Clang!

Right at that moment.

Feng Xinglie suddenly made a move.

A low rumble rang out, like the subdued roar of a giant dragon, or like rivers, lakes, and seas rolling and surging.

One could see.

A majestic spear shadow was gradually pushed forward. Although its movement was extremely gentle, in Qi Wangsun's eyes, it was like a mountain collapsing.

As he moved casually.

Everyone saw countless sword shadows engulfing White Cloud Lake suddenly disappear like a dream bubble, vanishing without a trace with Feng Xinglie's thrust.

"Not good!"

Qi Wangsun's pupils shrank abruptly, and he hurriedly retracted his sword to defend, but ended up forcefully taking the opponent's spear.

Clang!

A sound of metal striking echoed.

Immediately.

Qi Wangsun groaned deeply, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His body suddenly lost balance, and under everyone's incredulous gaze, he flew backward like an arrow leaving a bowstring, his feet skimming the lake surface, landing heavily outside the crowd.

"What's going on?"

"Defeated in one move?"

A sudden burst of exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Initially.

People thought the duel between these two would be an earth-shattering spectacle. But they only saw Feng Xinglie wave his hand, and Qi Wangsun was already defeated, which was beyond everyone's imagination.

"Such a brilliant technique!"

Ye Qingchen's eyes glinted.

Feng Xinglie's spear seemed casual, but contained profound mystery. It included at least over nine hundred kinds of Wind Realm, instantly breaking Qi Wangsun's sword shadows and gravely injuring him.

From afar.

Qi Wangsun slowly got up, his eyes full of shock, as if he couldn't believe he was defeated in a single move.

After a moment, he sighed deeply and clasped his fists, saying:

"I admit defeat. Thank you, Senior Brother Feng, for being merciful!"

He knew.

If it wasn't for the opponent withdrawing some force at the critical moment, it wouldn't be just a matter of spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Thank you!" Feng Xinglie clasped his hands.

Qi Wangsun said no more, turning around and leaving.

Since he was defeated, he naturally had no face to remain here.

Witnessing this scene, there was a burst of uproar and commotion in the audience.

"He won! Feng Xinglie won against Qi Wangsun with just one spear! His years of hard work truly weren't in vain; his strength is several times greater than before!"

"He's simply too incredible; this technique is beyond ordinary imagination. I wonder if Feng Xinglie will become the most prominent figure tonight!"

Exclamations and praises were everywhere.

In the Xingluo Sect.

Lu Changsheng and Lei Qianjue were also visibly excited.

"Senior Brother Feng is indeed too strong!" Lei Qianjue clenched his fists, eyes full of yearning, "One day, I too will be like Senior Brother Feng, proud and unmatched in the world!"

"Lei Qianjue, with your strength, you can definitely reach Senior Brother Feng's level, it's just a matter of time!"

Lu Changsheng smiled.

At this moment.

The Xingluo Sect Leader was also nodding in satisfaction.

The eight major sects had been declining for too long and indeed needed a master to raise the flag high.

He waved his hand respectfully at the Celestial Essence Sword Sect Leader from afar:

"Old friend, tonight our Xingluo Sect has taken the lead!"

"Hmm!"

The Celestial Essence Sword Sect Leader snorted coldly without speaking. Qi Wangsun's defeat meant that their Celestial Essence Sword Sect truly had no one to present. As for the others, they were busy congratulating.

"Deservedly the Xingluo Sect! Feng Xinglie's years of hard work have paid off; he will surely outshine everyone!"

"The Xingluo Sect finally has a master to hold the flag high, congratulations indeed! With Feng Xinglie's strength, he will sooner or later reign in Celestial Peak Country, perhaps even make a name for himself in the Cyan Continent."

All around, everyone immediately rose, clasping hands to salute the Xingluo Sect Leader.

While everyone was offering praises.

While the Xingluo Sect Leader wore a pleased smile.

Suddenly.

A mocking, arrogant voice quietly came from within the crowd.

"Is this the master of Celestial Peak Country? I think not much!"

Boom!

As the voice dropped, Feng Xinglie's face on the lake suddenly sank.

At the same time.

The crowd in White Cloud Manor was in an uproar.

That remark not only stepped on Feng Xinglie but also trampled the entire Celestial Peak Country underfoot.

"Who is it?"

"Who dares speak so brazenly!"

"Get up here and fight me!"

Feng Xinglie gripped his long spear, his voice like thunder, shaking the lake surface into rolling waves. Hearing this voice, everyone present felt their Qi Blood surging, their eardrums vibrating, barely able to stand.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, a young man with a sword on his back, dressed in a silver robe, slowly emerged.

Unlike Qi Wangsun's previous rapid move onto White Cloud Lake, he walked leisurely, as if invisible steps formed beneath him, his feet stepping on the water without touching any spring water.

"Is it him?"

Ye Qingchen's eyes narrowed.

The newcomer was none other than Shi Potian, who had clashed with him today.

Hong Man, Jiang Churan, and Chu Yao's expressions also changed.

"Who are you?"

Feng Xinglie stood on the lake, looking angrily at Shi Potian approaching him.

"I am Shi Potian, from Tongxuan Continent, a disciple of the Spirit Coffin Sect!" Shi Potian, hands behind his back, exuded an arrogant demeanor, completely indifferent to Feng Xinglie and the furious gazes from all directions on the lake, his calm voice slowly echoed through the night sky.

"I came here to Celestial Peak Country for training and heard that there was a Martial Arts Exchange Conference at White Cloud Manor, so I came to check it out!"

"I originally thought this Martial Arts Exchange Conference would be a dazzling event. But now, seeing it, it's nothing much. It's truly disappointing!"

Boom!

As those words fell, the audience was in a loud uproar.

If you said such things behind others' backs, it could be dismissed as unheard. But now, Feng Xinglie asked you, with so many dignitaries from Celestial Peak Country present, you still dared to say this, wasn't it a public slap in the face for Celestial Peak Country?

If word spread, the entire Celestial Peak Country would be laughed at by others.

"This guy is too arrogant!"

"Is being from the Spirit Coffin Sect such a big deal? Daring to act wild in our Celestial Peak Country?"

"Feng Xinglie, knock him down!"

All of a sudden.

Angry curses arose around.

Even Ye Qingchen furrowed his brows; Shi Potian was indeed incorrigible and extremely vile.

The Xingluo Sect Leader's gaze hardened, and he shouted angrily, "Feng Xinglie, teach this insolent kid a good lesson, let him know the strength of our Celestial Peak Country!"

Feng Xinglie nodded.

Against such a arrogant person, he naturally wouldn't hold back. Raising his long spear, Feng Xinglie looked over, his gaze steady, loudly declaring:

"Shi Potian, is it? Let me test your strength! Can your skill support your arrogance!"

However.

Facing Feng Xinglie, who had just defeated Qi Wangsun, Shi Potian merely smiled faintly, raised a finger, and said, "To deal with you, I only need one move!"

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