Chapter 871: Heaven Envy of Talent (3/2, April 1100 Vote Bonus Chapter)

The 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng knew about the 【False Weird Spirit Root】 and the Phoenix Organization!

Fang Yue was greatly surprised, but quickly understood—Jian Wufeng of the 【Heavenly Sword】, as a Yu-level powerhouse and Fourth Prince's subordinate, knowing some intelligence was only natural.

"Moreover, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng might even be a member of the Phoenix Organization…"

The moment this thought surfaced in Fang Yue's mind, it abruptly halted.

Because ahead, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng suddenly let out a few cold laughs, then shouted toward the surroundings.

"Come out! Stop hiding! You vermin of the Phoenix Organization! You deliberately caused chaos at Juan Niao Lou and lured me here just to take my head! If you want to take me down, you'll need at least three Heiyu to appear, or Feng Wang and Huang Hou themselves! No more hiding—your intentions have been exposed; hiding any longer is pointless!"

He… actually believed Fang Yue was a decoy sent by the Phoenix Organization, and that Qi Ba Jiu's series of actions at the Bing Ice Sect were merely pawns meant to draw him out and lure him here.

What an arrogant notion.

Yet, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng thought exactly that.

And what made it awkward was…

No matter how loudly he shouted, no one responded around him.

Because at this very moment, only he and Fang Yue stood here.

As if realizing this, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng fell silent and turned his gaze to Fang Yue.

"It seems… you truly came alone, challenging me with an egg against a stone."

"And what else?"

Fang Yue sneered.

"Very well. Then I shall now grant you a dignified end! I will make you utterly understand how absurd and ignorant it is to think your solitary strength can stop me!"

Boom!!

Dozens of sword intentions hummed like coiling dragons, wrapping around 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng.

The furious sword intentions nearly engulfed him, making him appear like a sword itself—a vertical sword.

Then, the sword moved!

Almost the instant Fang Yue sensed the chilling dread, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng was already before him.

In that instant, Fang Yue felt he faced not a man, but a sword—a wild sword controlled by furious consciousness!

The terrifying pressure made Fang Yue's whole body tremble, every hair on his skin standing upright.

But Fang Yue could still move!

With the aid of the 【Frozen】 Heart Method and 【Weird Transformation】!

At this moment, his strength had already shattered the human-level barrier, reaching Yun-level power!

Thus, he barely had the strength to fight back!

"Kong Bing Sword Art!!"

He roared inwardly as he swung the black sword condensed from the black disc in his hand.

The black sword rose from below, meeting Jian Wufeng's Heavenly Sword!

The two swords clashed…

Ding!!

The next instant, violent vibrations surged back through his hands, nearly forcing the sword from his grip.

At that moment, half of the black disc transformed into black tentacles, burrowing into Fang Yue's hands like clay to stabilize his stance and ultimately neutralize the shock.

The black cracks cracking across the black sword were swiftly repaired by the black tentacles.

Meanwhile, the remaining black disc became tentacles, their ends adhering to Fang Yue's back and their tips pressing into the ground to absorb the impact of Jian Wufeng's strike.

Only through these combined efforts did Fang Yue barely withstand Jian Wufeng's single strike!

But this was only surface-level—even though he blocked the strike's force, the residual vibrations still struck his internal organs, causing blood to trickle from his lips.

"You actually blocked my sword… you brat, just what are you…?"

【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng's eyes widened—he simply could not believe his true strike had been blocked by Fang Yue.

In his view, such a thing was nearly impossible!

This was not the casual use of fingernails or fingers to release sword qi—it was full power unleashed, true sword technique driving true sword qi, the full might of a Yu-level powerhouse!

A common Yun-level cultivator would have been obliterated under this strike.

Yet here stood this mere human-level brat…

When he snapped back to his senses, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng suddenly unleashed a staggering, overwhelming killing intent.

No other reason—he simply could not let Fang Yue live.

This child must not be allowed to survive!

Otherwise, he would become a great threat in the future!

As his will moved, Fang Yue felt his vision blur!

Whirr!!

Vast quantities of black particles suddenly exploded and shattered before his eyes, scattering like a spreading black curtain—everything was abrupt and unnatural.

Fang Yue felt himself being thrown backward, violently recoiling.

Only after crashing through several ancient trees did he stop, sliding down from the branches to the ground, covered in blood and in utter disarray.

In his line of sight, several strange creatures fled in panic, clearly frightened by the commotion.

Fang Yue slowly lowered his gaze and saw a tear in his clothing—a massive sword wound on his chest, blood continuously welling forth.

Only now did he remember.

Just now, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng had struck his second sword.

A second sword—faster, sharper, and more murderous than the first!

And this time, he had failed to block it.

Though he instinctively mobilized the power of his 【Ghost Spirit Root】, turning the black tentacles of the black roulette into a shield to block, the shield still shattered and he was injured, sent flying backward, his entire body plunging straight into Heavy Injury.

"So this is… the true gap between the second stage and a Rain-rank powerhouse…"

Fang Yue gripped his wound and let out a long sigh.

He was still… far from enough.

Pulling out a medicine bottle and pouring a pill down his throat, Fang Yue rapidly recovered his condition.

Looking at the gully of devastation he himself had carved out when sent flying, and at the figure walking over from afar, Fang Yue struggled to his feet and calmly regarded the man.

"I have to say, you little brat have really surprised me. Apart from those old monsters who are also at Rain rank, you are the first martial artist to last more than two moves under my hand!"

"It is also rare that, for the first time, I have brought out my true ability against a junior."

"Having taken that sword strike of mine, your current condition has already hit rock bottom. No need to struggle — let this sword of mine send you on your way!"

Though his words were lofty, 【Heavenly Sword】 Jian Wufeng felt something very strange.

Because, he could sense no fear from Fang Yue.

It was as if, he simply did not fear death, did not fear him!

When he truly walked up before Fang Yue, Jian Wufeng was certain — this was no illusion.

This youth truly had not felt the slightest bit of fear toward him!

Facing an existence of Rain rank and still able to remain neither overbearing nor obsequious, still able to resist stubbornly to such an extent — in terms of temperament alone, he was already a prodigy of the highest order. Add to that the fact that, though merely a Human-rank martial artist, he possessed the overwhelming strength of a Cloud-rank martial artist… what a pity! What a pity!

Truly a heaven-sent prodigy. What a shame this one does not serve me — otherwise, within a hundred years, the Heavenly Sword Sect would no longer need to cling to the Fourth Prince, and could stand on its own in Jingcheng, becoming the sole super-sect of Qing Guo!

(End of chapter)