Upon witnessing such terrifying methods and attacks, many people in the audience couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh. They feared that this time, Chen Fei, no matter how astonishing his techniques were, would be unable to turn the tide. He might even pay a terrible price.

The cold tide, like a great storm, surged across the sky toward him like an icy grim reaper, causing even Chen Fei to involuntarily narrow his eyes. However, no trace of panic appeared on his face. On the contrary, his pitch-black eyes, as clear as glass, began to steam with an intimidating and almost frenzied fighting spirit.

Now this is getting interesting… His lips suddenly curled into a defiant smirk, causing Yan Zhen's pupils to shrink as a wave of anxiety washed over him.

The unease drove Yan Zhen to the edge. With a ferocious look, he snarled, "Don't you fucking play tricks on me! Do you think you can still turn the tables at this point? Stop having such ridiculous daydreams!"

He was adamant. At this stage, he refused to believe—it was impossible to believe—that Chen Fei could still make a comeback.

Yet, what happened next forced him to accept reality.

"Minor Chi Snake Sword Formation… Twin Dragons Soaring to the Sun!"

The spectators felt the air around the main battle stage tremble. A chilling and heart-pounding sound followed as a fierce heatwave instantly raised the temperature, causing sweat to bead on their brows and their faces to contort in terror.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Then, before the widening eyes of the shocked onlookers, eighteen fiercely burning blades of Sanyang True Fire Sword Qi shot out from his body in two columns. In the next moment, two distinct roars and a scalding power erupted like a volcano, sweeping violently across the area.

But that wasn't the most terrifying part. What truly frightened them was the sight of the eighteen Yanf Swords, each wreathed in flames, madly converging in the air. Then, under the crowd's shocked and trembling gaze, two Flame Serpents, enormous enough to strangle an elephant, slowly materialized. Their emotionless eyes were locked firmly on the oncoming cold tide.

With that, two terrifyingly powerful pressures swept across the field.

"ROAR!"

"ROAR!"

They threw their heads back and let out an irresistible roar, sending violent tremors through the air.

This was clearly Chen Fei's trump card! Once he successfully condensed eighteen blades of Sanyang True Fire Sword Qi, he gained the ability to deploy two Minor Chi Snake Sword Formations. And now, it seemed these two formations were not separate entities but were somehow interconnected.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Under the horrified stares of the crowd, the two Flame Serpents from the Minor Chi Snake Sword Formations, like twin dragons soaring to the sun, fiercely crashed into the raging cold tide. A shockwave spanning at least several dozen feet instantly rippled outward. The area of the main battle stage it struck erupted in loud cracks, as stone blocks were shattered by the horrifying impact or frozen solid before exploding.

It was a direct, naked confrontation between ice and fire. However, when the two immense forces truly collided, the two searingly hot Flame Serpents of the Minor Chi Snake Sword Formations displayed a truly crazed and terrifying side. They opened their huge maws and tore viciously at the barrier of cold tide, ripping it apart piece by piece like a rag. Ice and fire exploded in a frighteningly violent clash.

But in the end, it was the cold tide released by the Mid-Grade Magical Artifact, the Quick Freeze Pearl, that grew weaker and weaker.

"No, how could this be… Pfft!"

Yan Zhen's face instantly turned deathly pale, despair flickering deep in his eyes. He had never dreamed that even after using his ultimate trump card—the Mid-Grade Magical Artifact, the Quick Freeze Pearl—he would still be blocked by his opponent, and in such a direct clash. How could he possibly imagine it? How could he accept it?

However, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, was already used to such looks of despair. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying light surged in his eyes.

ROAR! ROAR!

Having torn apart the bone-chilling cold tide, the two Flame Serpents of the Minor Chi Snake Sword Formation surged forward with terrifying and overwhelming force, intent on suppressing and devouring their target.

Suddenly, Yan Zhen's expression changed again. A wave of weakness surged from the depths of his heart, and fear flashed in his eyes. But just then, an astonishing wave of True Qi appeared, blasting the two great Flame Serpents some distance away.

BOOM!

Chen Fei's expression shifted slightly, while a hint of joy appeared on Yan Zhen's face. He snatched the Quick Freeze Pearl back and, in that critical moment, violently retreated more than ten meters, shouting, "Stop! I admit defeat!"

Seeing this, Chen Fei had no intention of being merciless, as there was no real enmity between them. He glanced toward an elderly, hunched figure that had suddenly appeared nearby and, with a wave of his hand, dispersed the two great Flame Serpents coiled in the air. He staggered, nearly losing his footing, and kicked away a loose stone in his path.

Such a huge drain on my energy? Even Chen Fei himself was stunned for a moment. He then shook his head with a wry smile, muttering to himself.

He truly hadn't expected that in such a short time, his body's power would be almost completely drained. Sweat poured from him like a spring, his face was deathly pale, and he was gasping for breath. Clearly, even with his current cultivation level, maintaining two Minor Chi Snake Sword Formations was too much of a strain. If Yan Zhen had been able to withstand that last attack, Chen Fei might have been the one admitting defeat.

But no matter what, he had won. That was enough.

An uproar erupted from the crowd.

"This… this, this…"

"Am I seeing things? Did Yan Zhen… did he lose?"

"Seeing things? Are we all dreaming? How can that kid be so strong? Even a monster like Yan Zhen was defeated by him. If word of this gets out, who would ever believe it?"

"Hey, look! The Great Elder of the Celestial Group came in person. If it weren't for his intervention just now, it's doubtful whether Yan Zhen would still be standing."

The entire scene was in chaos, partly because the monster Yan Zhen had admitted defeat, and partly because that esteemed figure had personally intervened. The Great Elder of the Celestial Group, a genuine SSS Peak powerhouse!

"Great Elder, why are you…" Kou Bin shot to his feet.

It wasn't just him. The many high-level officials from the Four Departments of Capital City, whether they were part of the Celestial Group or not, all rose respectfully and bowed. If even they reacted this way, the younger generation members in the training grounds naturally followed suit, calling out with the utmost respect.

"Great Elder…" Only Yan Zhen looked thoroughly ashamed, avoiding the Great Elder of the Celestial Group's gaze with darting eyes. After all, with his defeat today, their Celestial Group had truly lost a great deal of face.

"Hmm…" the elderly and hunched Great Elder of the Celestial Group responded calmly. He slowly turned his murky, profound gaze toward the pale-faced Chen Fei. A hint of undisguised admiration flashed in his eyes as he shook his head and said slowly, "I have long heard that the combat power of Sword Cultivators is formidable enough to sweep aside all peers and be invincible within their realm. Seeing it today, the legends are indeed true."

As the Great Elder of the Celestial Group and an imposing SSS Peak powerhouse, his insight was naturally beyond that of ordinary people. He had indeed heard just how fearsome the Sword Cultivators from that other region were. Today proved the rumors were no exaggeration.

"You flatter me, Great Elder," Chen Fei responded with a humble smile, not daring to put on airs in front of such a senior figure.

"It's not flattery. Your current strength is not far from my own. The younger generation is truly formidable." The Great Elder of the Celestial Group shook his head again, then looked at Chen Fei and said, "Today, my Celestial Group was outmatched. We have lost. Let's stop here, shall we?"

The crowd was stunned. He admitted defeat!?

Hearing the Great Elder of the Celestial Group's words, another uproar swept through the audience. Even Yan Zhen's expression changed drastically, his fists clenched so tight they turned white. But in the end, he relaxed his hands, a bitter look on his face. His skills were inferior; he had lost fair and square. Moreover, Chen Fei had defeated him while only at the Peak of Qi Refining Fifth Layer and still in his twenties. He simply didn't have the gall to deny it. He had truly and utterly lost.

He conceded!? Chen Fei was also visibly stunned for a moment. A strange light flickered in his pitch-black, glass-clear eyes. He then shook his head with a smile and said, "Since you've said so, Great Elder, I certainly won't be ungrateful and push my luck. In that case… thank you for letting me win."

His last sentence was directed at Yan Zhen, and it was sincere. In truth, their strengths were evenly matched, making it the most difficult battle he had fought since his debut. Yet, it had been exhilarating and enjoyable. Perhaps this was often the way it was between Qi Practitioners.

"...Not at all. My skills were inferior. I have no complaints about my loss." Yan Zhen paused, then shook his head with a small smile. His loss was undeniable, as everyone had witnessed.

Afterward, the Great Elder of the Celestial Group left with Yan Zhen. Chen Fei also departed from the Base of the Celestial Group with Zheng Weiguo and the others.

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