Extreme Spirit Chaos Technique

But when everyone saw the look in Chen Wenfu’s eyes, they were all stunned. Was this still the proud and arrogant Chen Wenfu, the Patriarch of the Chen Family? He now looked like a dejected beggar, staring blankly at the people around him. He truly felt as if he were in a dream. A matter that should have been effortless had become incredibly complex due to one unforeseen event after another.

Seeing Chen Wenfu’s state, Elder Fei Yun’s anger flared. Throughout the entire Xuanling Empire, no one dared to disrespect him. To think that in this tiny, remote town, someone had openly tried to kill the person he was supposed to protect, right in front of him! And this person was a mere Martial Master! This was undoubtedly a vicious slap to his face.

"Brat, very good! You’re the first person to show such disrespect to me, Elder Fei Yun! Now die!"

As he spoke, Elder Fei Yun raised his right arm and splayed his fingers, his palm locking onto the Mu Family members below. With a sudden flash from his palm, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi began to gather in his hand at a terrifying speed. In just an instant, a powerful fluctuation of Primordial Power emanated from his hand as seven blue Martial Rings flashed into existence at his feet. A Seventh-Ring Martial Sect!

Under Elder Fei Yun’s oppressive aura, the Mu Family members were unable to move an inch. They could only watch helplessly as the Elder finished charging his Combat Skill.

"You should be proud enough to die by this Combat Skill of mine! Earthquake Palm!"

With that, a thick beam of light, like one from an Elemental Power Cannon, shot from Elder Fei Yun’s hand. The target was none other than Mu Chen, and beside him stood the high-ranking elders of the Mu Family. If all went according to plan, this single strike would completely wipe out the family’s entire upper echelon.

A smile had already appeared on Li Zongtang’s face, as if the Mu Family was about to vanish from Luofeng City. But just then, a golden light descended from the sky. No one saw clearly what the golden radiance was, but with a single flash, countless streams of golden Sword Qi shot out from within. This Sword Qi weaved and interlaced in midair, instantly forming a huge, intricate golden net. The net pierced through the beam of light, emitting a series of slicing sounds. As the sounds faded, the entire beam dissipated into a sky full of twinkling specks and vanished into the air.

This sudden phenomenon left Elder Fei Yun at a complete loss. He stared blankly at the figure enveloped in golden light—and of course, he wasn’t the only one.

Just what kind of person could use Sword Qi to completely shred condensed Primordial Power? Everyone was pondering the same question.

At that moment, Mu Chen regained consciousness thanks to the restorative effects of the White Dragon Cauldron. A sharp pain from his chest made him groan softly. Mu Bingling had been watching him the entire time, so she was the first to notice he was awake.

"You’re awake! Are you okay? Does it hurt badly anywhere?" Her three rapid-fire questions revealed the depth of Mu Bingling’s concern.

Seeing Mu Bingling’s eyes, which were clearly puffy from crying, warmed Mu Chen’s heart. "Thankfully, my body is strong enough. I’m fine for now, but my chest still hurts a bit!" The moment the words were out, he winced in pain. He had spoken too quickly and aggravated his wound.

Mu Bingling quickly covered Mu Chen’s mouth. "Alright, as long as you’re okay. Don’t talk anymore, or you’ll aggravate the wound again."

Seeing Mu Bingling’s anxious expression, Mu Chen’s heart felt warm. However, when he turned his head to look at the sky, a golden figure caught his attention. As he looked at the golden figure, their eyes met.

Suddenly, with a whoosh, the golden figure landed beside Mu Chen. As she relaxed, the golden light around her body instantly receded, revealing the face of a woman to everyone present.

"Instructor Ling Yun!" Mu Chen and Mu Bingling exclaimed in unison.

Indeed, the golden figure was Lingyun, who had teleported over in a hurry. Lingyun nodded at Mu Chen and Mu Bingling, but her brow furrowed upon seeing Mu Chen’s pale face, and her expression turned incredibly grim. As an Elder of the Huayang Sect, she could, of course, sense the Martial Artist Realm of his attacker from the residual Primordial Power fluctuations on his chest.

She immediately looked up angrily at Fei Yun in the air and said in a cold voice, "Did you do this to him?"

By now, Fei Yun could see the newcomer’s face clearly. Her words made him pause for a moment before he chuckled and said, "Well, well, if it isn’t Elder Lingyun? Are you just passing through as well?"

Lingyun remained expressionless and repeated in a cold voice, "I asked you a question. Did you do this to him?"

At her words, Fei Yun’s brow furrowed. Lingyun’s tone was finally starting to get on his nerves. He sneered, "So what if I did? Do I, Fei Yun, need to report my actions to you? Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re an Elder of the Huayang Sect. At the end of the day, you’re just a newly-appointed Elder. What gives you the right to speak to me in that tone?"

"Heh..." Lingyun chuckled and shook her head. "You have truly dug your own grave. Since you dared to lay a hand on him, then don’t blame me for disregarding the bonds of our shared sect."

"Haha! That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard! Who the hell do you think you are? Aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue with such big words? Today, I, Fei Yun, would like to see just how you’ll ’disregard the bonds of our sect.’" As he spoke, a massive amount of Primordial Power surged from his body, forming a white Qi Vortex Gang Wind around him. This was the signature skill of a Martial Sect, the special ability that set them apart from Martial Artists of other realms—the Primordial Qi Gang Wind.

At this point, it is worth introducing the distinctions between the realms for a Martial Artist beyond Grand Martial Master. A Martial Spirit must use their own Primordial Power for Walking on Air, a method that is slow, lacks agility, and has massive energy consumption. A Martial King, on the other hand, possesses Elemental Wings, which are fast and highly agile, consume no Primordial Power, and are white in color. A Martial Sect has blue wings, but at this realm, attribute martial artists will display their own unique wing colors. Furthermore, they have one more major characteristic: Martial Sects possess a common Combat Skill, the Primordial Qi Gang Wind. It is a Defense Type Combat Skill, marking a major milestone: the first time a Martial Artist develops an external defense. A Martial Emperor also has a special, common Combat Skill: Elemental Armor. This signifies the advent of Elemental Power Materialization, with a defensive strength that surpasses the Primordial Qi Gang Wind by countless times. As for the realms beyond that, they represent a true watershed in the Martial Artist Realm.

Although Lingyun was an Elder of the Huayang Sect, she spent all her time in secluded Cultivation, locked in her room, only showing her face for important meetings or major events. It was due to this diligence that Lingyun had reached the realm of a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect at the young age of twenty-eight. But this came with a drawback: she became a recluse. This solitary nature had not only left her without a partner at twenty-eight, but her long-term lack of interaction with others meant that people naturally didn’t take her seriously. One could say that almost no one in the Huayang Sect knew Lingyun’s true strength, and Elder Fei Yun was one of the many Elders who looked down on her.

Seeing the seven flashing blue Martial Rings at Fei Yun’s feet, Lingyun suddenly smiled, a very bright smile. "Elder Fei Yun, it’s not that I’m looking down on you, but for you to shamelessly use the power of a Seventh-Ring Martial Sect to try and kill an Eighth-Ring Martial Master... That’s not even the most baffling part. What truly baffles me is that even with such a vastly superior realm, you still failed to kill him. That’s simply unbelievable. Moreover, judging from the Primordial Power fluctuations on Mu Chen, you even used one hundred percent of your strength. Tsk, tsk... It seems Elder Fei Yun is all rank and no substance."

Elder Fei Yun laughed from pure rage. "Is that so? In that case, I’ll have to properly teach a newcomer like you a lesson. Don’t end up sprawled on the ground like that brat over there, unable to even withstand a single move from me."

"Heh..."

Lingyun smiled faintly. As everyone watched, she flicked her wrist, and a massive sword appeared in her hand. The sword was about three meters long and half a meter wide. It had no sharp Sword Blade, no blood groove, and even its tip was flat and blunt. The entire body of the sword was bronze-colored, but mottled with dark brown spots, as if it had been sealed away for ages and had rusted over.

Looking at its hilt, Mu Chen saw it was the longest Sword Hilt he had ever laid eyes on, a full meter long. The hilt was tightly wrapped in black bandages, looking almost like some kind of Seal. Several black Locking Chains were also crisscrossed around this enormous Wide Blade Giant Sword, giving it an incredibly imposing aura.

When Fei Yun saw this Wide Blade Giant Sword, he subconsciously felt a sense of familiarity, but for the life of him, he couldn’t recall what it was. The moment he laid eyes on the Giant Blade, however, he instinctively felt a sliver of pressure. Just in case, Fei Yun’s ring flashed and a great saber appeared in his hand. The saber was crimson, with a Golden Dragon carved upon it. The Dragon Tail formed the hilt, the Dragon Body was the spine of the blade, and the dragon’s head was its tip. Only after grasping the saber did Fei Yun regain a sense of calm.

"Mu Chen, watching a battle between the strong will be of great help to your comprehension of the Martial Artist Realm. Now, I will show you what a battle between Martial Sects looks like."

As she finished speaking, a pair of golden Elemental Wings materialized on Lingyun’s back with a WHOOSH. A change in the color of one’s Elemental Wings was the symbol of a Martial Sect, and the golden color indicated that this Martial Artist possessed the Gold Attribute.

Fei Yun froze, but before he could react, Lingyun’s figure had already vanished. As a fellow Martial Sect, Fei Yun could naturally sense the spatial fluctuations. He slid several meters through the air just as a massive black shadow whistled past the spot where he had been standing. Mu Chen only had enough time to recognize the shadow as the Giant Blade before it vanished into space once more.

Fei Yun dodged again, but in the same instant, he raised his saber and viciously swung it behind him.

CLANG!

A crisp sound of metal colliding echoed from the sky, followed by a powerful shockwave of Primordial Power. Fei Yun was thrown back two steps, while Lingyun’s figure was forced out of the void.

No one below had clearly seen what the two had just done. They exchanged a glance and vanished into the void once more. Just then, Mu Chen’s eyes snapped open. His purple, slitted pupils radiated a primeval will that seemed to descend from the heavens. His Purple Sky Demon Pupils began to rapidly revolve...