Free Web NovelChapter 215: Chapter 214: This is the Weapon’s Intent
BOOM—
The Sword Intent Feng had casually unleashed was instantly overwhelmed by the Spear Intent that erupted from within the North Snow Tower. The resulting shockwave swept over him like a great wave, forcing Feng back a few steps.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at the young figure walking out of the North Snow Tower. "Jiang Qiu?"
THUD, THUD, THUD...
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from inside the North Snow Tower. Jiang Qiu held his head high, meeting Feng’s gaze. The Northern Snow Lance in his hand gleamed with a cold light, a grim Spear Intent seemingly swirling around it.
The killing intent in his bloodshot eyes was undisguised. Frost gradually congealed on his body, and with every step he took, his Frost Armor grew more complete. By the time he stood firm on the steps before the North Snow Tower, he looked like a general who had walked straight out of an ancient Ice City.
"Feng Li!"
His low growl was like the clang of metal on metal. The reflection of Feng’s figure in Jiang Qiu’s eyes radiated an unpleasant aura.
During the Northwest Martial University’s freshman tournament, on the road to the Northern Wilderness’s North Border City, Feng Li had led a large group of Demon Race members in a surprise attack. Two Dharma Realm instructors had died, and over a hundred students were killed. This was no small matter.
He would never forget their gazes meeting by chance back then.
’Feng Li had wanted to kill me!’
As he recalled these events, the patterns on the Northern Snow Lance gripped in Jiang Qiu’s right hand began to fill with a white light, like winding threads of ice.
The inheritance the Primordial Ascendant had left in the North Snow Tower wasn’t just the Soul Ice Dao Lotus; the Northern Snow Lance was actually a weapon the Primordial Ascendant had once used.
After he had just finished receiving the inheritance and transformed from the Steel Bone Realm to the Dao Forging Jade Sinew Realm, the residual Spirit Charm within the Northern Snow Lance had been activated, allowing him to wield a portion of the power befitting a strong Soldier Cultivator.
In other words, even though he had skipped the three cultivation steps of a Soldier Cultivator, the Northern Snow Lance could use its residual spirituality to help Jiang Qiu unleash formidable Spear Skills.
However, given that there was no longer any wild Spirit Charm in the Northern Boundary, Jiang Qiu couldn’t regenerate it. All he had was the Spirit Charm the Primordial Ascendant had secretly hidden within the Soul Ice Dao Lotus, which he had just finished absorbing.
’If I use any Spear Skills, I have to be concise.’
"I’m surprised you recognized me at a glance."
Feng smirked, slowly lowering the ancient blade in his right hand to his side. His face was full of interest. "The North Snow Tribe is in this state, yet you still came back. Was it for the inheritance in the North Snow Tower?"
At his words, Wall, Fan, Hunt, and the others all tightened their grips on their weapons, growing tense.
They naturally understood that the Celestial Chosen Demon before them was on a completely different level. He could probably crush everyone present with a single, casual move.
The only one with a chance to break through this situation was Jiang Qiu. But judging from their brief clash just now, Jiang Qiu didn’t really have much of an advantage.
Feng had indeed been pushed back a few steps, but the slash he’d delivered was merely a casual one; he hadn’t gotten serious.
Even though Jiang Qiu had also broken through to a more powerful Realm, it seemed he had only just done so. His aura was still a bit unstable, and he might not be a match for Feng, who possessed a natural advantage in the air.
’Is this the end?’
As these thoughts filled everyone’s minds, the sound of flapping wings—FLAP, FLAP, FLAP—came from the distance. The warriors from the various tribes stared, swallowed hard, and regret flickered in many of their eyes.
Flying in from the west were the Demon Race warriors from Cold Heaven Cliff. A black mass of them, their presence was terrifying. They were incredibly fast, and in a matter of moments, they were circling high above the North Snow Tower, completely cutting off all routes of escape.
"Jiang Qiu, failing to kill you during the operation at the freshman tournament was my mistake. Sending you on your way now will justify Emperor Chen’s investment in me."
With his main force having arrived, Feng no longer held back. The wings on his back grew more substantial, and a stream of light flowed around the edge of his blade. The corners of his narrow eyes seemed to point arrogantly at the heavens. "Even if you’ve had a fortuitous encounter, you’re still a far cry from me!"
RUMBLE—
In an instant, dark clouds swirled into existence overhead. Thunder slithered between them like silver snakes flashing in the night. A suffocating pressure bore down on everyone, even the Demon Race members. The faces of the two Chosen Ones, Fan and Wall, turned pale, and a dull ache throbbed in their chests.
Meeting Feng’s gaze, which was as calm as if he were slaughtering chickens and ducks, Jiang Qiu’s spirit also trembled slightly.
Logically, Feng, being born of the Demon Race, shouldn’t be using a Human Race weapon. Yet here he was, not only using one but also presenting himself with a human face and having mastered an incredibly domineering Saber Technique.
The Sword Intent he had just released was enough to reveal his talent. To cultivate a Realm he had never touched before to such a level in just over a decade... he was a monster!
Sword Intent wasn’t something an ordinary person could comprehend. It was a threshold for Martial Arts Grandmasters, or those in the Peeping Dao Realm—one that most people could never cross in their entire lifetime.
In the Xia Country, those who could comprehend Sword Intent were as rare as a phoenix feather.
Yet Feng, a member of the Demon Race, had easily cultivated Sword Intent after the Northern Boundary reopened. And the power of the Sword Skill he was displaying now was even more shocking!
’Is he also walking a cultivation path similar to that of the Cyan Simurgh Palace?!’
’So he’s also in the Dao Forging Jade Sinew Realm, not the ordinary Jade Sinew Realm!’
It was as if Jiang Qiu had woken from a dream, his pupils trembling. What followed was a slash from Feng that split the thunderclouds in midair. In that instant, the world turned white, and Jiang Qiu’s vision was filled with a thunderous Sword Intent.
The wind pressure from all directions was like the deep sea, pinning him in place. He couldn’t move an inch. Only the Northern Snow Lance in his hand could still break through the Gale. As the blade fell, he thrust upward to meet it.
Without a doubt, Feng’s abilities were beyond his expectations. His Realm also seemed to be higher than his own, having just stepped into the Dao Forging Jade Sinew state. But how could the Primordial True Master’s inheritance be so simple?
’The Northern Snow Lance contains a fragment of spirituality!’
Soldier Cultivators are masters of slaughter!
The phantom of an ancient warrior seemed to materialize at the tip of the Northern Snow Lance’s blade. It stood between heaven and earth, its helmet piercing the dark clouds and its boots crushing the ruins of the tribe. The illusory spear in its hand lunged like an Azure Dragon, blasting straight toward the descending line of the thunderous blade.
BUZZ—
The Sword Intent and Spear Intent collided, unleashing world-ending power that scattered the Gale for ten miles in every direction. The thousands of Demon Race warriors were caught in a chaotic vortex of air, tossed about chaotically as their feathers flew back like black snow.
On the ground, the horrified onlookers like Wall scrambled into the main hall of the North Snow Tower. They looked up at the desolate scene outside, now as dark as night, where flagstones, wooden planks, tiles, heavy snow, and feathers tumbled through the air.
They saw Feng, who had slashed with one hand, facing off against the spear-wielding Hill. The Sword Intent and Spear Intent clashing between them transformed into the shapes of warriors, striking one another with thunderous crashes.
"So this is a battle between a Chosen One and a Celestial Chosen Demon!"
The warriors and leaders from the smaller, less experienced tribes stared dumbfounded, breaking out in a cold sweat.
In the face of such mighty power, they were like weeds before a scythe—utterly insignificant.
Fan, however, was the most mesmerized. He stood closest to the entrance, his long black hair freed from its bonds by the Gale, whipping wildly behind him. His eyes saw nothing but the flashing shadows of blade and spear.
This was the intent of a Soldier Cultivator.
