Chapter 58

Such terrifying momentum was something no one present had anticipated; it was simply beyond what an ordinary inner courtyard disciple could unleash.

No, more accurately, it should not have appeared in this inner courtyard disciple’s competition. Even a regular mentor might not be able to withstand it.

Even though that sword was not aimed at them, everyone couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of suffocation, and each person felt fear deep in their soul.

Tang Gu was bound to lose!

“Not good! If this continues, there might be a fatality. We must stop it immediately!”

On the stage, the face of the inner courtyard elder changed drastically. He reacted immediately, realizing that they couldn’t let the battle continue. If it did, anything unpredictable could happen.

His figure flashed, and he suddenly flew into the sky, then raised his hands consecutively.

“Imprisonment!”

“Puff, puff, puff...” White beams of light flew out from his sleeves, transforming into iron bars that were driven into the ground around the stage.

His hands moved swiftly, fingers intertwining and dancing rapidly, as more white beams of light flew out.

Around the giant green wooden stage, which was already split in two, a huge white prison cage slowly rose, trapping the two people inside.

At the same time, more iron bars flew between the two, forming a light barrier to separate “Thunder King” Fang Jingshuo and Tang Gu, blocking the attack.

However, “Thunder King” Fang Jingshuo was already blinded by rage and paid no heed to anything else.

His face was twisted, his aura fierce, and he ignored the layers of light barriers set up by the inner courtyard elder. It seemed he had completely lost his reason and continued to increase his strength, slashing down with his sword.

His momentum was such that he intended to fight to the death, aiming to kill Tang Gu on the spot!

“Boom!”

The giant purple longsword slashed down, and the light barrier set up by the inner courtyard elder emitted a harsh cracking sound, then shattered instantly.

Even the inner courtyard elder’s defense couldn’t withstand it!

Seeing this, everyone inside and outside the stage changed their expressions, feeling a chill run down their spines!

The giant purple longsword, carrying the might of a thunderstorm, struck with irresistible force, swiftly heading toward Tang Gu.

At this moment, Tang Gu, standing on the stage, felt the threat of death for the first time.

He smiled bitterly, realizing he had underestimated this opponent.

Among the six major families of Shiyantown—Ning, Du, Fang, Li, Wang, and Shui—the Ning, Fang, and Shui families were the strongest, while the Du, Li, and Wang families were slightly weaker.

The Fang family’s clan secret technique was no small matter. It was passed down from their “Red Eyebrow” ancestor, a grandmaster of the sixth level of Qi Dao, far surpassing the Du family’s “Thunder Water Mad Snake Finger.”

No one could have imagined that Fang Jingshuo, at such a young age, would have been taught this ultimate technique by the Fang family’s ancestor.

Now, facing this sword, even the current first-ranked inner courtyard disciple, “Snake Hand” Ye Guyu, would not fare well.

However, could he retreat now?

The space around him was completely shattered by the giant purple sword. He realized that even dodging was impossible. No matter where he moved, the sword would always hang over his head, unless he jumped off the stage.

But conceding was not his style. So, he would continue the fight!

Thinking this, Tang Gu suddenly looked up, his eyes calm and fearless, staring at the sword above him, with nothing else in his pupils.

The wind blew his hair, and at this moment, Tang Gu’s heart was unusually calm, like still water.

His eyes remained clear and bright, showing no hesitation or fluctuation, as he stared intently at the giant sword above him, his mind racing.

Closer, even closer, death seemed just a step away!

At this moment, “Boom,” something mysterious and powerful exploded inside him. Then, some fragmented and chaotic memories suddenly surged from his mind.

“What is that?”

Tang Gu’s eyes suddenly lit up, a silver star exploding in them. He seemed to change, like a gentle breeze blending into the world.

He suddenly reached out, summoning the Dark Cloud Iron Sword from the dust.

“Whoosh...” The Dark Cloud Iron Sword flew back into his hand. Tang Gu turned, bent his knee, and following a strange yet familiar trajectory from his memory and a peculiar feeling in his heart, he slowly raised his sword upward, seemingly light but actually heavy.

The air seemed to emit a “pop” sound, followed by a strange melody.

The sword light suddenly intensified, then bloomed like a lotus, colliding with the giant purple longsword that Fang Jingshuo had slashed down from above.

“Bang!”

A deafening explosion echoed, and the entire world suddenly fell into silence. Tang Gu grunted, drew his sword back, and retreated, a trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

However, his expression remained unchanged. He looked up to see a figure flying backward at a faster speed than he did.

A moment later, this figure fell heavily into the dust of the already shattered stage, making a “bang” sound.

Dust covered his face and body, and he did not get up for a long time.

It was—“Thunder King” Fang Jingshuo.

The giant purple sword in the air, without the support of human energy, slowly shattered and dissipated.

Was the storm over?

Below the stage, a group of people looked at Tang Gu, who had blood at the corner of his mouth, and “Thunder King” Fang Jingshuo, who was lying on the ground, with complex expressions.

Such a powerful and fierce move, and he could still counter it. It seemed that the one who failed was the other party.

This...

What sword technique did he use at the last moment? This was the common question in the minds of all the inner courtyard disciples watching the battle.

Especially “Snake Hand” Ye Guyu, who had been closely watching the battle, his pupils slightly contracting. The outcome of this battle was crucial to him.

It would determine who would be his final opponent for the top spot.

And now, could it be this newcomer, Tang Gu?

He found it hard to believe.

Suddenly, a light breeze flashed, and the inner courtyard elder appeared in front of Tang Gu, grabbing his collar anxiously and shouting, “Did you use the Lingfeng Heavy Sword just now... Lingfeng Heavy Sword... How did you learn the Lingfeng Heavy Sword?”

He seemed to be incoherent, unsure if it was due to the shock of the battle’s outcome or something else.

Everyone below the stage found his behavior inexplicable, wondering why the elder, as a judge, was so agitated about the battle between Tang Gu and Fang Jingshuo.

However, a few disciples, upon hearing the name “Lingfeng Heavy Sword,” were suddenly stunned and looked at Tang Gu with disbelief, their expressions becoming very strange.

“Lingfeng Heavy Sword?”

Tang Gu repeated the name a few times, a flash of insight passing through his mind. A white figure flashed in his mind, and he seemed to remember something, but he wasn’t sure. However, this was clearly not the time to verify it.

He looked at the inner courtyard elder and asked with a smile, “Elder, who is the winner of this match?”

“Ah!”

Hearing about the match, the inner courtyard elder snapped back to reality. He patted his forehead and laughed bitterly, “Look at me, I got so excited that I almost forgot. Wait a moment.”

He then flashed to the side of “Thunder King” Fang Jingshuo, who had fallen into the ruins of the stage, his expression darkening.

Earlier, he had already tried to stop the battle, but “Thunder King” Fang Jingshuo had ignored his intervention and continued with his fierce and ruthless attack. If Tang Gu hadn’t had some skill and turned the tide at the last moment, there might have been a corpse on the stage now.

However... considering his identity and the upcoming Supreme Autumn Wind Pavilion assessment, the inner courtyard elder took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

He extended his finger to “Thunder King” Fang Jingshuo’s nose, feeling a faint breath, and knew he was just severely injured and unconscious. He then pressed heavily on his Dazhui point, transferring a stream of internal energy.

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