This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

It was indeed Feng Tianming.

"I am here, Qing Ge, waiting for you," Feng Tianming said, his voice not loud, but it had an inexplicable piercing quality that instantly spread in all directions.

"Where is Qing Ge?" People looked around, searching for Qing Ge's figure.

Unbeknownst to them, their way of addressing Qing Ge had changed from the disdainful "son-in-law" to his actual name.

It's a law of the jungle, where the strong are respected.

Although they were deeply dissatisfied with Qing Ge's arrogance and provocative words, they at least started to recognize Qing Ge's strength.

At this moment, the sound of clear footsteps appeared.

The crowd turned their heads.

Many people saw Qing Ge for the first time.

"Although his appearance is ordinary, his demeanor is exceptionally extraordinary!" They commented.

Compared to Feng Tianming, "Qing Ge" did not seem imposing or handsome enough.

But the way he strode with his sword exuded a distinct and unique aura.

"I'm here." Lu Qingshan said, his legs kicking off, instantly leaping onto the vast dueling stage.

"Boom!"

Just as Lu Qingshan's figure stepped onto the dueling stage, Feng Tianming made his move, as if unwilling to waste any time.

In the forbidden air space of the Royal City, even on the dueling stage, Feng Tianming's figure shot towards Lu Qingshan, skimming close to the ground.

He held a golden long blade in his hand, and the blade erupted with dazzling light.

The crowd was shocked, "Feng Tianming is taking this so seriously, completely foregoing any formalities and going all out from the start. Is it possible that he sees Qing Ge as a formidable opponent? I thought he would have boundless confidence."

In many people's minds, although Qing Ge's performance was astonishing yesterday, they were still convinced that Feng Tianming, who hailed from the Royal City, would be stronger.

Seeing Feng Tianming's seriousness, they couldn't help but become nervous.

"No, this is just the habit of the prodigies. Once they make a move, they go all out, never underestimating their opponents. Only the weak are arrogant and complacent." Someone explained.

Meanwhile, Lu Qingshan's eyes were solemn, shining with divine light as he drew his sword.

Facing the divine light shot towards him, Feng Tianming sneered, focusing his mind and letting the divine light enter his body.

However, his mind remained unfazed, and the long blade in his hand stayed incredibly steady.

——If one didn't know Lu Qingshan had this method, it would be understandable to be caught off guard. But knowing it well and still getting beaten would be ridiculous!

He was well-prepared for Lu Qingshan's primordial spirit attack!

Lu Qingshan had also anticipated this result.

After all, it was just a crude divine sense attack. It could work as a surprise move, but against an equally strong opponent, how could it achieve merit?

His goal was merely to slightly disrupt Feng Tianming, making him unable to concentrate on his attack and causing him to be distracted by defending against primordial spirit attacks.

While Lu Qingshan divided his focus, the black blood in his hand already emerged with the power of the "Seven Extremes" mantra.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Five layers of acceleration, the sword light shimmered, its power amplified fivefold, facing the terrifying golden long blade.

Clang!

The next moment, a resounding metallic clash echoed between heaven and earth.

Blades and swords collided, trembling violently, as the sword light and blade light intertwined, dazzling bright.

Their figures brushed past each other, surrounded by powerful and astonishing demonic Qi, landing several dozen yards apart.

"Qing Ge's hand is shaking!" Someone observantly saw Qing Ge's hand gripping the sword was trembling slightly.

"He's at his limit. Although managing this far is commendable, the people of the King Realm are fundamentally incomparable to our Royal City's prodigies." Someone sighed, seemingly pitying Qing Ge but with an unmistakable tone of superiority.

"Yes, a mixed blood from the King Realm achieving such combat power is already impressive." Many agreed.

"No, look, Feng Tianming seems to be bleeding too." Someone noted that Feng Tianming's condition wasn't particularly positive either.

"How is that possible?!"

They looked over and saw a fine bloodstain on Feng Tianming's wrist from which blood was oozing.

A dark gold thread of sword light was just forced out from his wrist.

The sword thread, like a loach, swiftly returned to the sword "Black Blood" in Lu Qingshan's hand.

"That's his sword, what a powerful sword!" An elder from the Feng Palace said enviously, "A magical weapon nurtured by the War Demon Clan is extraordinarily powerful, truly enviable."

Feng Tianming's eyes also showed caution as he observed Lu Qingshan, who had just briefly exchanged blows with him.

He was only slightly injured.

In the recent exchange, he confirmed that Qing Ge's combat power was not as strong as his own.

But Qing Ge's demonic weapon was extremely potent and exceptional, hence injuring him.

Feng Tianming dared not be careless.

The War Demon Clan's innate "summoning" ability was well-known, and Lu Qingshan had yet to utilize it.

Currently, he had to guard against Lu Qingshan's primordial spirit attacks and the divine skills that could be summoned at any time, along with the sword threads from his demonic weapon.

His pressure was immense.

Moreover, if the intel was correct, Qing Ge still had the explosive means of the "Bing Syllable Mantra" unused.

"Truly troublesome," Feng Tianming muttered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

On the other side.

"His combat strength is stronger than mine." Lu Qingshan muttered.

Feng Tianming's blade attack was unimaginably powerful, containing violent explosive force, like a mountain.

After just one move, his wrist had a numbing sensation.

This was because in the clash of cultivation levels, he was at a disadvantage.

The cultivation level of half-step to Ten Flowers was not enough to bridge the gap with a high-level Demon General.

"It seems the limit of my strength is just this high-level Demon General, after all, there are too many restrictions." Lu Qingshan thought to himself.

Not being able to use the sword cultivator's techniques was one thing, but he couldn't even utilize the Demon Race's secret technique—the Bing Syllable Mantra.

Due to the restrictions of the Bing Syllable Mantra, the only entities he could currently awaken and summon were "Oblivion" and "Peach Blossom."

But the weapon Qing Ge could summon was "Black Blood."

To avoid exposing his identity, he absolutely couldn't use the Bing Syllable Mantra.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingshan frowned slightly.

He needed to fan the flames hotter, as he was laying the groundwork for his eventual grasp of the demonic sword.

Losing the battle was acceptable, but not too quickly.

Looking at the present situation, even if he managed to win this fight, continuing with subsequent battles and winning would be increasingly difficult.

After all, opponents were getting stronger continuously.

He needed to elevate his strength significantly within a short period.

However, his current strength had evidently reached the pinnacle of the Void Refinement Realm.

What other Void Refining Cultivator could slay sixth-grade beings like slaughtering dogs?

Therefore, without breaking through to the Divinity Transformation stage, further improvement seemed extremely difficult, if not greedy.

"Unless I could advance to the Ten Flowers stage..."

This was the only solution Lu Qingshan could think of.

He needed more Blood Spirit Crystals.

But Blood Spirit Crystals were exceedingly precious.

In unfamiliar territory, it was extremely hard to get his hands on such crystals.

Lu Qingshan was also quite helpless.

"Let's win this match first, and think about the rest later."

He lifted his gaze, watching as Feng Tianming once again charged at him, muttering secretly.