Chapter 89: Five Swords Unite!

  "Then..."

  "Can he simultaneously wield five flying swords? How can Chu Yan's divine sense be so powerful?"

  "This kind of divine thought is comparable to that of a beginner cultivator in the Foundation Building stage!"

  ……

  Everyone on the platform was amazed.

  "Qī Shīdì, could it be that Chǔ Zhǎngtiān left behind a secret method for cultivating divine intent for this child before he died?"

  Xiang Yun Kong's face, which had been filled with anger just a moment before, was now replaced with shock, and he said in disbelief.

  "It's very likely, Brother Xiang, you also know that Chu Changtian back then had quite a few sinister methods!"

  Qitian Lie said calmly, but his heart was filled with greed. The method of cultivating divine sense had always been scarce since ancient times. Who would complain that their divine sense was too strong? At this moment, his killing intent towards Chuyan grew even stronger.

  After Chu Yan's self-repair, his spiritual consciousness was comparable to some of the most talented Qi Refining stage cultivators who had reached the Great Perfection. With the addition of cultivating the "Thousand Thoughts Primordial Formula", a supreme secret technique, Chu Yan's current spiritual consciousness is enough to rival that of mid-term Foundation Building stage cultivators.

  The momentum on the stage has already slowed down a bit.

  "What? How is this possible?"

  Xiang Feng's eyes widened in astonishment, his face filled with incredulity.

  Watching the five flying swords spinning above Chu Yan's head, Xiang Feng finally understood what it meant to be a master of one's craft. It turned out that Chu Yan really had the capital to be arrogant.

  "Hmph, but how can your spiritual energy possibly be as dense and rich as mine? If I exhaust myself, you'll die of exhaustion too!"

  Xiang Feng thought for a moment and then let out a loud roar, his spiritual energy burning intensely within him, propelling the three silver flying swords to their limits.

  "Really?"

  Chu Yan smiled faintly, the Qingmang sword in front, the remaining four golden swords lined up behind him, forming a cone shape and rushing towards those three silver flying swords.

  Eight flying swords collided together, and spiritual light burst out in all directions.

  Five against three, Chu Yan naturally had the upper hand.

  However, the three flying swords of Feng were like a madman on drugs, crazily and continuously attacking, so although Chu Yan's five flying swords had the upper hand, they couldn't break through the three flying swords for the time being.

  Chu Yan was focused on manipulating the five flying swords, showing no intention of changing his moves, and seemed to be preparing for a final showdown with Xiang Feng.

  "That guy is really clever, he wants to force a spiritual power showdown, what a great idea!"

  "Yes, but Chu Yan really foolishly compared his spiritual power with Hei Ren Jia!"

  "Xiang Feng is a cultivator of the 12th layer of Qi Refining, his spiritual power is profound and far surpasses that of Chu Yan, who is only at the 9th layer!"

  ……

  Some insightful people on the sidelines have already seen Xiang Feng's intentions. In their opinion, Chu Yan is a bit too arrogant. With so many powerful means at his disposal, why bother to compete with others in terms of spiritual power?

  However.

  Half a minute later, everyone's expression changed slightly.

  Chu Yan was smiling and chatting as if nothing had happened, without any signs of fatigue, still effortlessly controlling the five flying swords to counterattack Xiang Feng.

  Reviewing the wind of items.

  At this time, there were already beads of sweat on his face, and he looked a bit tired.

  He wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer, exhausting his spiritual energy like this. He could clearly feel that six of the twelve strands of spiritual energy in his dantian had already been consumed.

  "This guy is definitely forcing it! His spiritual energy will be depleted in less than half a minute!"

  Xiang Feng's eyes stared fixedly at Chu Yan, thinking to himself in his heart.

  Half an hour had passed and at this moment everyone's eyes widened as if they saw a ghost.

  Chu Yan's face still didn't have a hint of fatigue, and the five flying swords he manipulated became even more agile.

  "This..."

  Xiang Feng was now extremely exhausted, his face paler than ever before, sweating profusely, and was already shocked to the point of being speechless.

  At this time, Xiang Feng's dantian only had the last wisp of spiritual energy left, and more than half of this spiritual energy had already been consumed.

  Spiritual power is about to be exhausted! And when spiritual power is exhausted, it is also the time of its defeat!

  Wrong, completely wrong. Xiang Feng only realized now that he had been foolish to the extreme. If it weren't for the support of such a thick and powerful spiritual energy, how could Chu Yan have competed with him in terms of spiritual power?

  Chu Yan is silly? That's a huge joke! He has capital!

  "Pinch me, am I dreaming?"

  "Chu Yan only has a 9-layer spiritual power in the Qi Refining stage, how can it be thicker than Xiang Feng?"

  "I've never seen common sense on this guy!"

  ……

  On the platform, everyone has become numb to Chu Yan's repeated heaven-defying moves.

  "Heh heh, is this really how you want to lose?"

  Chu Yan's words were faintly spoken, but his aura suddenly burst out. Five flying swords in the air radiated a fierce glow, causing three silver flying swords to retreat in defeat.

  He actually still has so much spiritual power left?

  "Dong Dong!"

  Suddenly, three silver flying swords fell to the ground, their luster completely gone.

  "Bang!"

  The last wisp of spiritual energy in his dantian dispersed, and his spiritual energy was exhausted. At this moment, Xiang Feng felt despair.

  Why does Chu Yan still have so much remaining spiritual power?

  Chu Yan was able to wield the five flying swords, relying on the power of multiple swords. Each time he moved, he only used half the spiritual energy that Xiang Feng did, yet they were evenly matched. Moreover, Chu Yan's true spiritual strength was comparable to that of a cultivator in the Great Circle of Qi Refining.

  "I won't lose!"

  His face suddenly became ferocious and abnormal, his voice shrill and loud, and at the same time a blood-red pill appeared in his hand!