93: My Godly Father (Twenty-Four)

That young Spirit King was named Yao Chen.

Everyone present could feel that the Aura he exuded was far beyond what a Cultivator who had just entered the Spirit King Realm could compare to.

His spiritual power was as vast and surging as rivers and oceans, almost overflowing, yet it mysteriously stopped at the first level of the Spirit King Realm.

This was clearly a suppression of his cultivation.

However, his Divine Body, born with circulating Dao charm and divine radiance, was terrifying even at the first level of the Spirit King Realm.

His true cultivation was likely at a higher level of the Spirit King Realm, perhaps even not far from the Earth Spirit Realm.

Such a Heaven-blessed Prodigy was enough to dominate an era.

Quan Yun's expression, for the first time, became solemn.

He was able to fight above his Realm by relying on his combat experience, which far surpassed ordinary people, and his ultimate comprehension of the 'Sever' technique.

But the opponent before him was also a Prodigy among Prodigies. Even if the opponent suppressed his cultivation, he was still one major Realm higher, and moreover, possessed a Divine Body.

In this battle, he had no certainty of victory.

"Yaoguang Blessed Land, Yao Chen."

The Divine Body youth spoke, his voice calm, yet exuding absolute confidence.

"Cangjian Blessed Land, Quan Yun."

Quan Yun replied, gripping the wooden sword in his hand.

Yao Chen had no superfluous words; he raised his hand. The Divine Power within his body surged, which was the Divine Ability inherent to his Divine Body — Spirit Light Transformation.

The might of the Divine Body was fully displayed. Amidst the flowing radiance, a light sword, composed entirely of pure spiritual power and Laws, rapidly condensed in his hand, emitting a dazzling light that made people dare not look directly at it.

"Please."

He took a step, and his figure instantly vanished from his original spot.

The next moment, an incomparably dazzling sword light appeared before Quan Yun.

Too fast.

So fast that it surpassed the reaction limit of a Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivator.

Quan Yun's heart was startled.

He did not retreat; he also unleashed a sword strike.

It was still that unremarkable 'Sever,' without any Aura.

"Clang!"

The wooden sword collided with the light sword, emitting a crisp clang of metal.

Quan Yun only felt an unimaginable immense force coming from the sword body, and his entire person uncontrollably slid back dozens of feet, plowing two deep furrows in the ground.

The web of his hand instantly split open. Blood dripped down the hilt of the wooden sword.

What powerful strength.

Is this the Divine Body of the Spirit King Realm?

Just a casual strike almost made him unable to hold his sword.

Yao Chen's figure reappeared; he looked at Quan Yun, slightly surprised.

He hadn't expected that a Spirit Transformation Realm Mortal Body could withstand his sword strike head-on without dying.

"You're quite good."

Yao Chen genuinely praised.

"You are worthy of me unleashing a second sword strike."

As his voice fell, the light sword in his hand shone even brighter. Complex runes lit up on the sword body. An Aura far more terrifying than before permeated the air.

The secret Divine Ability Dao method of Yaoguang Blessed Land, further empowered by the Divine Body's Origin.

"Sword of Radiance!"

Yao Chen let out a soft cry, and the sword light poured down like a waterfall.

This was not just spiritual power; it also contained the Divine Might of the Divine Body.

Quan Yun took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly focused.

He poured all his concentration into the wooden sword in his hand.

Sever!

Facing that terrifyingly powerful sword strike, he still simply, plainly, severed.

No retreat.

Then sever a path forward.

Boom!

The two forces collided again, and this time the commotion was more than a hundred times greater than before.

Violent energy swept in all directions, and the entire main gate of Yaoguang Blessed Land trembled violently.

The surrounding Disciples were repeatedly forced back by the aftermath, and those with weaker cultivation even coughed up blood, their faces pale.

The dust settled.

Quan Yun knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. His clothes were tattered, and blood stained the corner of his mouth.

But he still hadn't fallen.

The wooden sword in his hand still pointed forward.

Across from him, Yao Chen was still unharmed, not even a wrinkle on his clothes.

The difference was clear.

"It's over."

Yao Chen shook his head, seemingly a little disappointed.

"Your sword is pure, but it ends here."

"A Mortal Body is just a Mortal Body. The gap with a Divine Body is a chasm you cannot cross."

As he spoke, he raised the light sword in his hand, preparing to deliver the final blow to Quan Yun.

The Elders of Yaoguang Blessed Land revealed smiles of course.

A mere Mortal Body, daring to challenge a Divine Body Spirit King?

A fool's dream.

Just when everyone thought the outcome was decided.

A lazy voice suddenly echoed in Quan Yun's mind.

"Kid, are you using your sword to sever him, or to sever his sword?"

It was Uncle Cripple.

Quan Yun's body trembled.

Sever him? Or sever his sword?

"What do you sever for with your sword?"

The Cripple's voice rang out again, striking heavily at Quan Yun's heart.

What do I sever for?

Countless images flashed through Quan Yun's mind.

His sister, whose breath was weak on her sickbed, the blood-soaked man holding him deep in his memories, and the scenes of joy and sorrow he experienced in Reincarnation.

Why did he practice the sword?

Why did he fight?

Not for fame, not to prove anything.

He just wanted to protect what he wanted to protect and sever all obstacles in his path.

His sword was a sword of protection, a sword of breaking barriers!

A realization surged into his heart.

Quan Yun slowly rose from the ground.

The Aura around him, at this moment, underwent a profound and mysterious change.

The wooden sword in his hand was no longer an inanimate object but became an extension of his arm, a vessel for his will.

An invisible sharpness, centered on him, spread out.

The air around him became stagnant and sharp.

"This is..."

The Cripple, not far away, had a burst of brilliant light in his cloudy eyes.

"He actually touched the Sword Intent!"

Yao Chen, opposite him, also sensed something was wrong. He frowned, looking at Quan Yun, whose demeanor had drastically changed, and felt a sense of unease in his heart.

He no longer hesitated, no longer held back. The Divine Power within his body erupted again.

Accompanied by a low shout: "Divine Light Judgment!"

This was another Divine Ability inherent to his Divine Body. A light pillar, thicker and more dazzling than before, descended from the sky, firmly locking onto Quan Yun.

This strike was enough to completely obliterate an ordinary Spirit King.

Facing this killing blow, Quan Yun's face showed no trace of tension.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dazzling light pillar. He saw Yao Chen beyond the light pillar, and he saw his proud and confident Dao Heart.

"I understand."

Quan Yun said softly.

He raised the wooden sword in his hand.

There was no earth-shattering Aura, no dazzling spiritual light.

He simply swung it gently at the incredibly powerful light pillar, and at Yao Chen behind it.

Severing Intent.

This sword strike severed not a tangible object, but an intangible intent.

The next moment, a bizarre scene occurred.

The light pillar, capable of piercing through mountains, dissipated inch by inch without any warning, three feet above Quan Yun's head.

And Yao Chen, in the distance, suddenly stiffened, the light in his eyes rapidly fading, becoming utterly blank.

The light sword in his hand shattered into countless points of light with a "snap."

He fell straight backward, unconscious.

He had no wounds on his body, and his Aura remained stable.

However, his fighting will, his Sword Heart, had been completely shattered by Quan Yun's previous sword strike.

The arena was silent.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, at a loss.

He won?

A Mortal Body in the Spirit Transformation Realm, with one sword, defeated a young Prodigy in the Spirit King Realm who possessed the might of a Divine Body?

How is this possible!

The smiles on the faces of the Elders of Yaoguang Blessed Land froze, replaced by endless horror and disbelief.

Just then.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several terrifyingly suffocating Auras suddenly erupted from the depths of Yaoguang Blessed Land.

That was... the Divine Might of True God Realm powerhouses!

"Intent!"

"He touched the threshold of 'Intent' in the Spirit Transformation Realm!"

An old voice, filled with killing intent, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

"This child must not be allowed to live!"

As the voice fell, several divine lights containing the power of Law tore through the Void Realm, shooting out from the depths of the Blessed Land, targeting Quan Yun, who stood in the arena.

This was a killing blow from True God Realm powerhouses!

They disregarded their status to eliminate this Prodigy who might threaten Yaoguang Blessed Land in the future.

Facing this attack capable of destroying everything, Quan Yun didn't even have time to react.

However, just as those few divine lights were about to descend.

A disheveled figure appeared like a ghost in front of Quan Yun.

It was precisely The Cripple who had been lazily leaning against the main gate.

At this moment, his back was ramrod straight, without any trace of a limp.

His drunken face was icy cold.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

PS: Father is about to appear, and why did The Cripple say he had been waiting for them for a long time?