As the refining progressed, Shangguan Zixiu let out a shrill and desperate scream, filled with fear and unwillingness to die, echoing throughout the world, making people's hearts tremble. However, Jiang Feng remained unmoved. His eyes were filled with determination and indifference, as if at this moment, he had put personal emotions and life and death aside, simply to fulfill the persistence and belief in his heart.

Duanmu Jiu witnessed this scene, and an unprecedented chill surged through his heart. He realized that the young man before him was no ordinary person, his potential and strength far exceeding his expectations. At this moment, he began to truly value Jiang Feng, and realized how foolish and short-sighted his previous disdain for him had been.

However, despite being filled with shock and unease, Duanmu Jiu did not give up his struggle. He knew that he was now in a desperate situation, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would never give up easily. So, he began to work harder to break free from the constraints of the formation, hoping to find a glimmer of hope and escape this place filled with death and despair.

Then Jiang Feng had a top-grade immortal sword in his hand and said, "I didn't expect you to spend so much money this time, even bringing a top-grade immortal weapon."

Then he looked at Wang Fan and said, "Senior Wang, you took good care of me during the sect competition. This magic sword is given to you." After saying that, he waved his hand and the magic sword flew into Wang Fan's hand.

Wang Fan took the sword and looked at it carefully, feeling very excited! Now that Jiang Feng had the Nine Dragon Sword in his hand, he didn't care about other weapons.

Jiang Feng then slowly shifted his gaze towards Duanmu Jiu, trapped in the formation. A slight sneer rose from his lips. He sneered, "You arrogant, self-righteous people have always treated the beings of the lower realms as insignificant ants. However, how could you possibly know that the laws of nature are cyclical, and that everything in the world has its own predetermined destiny. But I simply don't believe in this so-called fate. I firmly believe that one day, I will completely break this chess game set by the laws of nature!"

Hearing this, Duanmu Jiu couldn't help but be shocked. He shouted in astonishment, "Who on earth are you? How could you say such outrageous words?"

Facing Duanmu Jiu's questioning, Jiang Feng showed no fear. Instead, he took steady, powerful steps, advancing towards the formation. Like a cold and ruthless killer god, his face expressionless as he responded coldly, "You, as arrogant and ignorant as you, are unworthy of knowing my true identity. You have the audacity to attack my Qingyun Sect and even sent two True Immortals to support it. If I don't make you pay a heavy price for this, I'm afraid the world will think my Qingyun Sect is weak and can be bullied!"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Feng launched another attack without hesitation. Meanwhile, outside the formation, Man Gan was methodically directing everyone to manipulate the formation. Sharp rays of light converged from all directions, continuously bombarding Duanmu Jiu.

At this moment, Duanmu Jiu no longer dared to let his guard down. After all, not long ago, he had witnessed Shangguan Zixiu's brutal execution at the hands of Jiang Feng. He knew the strength of his opponent was unfathomable, and if he wasn't careful, he too would face certain doom. So, he quickly pulled a small, exquisite gourd from his bosom. The gourd was bronze in color, its surface densely engraved with a variety of strange and mysterious runes. Duanmu Jiu muttered to himself, his hands constantly forming hand seals, and the surging immortal energy within him, like a flood bursting through a dam, madly poured into the gourd.

At that instant, the previously tranquil gourd suddenly trembled violently, and a dazzling light burst forth from its mouth. Along with the light, countless weapons emitting a powerful aura surged out like a tidal wave. Upon closer inspection, these weapons were all low-grade immortal artifacts!

As soon as they appeared, they seemed to be endowed with life and wisdom, quickly adjusting their direction in mid-air and whizzing towards Jiang Feng. The fierce attack was like a thousand arrows fired at once, which was terrifying.

Seeing this, Fan Xing, who was standing by, was suddenly shocked and shouted, "Brother Jiang, be careful! This is the Hundred Treasures Gourd. It can release all kinds of immortal weapons it has collected, and each one can launch an attack on its own. Its power should not be underestimated!"

Yet, facing such a ferocious attack, Jiang Feng showed no fear. His eyes widened in anger as he roared, "It's just a mere immortal weapon. Today, I'll let you open your eyes and see what a true divine weapon is!" Without hesitation, he poured all of his spiritual energy into the Nine Dragon Divine Sword in his hand.

Nourished by its master's vast spiritual energy, the Nine Dragons Divine Sword suddenly erupted like a giant dragon awakening, emitting a deep, serene roar. The blade began to expand rapidly, becoming immense in the blink of an eye. Simultaneously, a mysterious aura of chaos slowly swirled around the blade, adding a touch of majesty and dominance.

Furthermore, as Jiang Feng's mind moved, hundreds of dazzling sword shadows emerged from thin air and quickly converged above his head. These sword shadows flashed with cold light, as if they were real, carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, and rushed straight towards the numerous immortal weapons at the speed of thunder.

At this moment, Jiang Feng and Duanmu Jiu stood firmly in their positions, their bodies unmoved. Meanwhile, mid-air, their weapons clashed, and the clanging of metal resounded through the sky, deafening even to those hundreds of miles away.

At this moment, Jiang Feng soared into the air and shouted, "Let me show you the power of the divine sword!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

This was the first time Jiang Feng used the second move of the Nine Transformations Sword Technique. This move almost drained away all of his spiritual energy!

As the Ten Thousand Swords Returned to the Origin appeared, countless sword shadows shone like falling stars, a majestic sight. Those sword shadows instantly pierced through the immortal weapons released by Duanmu Jiu, shattering them and dissipating into tiny specks of light in the air. Duanmu Jiu's eyes widened in terror. He tried to dodge, but the sword shadows were too fast, making it impossible to avoid them. And the formation controlled by Man Gan and the others prevented him from escaping!

The sword shadow directly hit Duanmu Jiu, and a strong light burst out from his body, like a last resistance, but it quickly extinguished. Duanmu Jiu was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground, blood continuously gushing from his mouth, and he looked at Jiang Feng with horror!

Jiang Feng's face paled after landing; the attack had consumed him greatly. He forced himself to stand straight, disappearing instantly. When he reappeared, he was already behind Duanmu Jiu. And in his hand, he unexpectedly held an immortal infant. It was none other than Duanmu Jiu!