Shukuang took a deep breath.

He knew Meng Zhangqing cultivated this sword art, since it was taught by Yun Buju, but he never expected that in such a short time, Meng Zhangqing had actually perfected it!

This was truly somewhat exaggerated!

Were the four layers of creatures in the Punishment Peak enough on their own?

But thinking of Meng Zhangqing's comprehension, plus the fact that he had already realized... it seemed one could barely understand.

Subconsciously, Mo Shukuang looked at the other peak masters.

Everyone nodded slightly.

"Just how much is this young man hiding?"

A smile inevitably appeared on Mo Shukuang's face.

And the other outstanding disciples finally understood at this moment why the Zhang Sect had praised him so highly in the Sect Master's Hall.

The Spirit Saint Slaughter Sword Art is a first-rate existence among the Zong Sect's Earth-grade martial techniques.