When Qin Feng first arrived at the Martial Emperor's Mansion, he expected to encounter a powerful expert at the peak of the Emperor Realm.

After his encounter with Xiao Tianhuang and others, he was quite confident that he could use the Heaven-Stabilizing Pearl.

As for the sword he forged, which had not yet fully awakened its spiritual power, he did not initially intend to use it.

Qin Feng had been hesitating the whole time.

Ling Wushang had told him that he could use this sword at any time, but it would be best to upgrade it to a higher level before using it.

The Five Elements Spirit Communication Array and the Summoning Spell are most effective the first time they are used. Once interrupted, their effectiveness is usually halved.

However, the situation has changed. Yan Tu, as expected of the ruler of the Tianchi Dynasty, is not only of good character, but also incredibly powerful.

Especially when Yan Tu was fighting desperately, Qin Feng had to change his mind.

He would use the power of the Heaven-Stabilizing Pearl, along with his own precious sword, to take down Yan Tu in one fell swoop.

Qin Feng summoned the sword he had personally crafted from his own little world.

Chant.

A sword cry, like a dragon's roar, resounded throughout the heavens and earth, audible to everyone.

The heavens and earth seemed to be stirred up by a real dragon, causing wind and clouds to surge and change color, followed by a thunderclap.

An aura of a swordsman of the highest order spread out, filling the entire arena and drawing everyone's attention.

The swords of those wielding swords all trembled, as if welcoming their emperor.

As if provoked, the Blood Fiend Blade in Yan Tu's hand erupted with a dazzling dark red spiritual light, proclaiming its power.

A precious sword appeared before everyone's eyes.

The sword was silver-white, with faint red, gold, blue, and black spiritual lights appearing throughout, making it dazzling and beautiful, and at the same time possessing the characteristics of an emperor's sword.

According to the weapon's grade, this sword is currently at the mid-grade spiritual treasure level, close to but not yet at the high-grade spiritual treasure level.

However, this is already quite remarkable. If Ling Wushang knew, he would definitely be shocked.

Based on the Ling family's experience in weapon crafting, it was already a miracle that a weapon cultivated in such a short time could reach the level of a mid-grade spiritual treasure, let alone approach the level of a high-grade one.

That has never happened before.

This had never happened even during the most glorious period of the Ling family.

However, the imperial sword might displayed by a mid-grade spiritual treasure is so strong that it seems unreasonable.

Its imposing presence is faintly comparable to the Ling family's ancestral sword, the imperial weapon Flying Rainbow.

As Qin Feng held the unnamed sword in his hand, a feeling of perfect harmony with his soul and flesh welled up in his heart.

He was very excited. This precious sword had been nurtured in the formation and had always appeared to be quite ordinary.

Unexpectedly, its appearance caused a dramatic change in the weather and shook the heavens and earth, and it also possessed a majestic and awe-inspiring presence.

He didn't know the specific reason why the sword had become like this.

Whether it was due to the star ore, the addition of law ore, or the daily irrigation with his blood, he did not know.

For various reasons, the moment this precious sword appeared, the world changed color, causing a sensation throughout the venue, and directly revealing the majesty of the king of swords.

The main material of this precious sword comes from celestial minerals, so let's call it the Star Sword.

The grand entrance of the sword sparked heated discussions among the crowd.

"What kind of sword is this? Its aura is terrifying! My superior-grade spirit sword has been bowing down to it! This!"

"Don't even mention your spirit sword, my top-grade magic weapon sword is just as good. I've never heard of such an aura before."

Xiao Xiong stared intently at the sword in Qin Feng's hand, his gaze never wavering.

He was also a swordsman, and he liked this sword very much. Not to mention those low-level cultivators, even his sword intent was provoked, which was a bit unbelievable.

Su Yun, Yan Wansheng, Yunxiao, and the old Taoist Qingchen also kept their eyes fixed on the sword in Qin Feng's hand.

Even those who weren't swordsmen coveted this precious sword.

Who wouldn't want something good?

Yan Wansheng asked with great doubt, "Why didn't Qin Feng use such a powerful weapon earlier?"

The old Taoist priest chuckled, "Perhaps he felt it was unnecessary."

These words startled the people at the top of the southern pyramid.

If that's true, then Qin Feng is truly terrifying.

Tian Wei disliked Qin Feng and said quietly, "Maybe this sword has some flaws. It's not as powerful as we thought. It's all show and no substance."

The old Taoist priest Qingchen and the others glanced at Tian Wei but remained silent.

From Tian Wei's previous words and actions, they could tell that he seemed to have a prejudice against Qin Feng for some reason and couldn't stand to see Qin Feng doing well.

Qin Feng gripped the Star Sword tightly, full of vigor and his aura was in no way inferior to Yan Tu's.

He stood alone in the biting wind, his gaze clear and sharp, his hair flying in the wind, with the wind and thunder rumbling behind him, giving him an air of arrogance and dominance.

At this moment, he resembled an unparalleled powerhouse, standing proudly above the world.

Yan Tu no longer had the smug look he had just had; instead, he became very serious.

His Blood Fiend Blade was very powerful, but the spirit of the Blood Fiend Blade told him that Qin Feng's sword was very strong and had an aura that made him wary.

Yan Tu was unwilling to drag things out any longer and wanted to end the battle quickly. He didn't know what other tricks Qin Feng had up his sleeve.

He decided to launch an attack, but just as he was about to move, he sensed something and immediately retreated.

Yan Tu's expression still showed fear.

Not only Yan Tu, but also Xiao Xiong, Su Yun, Yan Wansheng, Yun Xiao, Qingchen the old Taoist, and even Tian Wei, who disliked Qin Feng, were all shocked and looked as if they had seen a ghost. Just like Yan Tu, they quickly moved far away.

While running, the old Taoist priest Qingchen kindly reminded the nearby cultivators, shouting:

"Those who do not wish to die, leave immediately, for a heavenly tribulation is imminent."

As soon as he said this, those who had vaguely sensed that something was wrong realized what was going on.

"Damn it, run! I don't want to go through another tribulation of lightning."

"No way, I was just watching the show, why is there a lightning tribulation?"

"Who is it? Is it Yan Tu? Or Qin Feng?"

"Even Yama has fled, so it must be Qin Feng. But why did he suddenly undergo tribulation? He hasn't even reached the peak of the Emperor Realm yet."

These people didn't forget to discuss things while they were running.

This sudden change caused chaos and uproar at the scene.

Fortunately, the lightning tribulation came relatively slowly, and none of them were targeted. Otherwise, with so many people, the scene would have been quite a spectacle.

Qin Feng was also speechless, wondering why a tribulation of lightning had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He was certain that he had not yet reached the point where he needed to undergo tribulation; his small world had not yet fully evolved, and the tribulation was not caused by him.

However, the lightning tribulation seemed to be subtly locking onto his location, which gave him some clues.

This is most likely because of the Star Sword in his hand.

The appearance of this sword caused a series of strange phenomena, which seems reasonable in this respect.

However, judging from the darkening sky and the continuous accumulation of thunderclouds, this tribulation is likely to be quite severe.

While Qin Feng was pondering, a somewhat immature voice, with a slight stutter, rang out.

"Master, I'm a little scared."