That was the shadow of death; the gates of the underworld were about to open for him. Qin Tianque was certain that as long as he could withstand this blow, he could escape the secret realm directly and experience what it was like to walk the line between life and death.

Clang!

A crisp metallic cracking sound rang out as the Dao Child within the Heavenly Dao transformed into a heavy, windless Xuan Iron sword. As the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water in Feng Bingwen's hand fell, fine cracks appeared, and a mournful sword cry rang out, bringing the heavy sword to the brink of shattering.

"Why are you hiding?"

Feng Bingwen reached out and summoned back the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water. This was not a complete drop—a drop in the eyes of an immortal is a completely different concept from a drop in the eyes of an ordinary person.

"You dare to wield a sword?"

The boy's gaze swept over Qin Tianque, who had already moved hundreds of feet away, and he mocked him without any politeness.

He didn't see through it, but he understood that the Daoist had swapped positions with a spirit sword he had refined, thus avoiding a potentially fatal blow.

"If the sword is broken, just reforge it."

Amidst the intertwining of thunder and sword energy, Qin Tianque remained calm and unperturbed, completely unconcerned about such taunts. He had heard similar words countless times in the sect. Being able to cultivate such a phenomenon as the Endless Sword Domain, he simply didn't care about the loss of a few swords.

This is the difference between him and sword cultivators who only cultivate one sword technique, and also the source of their disagreement. Despite being a sword cultivator with exceptional talent, he is not well-liked by other sword cultivators.

"How dare you treat a sword like this? How do you have the nerve to ask me for one?"

Thunder evolved behind Feng Bingwen, then intertwined, and when it formed wings, Feng Bingwen's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving only streaks of electricity.

"A sword can only unleash its greatest power in the hands of a swordsman like me. If you don't practice sword techniques and cultivate sword intent, how can you wield a sword?"

Qin Tianque responded calmly, while reaching out to grasp a gleaming spirit sword beside him. He swung the sword across the air, drawing away the falling lightning.

"What's so difficult about that?"

Feng Bingwen completely disregarded it. The five elements circulated in his palm, transforming into five thunderbolts. A five-colored thunderbolt carrying the intent of destruction burst forth from his palm, roaring, trying to devour the Dao Child of the Heavenly Sword Path.

"..."

With a casual gesture, Qin Tianque unleashed a hundred swords, each with its own unique characteristics and extraordinary spirituality, unleashing sword energy powerful enough to shatter mountains and split rivers. Under his guidance, this sword energy transformed into a surging river of swords.

Lightning flashed and sword energy dissipated, but Qin Tianque's expression was not relaxed. His gaze swept over the five figures raging in his sword domain, and his expression became even more solemn.

This was a formidable enemy he had never encountered in his life. In terms of magical power, supernatural abilities, physique, and even the soul, he was on par with him, and in some aspects, he was even stronger than him.

When he fought with his fellow disciples of the same generation in the sect, he had never fought to this extent. The battles usually ended in a very short time, so he had no experience in fighting protracted battles.

Although he also possessed the ability to replenish his mana, it was a drop in the ocean compared to the mana consumption of the Endless Sword Domain. After all, controlling so many spirit swords at the same time, even with just a simple activation, would consume an extremely terrifying amount of mana.

Generally speaking, when he uses the Endless Sword Domain, he can usually crush his opponent with overwhelming force. But this time, he can only use it for defense to block the opponent's divine power.

This self-proclaimed rogue cultivator possessed unbelievably powerful magical energy, exceeding all reason. He managed to conjure a sea of ​​lightning with lightning magic that could rival his sword domain, which was truly outrageous.

But what's truly crucial, and what Qin Tianque is most concerned about at this moment, is what Feng Bingwen's strange phenomenon is. Possessing such terrifying magical power, the strange phenomenon it generates is probably the same as his, but he hasn't used it yet.

"Amazing!"

Within the purgatory formed by intertwined sword energy and lightning, two streaks of light could be seen chasing and colliding. Each collision would unleash an extremely astonishing ring of energy, leaving the area below resembling a pool of mud, constantly changing shape.

"I never expected Feng Bingwen to be so strong!"

Although the sea of ​​lightning stretching for miles could not compare to the legacy left by the sages, it was still quite awe-inspiring for these human prodigies whose potential had not yet been fully realized.

"Where did he come from? How could someone like him be unknown?"

After witnessing Feng Bingwen's astonishing performance, some people couldn't help but want to investigate, since he claimed to be a rogue cultivator, and rogue cultivators could be recruited.

"They might have come from the rear!"

"The rear area? Haven't the cultivators over there always thought we were too extreme? Would they really want to come here?"

One Sword Supreme

A pale-faced girl in a blood-red dress, exuding a ghostly aura, sneered.

There are only nineteen continents in the world today, and the human race occupies nine of them. In this respect, the human race is undoubtedly the number one race in this world.

But with the human race becoming stronger and the threat of extermination gone, naturally more people had ideas. And now, the human race's territory was large enough for them to put their ideas into practice.

The Blood Qin Empire, the Heavenly Sword Path, the Netherworld Path, the Myriad Spirits Sect, the Star Gazing Pavilion, the Yama Valley, and other human forces located on the border with alien races, each with their own cultivation methods, are able to unite because they share a common goal.

Enslaving all races, and exclusively honoring humanity!

They are the most ruthless and bloodthirsty faction among humans, and also the most ruthless in their external actions. Now that humans have risen to power and are basically free from the threat of extermination, they are naturally ostracized by some people.

"Who knows? Didn't he say he was a rogue cultivator? Maybe one of our patriarchs discovered him and then lured him into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with benefits."

Some people guessed the truth off the top of their heads. It was something that could be deduced. After all, the entry threshold for the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was indeed quite special. Only members of the human war faction like them could enter.

"Feng Bingwen says he's a rogue cultivator, and you actually believe him? Are you stupid? Does this guy even look like a rogue cultivator?"

"Then what's going on with him? Could he be a secret progenitor from one of those major sects, secretly trained by their hidden ancestors?"

"It's not impossible."

The prodigies discussed among themselves, and they all highly acknowledged the strength of the Heavenly Sword Daoist's disciple. After all, none of their generations had ever surpassed him, and this generation, judging from his sword dao phenomena, was no easy opponent. With such a contrast, any cultivator who could fight him to this point was naturally no ordinary person.

"Which faction does he belong to?"

"I can't tell, it seems like it doesn't belong to either faction."

"He was sent here by the Netherworld Path with money!"

At this moment, a handsome young man with flowing sleeves suddenly spoke up from the crowd. It was Ji Changqing, an old acquaintance of Feng Bingwen.

He rushed over as soon as he heard the news, unlike the others, he came specifically for Feng Bingwen.

"The Netherworld Path? How do you know so much about it? I had no idea such a thing existed!"

With a chilling aura and devoid of any human presence, the blood-red girl, seemingly possessed by a spirit, looked at the young man who had spoken. She came from the Netherworld Path and was one of its contemporary true disciples.

"What level of cultivation do you have? Even if you advance to the True Disciple level, you still can't possibly know everything about your sect."

Ji Changqing chuckled.

“You’re right. Even if I were the true disciple, I couldn’t possibly know everything about the Holy Sect. But in any case, you, Ji Changqing, shouldn’t know more than I do.”

The girl in the blood-red dress had a cold gaze, and under her gaze, Ji Changqing felt the temperature around him drop, his breath turned to frost, and he could faintly hear the ghostly sounds of children laughing and crying.

"Isn't this normal? Do you even know what kind of relationship Feng Bingwen has with me?"

Ji Changqing, who had become the center of attention with just a few words, showed no fear. He stood tall and proud, speaking with confidence and eloquence.

"He's my brother-in-law!"

"Brother-in-law?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and one of the young men, seemingly impatient, asked,

"You mean Lingyue? She and Feng Bingwen became Daoist partners?"

"Lingyue? Who gave you permission to call her that?"

Ji Changqing looked in the direction of the voice and stared sternly at the boy, whose eyes held a complex mix of disappointment and disbelief.

His expression revealed his inner thoughts at a glance, but Ji Changqing warned him mercilessly, not caring at all whether it would hurt him.

"I……"

The boy's face showed bitterness, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Such a blow was simply too great for him.

When he was young, he went to the Church of All Souls under the guidance of his father, where he met the proud daughter of the Church of All Souls. He fell in love with her at first sight and gradually became hopelessly infatuated.

Because of his father's connections, he often found various excuses to go to the Wanling Sect. Because of his own exceptional talent, he was also considered Ji Lingyue's childhood sweetheart.

Although he had asked his father to arrange a marriage for him, he was rejected. However, he did not go back because of this, as he was not the only one who was rejected.

He had examined himself and concluded that compared to Lingyue's many suitors, he was the most outstanding one. There were very few who could compare to him. If Lingyue were to choose a Daoist partner, he would undoubtedly be the best option.

But now, Ji Changqing inadvertently revealed a shocking piece of news that was nothing short of devastating to him, making him feel as if the world had turned gray.

"It seems that many of you know my sister. Take a good look, her Daoist partner is right there. Be careful when you talk to her in the future, I don't want Fellow Daoist Feng to misunderstand."

Although Feng Daoyou has not yet met his sister, he is confident in her charm.

As for his sister, such an outstanding and talented cultivator, who could even rival the Heavenly Sword Daoist, no, not at all, but rather completely overpower him, what could he possibly be dissatisfied with?

"Sister... Fellow Daoist Feng, give it your all and take down Qin Tianque!"