100: Chapter 100 Teaching You Swordsmanship with a Tree Branch

"You... You're going to fight me with a tree branch?!"

Seeing Li Qingfeng's action, Zhao Ruoan was almost driven crazy with anger.

As the dignified Chief of Tianjian Peak and the inner sect's universally recognized number one Prodigy of the Dao of the Sword, wherever he went, wasn't he respectfully called Senior Brother Li?

Today, he was actually looked down upon by some wild brat who had popped out of nowhere using a broken tree branch that had just been snapped off!

This was even more unbearable for him than being slapped twice in the face!

"You're courting death!!"

Li Qingfeng was completely enraged, his white robes fluttering without any wind.

With a fierce stomp of his single foot on the ground, his entire person transformed into a cyan stream of light, man and sword merging as one, and he frantically thrust toward Zhao Ruoan.

"Heavenly River Sunset Sword! First Form, Milky Way Hanging Upside Down!"

Along with an angry roar from Li Qingfeng, an extremely dazzling white light erupted from the cyan spirit sword in his hand.

The moisture in the surrounding air was sucked dry in an instant, transforming into dense Sword Qi all over the sky, just like a silver waterfall pouring down from the Nine Heavens, enshrouding Zhao Ruoan in an overwhelming manner.

The power of this sword strike had already far exceeded the upper limit of the ordinary Pulse Condensation Realm Late Stage, touching the threshold of the half-step Divine Soul Realm!

Those surrounding Disciples of Tianjian Peak watched with fanatical faces and couldn't help cheering out loud.

"Senior Brother is mighty! This sword strike will definitely grind this arrogant brat into minced meat!"

Facing this aggressive and overwhelmingly approaching sword strike, Zhao Ruoan stood in place without even the slightest ripple on his face.

In the perception of his super Comprehension Ability and Ninth-Grade Immortal-Class talent, the Milky Way Hanging Upside Down that looked so majestic in front of him was simply like a leaky broken sieve, full of flaws everywhere.

What Sword Qi waterfall, it was purely wasting spiritual power on meaningless special effects, and its true lethality was scattered in a complete mess.

"A sword is not used like this."

Zhao Ruoan calmly uttered a sentence.

He did not mobilize the massive spiritual power of the Great Dao Scripture within his body, nor did he activate the Immortal Artifact ice soul placed inside his storage ring.

He simply channeled the Fifth-Order top-tier Sword Intent that he had comprehended from the sect-protecting sword-enlightenment stele at the peak of Qinghan Peak, along his arm, extremely naturally into the ordinary tree branch in his hand.

At this moment, the originally soft ordinary tree branch that still carried green leaves suddenly emitted an extremely crisp humming sound!

An ancient, vicissitudinous, and utterly sharp supreme Sword Intent that could not be described in words suddenly awakened from this broken tree branch!

Throughout the entire valley, all the wind stopped in an instant.

The spirit swords in the hands of the dozen or so surrounding Tianjian Peak Disciples, like subjects seeing a monarch, uncontrollably trembled and wailed wildly within their scabbards.

No matter how their masters used spiritual power to suppress them, they could not calm down!

"This... What kind of ghost thing is this?!"

The few Tianjian Peak Disciples standing at the very front were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and even the hands holding their swords were trembling.

And Li Qingfeng, who bore the brunt of it, felt it the deepest!

High up in the air, he only felt that what he was hacking toward was not a person at all, but a peerless divine sword that could split heaven and earth!

His proud Sword Qi waterfall melted, disintegrated, and vanished without a trace in an instant like snowflakes hitting a red-hot iron block the moment it touched the formless Sword Intent emitted from the opponent's tree branch, without stirring up the slightest ripple!

"How is that possible?!"

Li Qingfeng's eyeballs were about to burst, and he screamed frantically in his heart.

But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be fired; gritting his teeth, he forced every last bit of spiritual power left in his body into the spirit sword, viciously thrusting toward Zhao Ruoan's throat.

Zhao Ruoan raised his right arm.

The tree branch in his hand did not stir up the slightest gorgeous light and shadow, nor did it emit any earth-shattering power; it simply, extremely plainly, and extremely simply flicked upwards from bottom to top.

"Break."

A single word spat out from Zhao Ruoan's mouth.

The tip of the tree branch extremely accurately tapped a position three inches off the most fragile sword tip of Li Qingfeng's cyan spirit sword.

"Clang—!!"

There was no explosion, no wave of Qi.

But the Low Grade spirit sword personally bestowed by the Master of Tianjian Peak in Li Qingfeng's hand emitted an extremely desperate wail the instant it made contact with the tree branch.

Countless fine cracks spread instantly across the incomparably hard sword body from the spot where it was tapped, just like a French window hit by gravel!

"Clatter!"

Amid everyone's ghost-seeing gazes, that priceless spirit sword was forcefully shattered into hundreds of pieces of scrap iron the size of fingernails, clattering down into the muddy water below!

And the tree branch in Zhao Ruoan's hand didn't lose even a single leaf!

The lingering trace of Fifth-Order Sword Intent on the tree branch surged domineeringly into Li Qingfeng's body along the shattered sword body.

Struck as if by lightning, Li Qingfeng's entire body suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and then, like a punctured balloon, he spewed blood frantically, flying backward at five times the speed he had charged over.

Along the way, he smashed and broke two boulders on the edge of the cold pool, finally slamming heavily against the cliff behind him, so embedded that he couldn't even be pried down.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Throughout the entire valley, only the sound of the water in the cold pool gently rippling with the breeze remained.

The remaining dozen or so elite Disciples of Tianjian Peak all stood in place blankly, as if cast with an immobilization spell.

They looked at Senior Brother Li in front of them holding only a bare hilt in his hand, and then looked at the burlap-clad youth standing opposite who was picking his teeth with a tree branch, their minds left with only a blank slate.

One move.

Only a single move!

No spiritual power was used, no divine weapon was used, and not even a real sword was used!

Relying solely on a casual broken tree branch picked off at random, he tapped and shattered the sword of Tianjian Peak's chief senior Disciple, instantly obliterating the person!

Is he even human?!

Where on earth did this old monster pretending to be young pop out from?!

"Tsk, boring."

Zhao Ruoan casually threw that tree branch onto the ground, shook his head, and said, "I thought the Chief of Tianjian Peak could give me a little surprise, but as it turns out, he couldn't even withstand ten percent of my Sword Intent. Reputation truly surpasses reality."

Having said that, without even looking at those trembling Disciples of Tianjian Peak, he walked straight toward the black boulder in the middle of the cold pool.

Reaching out, he carefully plucked all three xuanling fruits that exuded a rich fragrance and silver halo, placed them into a jade box specially used for preserving medicinal herbs, and tucked it securely into his bosom.

After finishing all this, Zhao Ruoan finally turned around and waved at Qiuyin and Xiamo, who were standing dazed on the shore.

"What are you looking at? Hurry over and get to work!

Collect the Storage Pouch and point tokens of this Senior Brother Li and all these people for me!

Don't leave a single copper coin behind for them!"