This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 202 Unparalleled Magnificence

Xiao Xingchen gazed at Murong Fenghua, his heart filled with shock and reluctance. He knew the weight of that blow, and understood that this parting might be the last, just as Daji had drifted away. He wanted to reach out but couldn't grasp her.

“Godmother, I…” he choked up, all his words turning into a sigh.

Murong Fenghua smiled slightly, a smile that contained both reluctance and relief.

"Xingchen, remember, no matter what the future holds, you must persevere. Your journey is long, and your destiny is not to be underestimated. Also, please take care of Lingxue and Lingfeng for me. As a mother, I am unfit."

Her words were like a gentle spring breeze, warm yet firm, gradually calming Xiao Xingchen's unease.

"I will, Godmother." Xiao Xingchen nodded emphatically, her eyes shining with determination.

Murong Fenghua nodded with satisfaction, then his figure flickered, transforming into a streak of light that shot towards the sky, merging with the condensed, immense power, preparing to meet the impending strike.

This scene caused the eyes of everyone, including the Martial Emperor, to narrow sharply. Drawing a sword towards the sky was a matter of conviction, unrelated to cultivation level. It was like a broken spine that couldn't stand up. Only Murong Fenghua had made this astonishing move twice.

In other words, the rule of the Nine Heavens was like Mount Tai crushing an egg, completely breaking the backbone of the Nine Heavens Continent. No one, including these emperors, dared to show the slightest hostility towards the Nine Heavens. Only this madwoman dared to defy the world.

However, after the first time she drew her sword, the whole world knew that Murong Fenghua had been crippled like a withered flower. But now, seeing her glory reappear, people have finally woken up from their dream. A prodigy is a prodigy. Even if she suffers all kinds of suppression, she is still worthy of the name of a prodigy, just like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Yun Xiyao was stunned. This was the first time in her life that she had witnessed such an astonishing act. The woman's figure, which was gradually disappearing into the distance, seemed to be deeply imprinted in her mind, following her like a shadow, impossible to shake off.

Faced with that unstoppable strike, who dares to defy fate?

Why have I never heard of such a person? How could someone of this stature be unknown?

In her turmoil, she tried to emulate Murong Fenghua by drawing her sword and pointing it towards the sky. However, no matter how tightly she gripped the sword, she could not bring herself to point it at the heavens. It seemed to be an insurmountable constraint, and she was far from qualified to draw her sword and question the heavens.

Similarly, Senior Sister Tianling also had an unstable Dao heart. She was a martial arts fanatic, and since she could remember, she only had her own sword in her eyes. She never thought that anyone would dare to draw their sword and question the heavens. In her memory, drawing a sword and questioning the heavens was an act of disobedience and rebellion.

She never expected to witness such an earth-shattering scene upon her arrival in Yong'an. Just who was that man?

Why would such a person protect him? And why could he reveal her origins in a single sentence? All these mysteries left her bewildered, and she could only stare blankly at the figure soaring into the sky, completely entranced.

"Hey!"

The sighs, like sobs, echoed in the air. Emperor Wu's face was as resolute as a rock, his fists clenched tightly, as if he wanted to crush the turmoil in his heart.

At this moment, his thoughts surged like a tidal wave, and memories played out in his mind like a movie. It seemed as if he had returned to that day twenty years ago, with the past scenes vivid in his mind. It was still that familiar woman, and still that knife from Yujing. Only this time, the woman was less impulsive and more composed, like a fine old wine, exuding her unique fragrance invisibly.

Xiao Xingchen looked up at the receding figure and silently prayed, "Godmother, may you have a safe journey."

At this moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if it were the prelude to an impending storm.

At the heart of this storm, Murong Fenghua raised his head and poured the fine wine from the flask down his throat, as steady as a towering mountain, ready to meet the sharp blade from the sky.

Xiao Xingchen stood rooted to the spot, his gaze piercing, intently following the streak of light until it vanished at the edge of the sky. His heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions: worry for Murong Fenghua and uncertainty about his own future.

He knew that this departure would lead him onto a thorny path.

At that moment, he finally understood that he could only walk the road ahead alone, and no one else could protect him.

Daji is long gone, and now Murong Fenghua is about to leave as well. However, as Murong Fenghua said, his destiny is not to be confined to a pond; he must persevere with the tenacity of steel. Perhaps his only regrets are towards the Huangfu Lingxue sisters, his birth mothers, who were separated from him by death because of his momentary impulse.

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky. Immediately afterwards, a dazzling blade of light streaked across the sky like a meteor and plummeted toward Yong'an City. Xiao Xingchen felt an overwhelming pressure surge toward him, almost suffocating him.

However, at this critical moment, Murong Fenghua reappeared, a long sword as black as the deep starry sky appearing in her hand.

“屠！”

With a soft shout, like a sudden clap of thunder, a longsword named Tu, like the most brilliant star in the night sky, radiated dazzling light and collided fiercely with the falling blade.

"boom!"

The deafening roar was like thunder from the heavens, and the entire city of Yong'an trembled under its impact.

Xiao Xingchen's body trembled slightly, but her gaze was fixed on Murong Fenghua like a magnet.

Murong Fenghua moved with ghostly grace, darting freely through the flashing blades. Each swing of her sword was like a shooting star streaking across the sky, colliding with the falling blades to create dazzling sparks. Her figure appeared and disappeared amidst the flashing blades, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet she remained steadfast and unyielding.

The figure of one person was as small as an ant, while the form of the blade was as vast as the sky. Under this stark contrast, all who witnessed this scene were terrified and trembled all over.

"How dare you run wild in this world!"

As Murong Fenghua's radiance burst forth, like the blazing sun in the sky, golden light intertwined with darkness, completely shrouding the sky, making it impossible for anyone to discern what was happening within.

Xiao Xingchen's heart also surged with Murong Fenghua's figure. He secretly vowed to become stronger, strong enough to protect those around him, strong enough to face any difficulties and obstacles.

Finally, after a long and fierce duel, Murong Fenghua's sword appeared out of nowhere, like a rainbow piercing the sun, cleaving the falling blade in two. The scattered sword and blade energy fell like a meteor shower, crashing to the ground. The defensive array, painstakingly maintained by the Astrologer, continued to reverberate with the booming sounds of clashing swords; at this moment, it felt like the end of the world had arrived.

However, due to Murong Fenghua's intervention, the power of the Heavenly Blade was greatly weakened. Although the Star Gazing Formation seemed to be on the verge of collapse, after a while, the sword light and shadow began to gradually dissipate, and the world returned to calm, like the calm sea after a storm.

Murong Fenghua staggered like a candle flickering in the wind, clearly suffering from serious injuries.

However, a victorious smile appeared on her face, which was as beautiful as a spring flower, a smile brimming with pride and satisfaction.

"Sword Master, I have won this time!"

"Stars, can you see this? Man can shake the heavens!"

Murong Fenghua's voice lingered in Xiao Xingchen's ears, like a warm spring breeze gently caressing his heart.

Xiao Xingchen nodded heavily, his eyes shining with a resolute light like the stars. Murong Fenghua smiled slightly, like a blooming snow lotus, and then her figure gradually blurred like light smoke, finally turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the vast sky.

Xiao Xingchen knew that this was a symbol of Murong Fenghua stepping into the Nine Heavens, and also the beginning of their separation.

He stared in the direction where Murong Fenghua had disappeared, a sense of indescribable loss welling up in his heart, as if he had lost a ray of light in his life.

But in an instant, this sense of loss was replaced by determination. He knew that he could not dwell on the pain of parting for long and had to rise up for his own future and for Murong Fenghua's expectations.

Daji still lingers in the celestial realm, while Murong Fenghua vanishes from the mortal world. Yet he remains, the gears of fate never ceasing. Whether it's the mystery of the transmigrator's death or the taboo against demons by heaven and earth, he must persevere to uncover the truth. His Dao heart, adrift like duckweed after transmigrating, solidifies like steel at this moment. The fog ahead is gradually dissipating, clarifying his future path.

"Accumulating momentum to ignite a prairie fire"—these four words, as fiery as flames, are the guiding light left by Murong Fenghua, illuminating his path forward.

This Great Qian Dynasty was like a treasure trove where he accumulated power, and the Prince of Kaoshan was his most solid backing.

The golden greatsword slowly dissipated in the void, like a defeated warrior dragging his weary body down from the sky, attempting to fall back into Xiao Xingchen's spiritual platform.

"This blade has lost its edge, and now is the perfect time to tame it. By fusing it with the power of the battle sword, your sword will surely become even more formidable."

Yun Xiyao was puzzled, not understanding why she had reminded the man in front of her. Perhaps it was that receding figure that made her find her target at this moment.

The footprints left by Murong Fenghua are like brilliant stars, guiding her forward.

As for the struggle for the Demon Emperor's succession, it suddenly became insignificant at this moment.

A hint of confusion flashed in Xiao Xingchen's eyes. He couldn't figure out what the two of them were up to, but he still chose to trust them.

Because the blade aura that had lost its sharpness was no longer as unattainable as it once was.

The moment the sword energy entered the spiritual platform, the power of the battle sword erupted like a volcanic eruption, carrying an indomitable momentum and tightly enveloping the sword energy.

Within the spiritual platform, the clash of swords and blades ignited instantly, resembling a breathtaking battle. Cuts from the swords and blades continuously appeared on Xiao Xingchen's body, blood gushing out like a fountain. Seeing this, Huangfu Lingxue and Ruoxue were frantic with worry, immediately rushing to his side, their eyes sharp as hawks, fixed on Yun Xiyao and their senior sister, as if they would strike at the slightest sign of trouble.

"Don't worry, he's currently integrating with that sword energy; this is his opportunity. As for this person..."

Yun Xiyao nodded to the two of them, then her gaze sharpened as she looked in the direction of her senior sister. She stood with her sword drawn, facing her senior sister directly, and declared loudly, "A true hero should rely on the sharp sword in his hand to ascend to the highest heavens! This bestowal of fortune token belongs to him alone!"

"That's right. Prodigies should rely on their own strength to compete for the Fortune-Granting Token. What they snatch is not the path I pursue."

The eldest sister responded casually, and like a graceful fairy, she turned and disappeared into the clouds.

This scene was like a bucket of ice water poured on Yun Xiyao's heart, causing her fighting spirit to erupt like a volcano.

She knew all too well that this was an unprecedented formidable opponent; she had never realized there were so many rivals in the world!

She didn't look at Xiao Xingchen again, and like a shooting star, she fell straight towards the water.

Today's events have already exceeded the capabilities of many people. The younger generation of various countries were summoned back by those hidden big shots the moment the Heavenly Blade fell.