Defeat in a Single Strike, Inherited Sword Formation

The white dragon coiled in the air, and Fang Wang, who was in the dragon's head, looked down at the thirteen geniuses below with indifferent eyes.

This was the first time he had publicly displayed the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique. He hadn't used it before for fear of being implicated in a crime, but now he had a certain level of confidence. Although he dared not claim to be invincible, appropriately displaying his strength could avoid more trouble.

Now that his Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit has been exposed, he must tell the world that he has grown up!

Anyone who dares to use the Fang family to scheme against him should first consider whether they are qualified!

Everyone was shocked by the Nine Dragons Divine Transformation Technique. The white dragon that Fang Wang transformed into was not only visually stunning, but also possessed a powerful aura that could be felt by the disciples outside even through the array.

The thirteen geniuses below were even more so, all of them as if facing a formidable enemy, some even sweating profusely.

"Let's attack together! If we join forces, we might not lose. The more powerful the technique, the greater the consumption of spiritual energy!"

Liu Jun of the Xuanhong Sword Sect said in a deep voice. He immediately drew his bow, pulling it to its full extent, and gathered spiritual energy into an arrow, pointing it at Fang Wang in the sky.

The other geniuses activated their natal spirit treasures and unleashed their strongest spells.

Fang Wang's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly lunged downwards. A dragon roared across the sky as a twenty-foot-long white dragon swooped down with an aura as if the sky were collapsing!

So fast!

Song Jinyuan's pupils shrank, and he was secretly shocked. His reaction was the fastest among them. He moved around in place and quickly used his sword moves. It was as if he had drawn five clones, all of whom raised their swords and slashed at the sky. The sword intent soared to the sky.

Liu Jun turned sideways, his upper body facing the sky, and angrily shot an arrow. The arrow, formed from spiritual power, became a beam of intense light, as swift as lightning.

The other geniuses' unique skills were equally impressive, causing the sect's main city to tremble.

The white dragon charged down in fury, tearing apart all attacks with overwhelming force. Just before it hit the ground, it suddenly turned around and attacked Liu Jun.

The white dragon was so fast that Liu Jun was knocked away, coughing up blood, and crashed into the array's light screen before slowly sliding down.

Before he even landed, the other geniuses were blasted off the dueling platform one after another!

The white dragon charged forward relentlessly, its momentum unstoppable. Anyone struck by it would have their spiritual energy scattered, resulting in anything from minor blood and qi shocks to severed tendons and shattered bones.

In less than three breaths, ten people had already been thrown off the dueling platform. The entire city's spectators were too busy to speak, all staring intently at the twelve golden mirrors in the sky. The white dragon in the mirrors was so powerful, as if a divine beast from heaven had descended and was wreaking havoc on the human world.

Fang Wang stood in the center of the dragon's head, his gaze fixed on what he perceived as the strongest, Song Jinyuan.

Song Jinyuan retreated quickly, his right hand unleashing sword techniques. Flying swords flew out of his storage bag, rapidly changing into a sword formation, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Faced with the approaching white dragon, he suddenly threw out his sword, and more than a dozen flying swords followed closely behind in a sword formation, accompanied by wind and thunder, with sharp sword intent.

boom--

His precious sword was knocked away, and the flying swords were shattered. The sword intent was scattered, creating a strong wind that shook the array's light screen.

Song Jinyuan's eyes widened, filled with shock.

His prized sword formation was so easily defeated.

Before he could think any further, the white dragon crashed into him, knocking him unconscious and sending his body flying like a meteor.

Fang Wang deliberately sped up in order to deal with him, and fortunately, he succeeded in resolving the situation.

Only two people are left!

Fang Wang immediately turned around, and the two men were so frightened that they flew off the dueling platform, not daring to fight.

Fang Wang stopped, his feet touching the ground. The white dragon coiled around him, then dissipated into a wave of energy, its roar echoing once more.

The whole process took less than six breaths!

All the spectators felt the same way.

Overwhelmingly powerful and arrogant!

The two sides are not even in the same league!

Despite being outnumbered, Fang Wang displayed a strength that exceeded their expectations.

Everyone had high expectations for Tianyuan Baoling, but no one expected the battle to go so dramatically.

After a brief silence, the main city of the sect erupted in thunderous cheers and uproar.

"My God, what kind of magic is that? It's incredibly powerful!"

"So powerful... Even if those renowned geniuses joined forces, they wouldn't be a match for him!"

"Is this the Heavenly Origin Treasure Spirit? This is incredible! Besides his cultivation level, he can actually master such a supreme technique!"

"I feel like he's already surpassed the level of genius, and even the elders might not be his match."

"After this battle, the title of the greatest genius of the Great Qi is no longer in dispute."

While the disciples and cultivators from all sides were discussing the matter in astonishment, the Nine Peaks Master and elders looked at Fang Wang with extremely complicated expressions.

They sensed danger.

Faced with Fang Wang just now, they really didn't have the confidence to say they would win easily, and some elders even felt that they were not as good as Fang Wang.

Zhao Chuanqian looked at Fang Wang with a complicated expression.

Fourteen years ago, he took Fang Wang up the mountain and regretted that Fang Wang chose to join the Third Clan. But fourteen years later, Fang Wang has grown to this extent.

The Sleepy Immortal laughed incessantly, boasting to the surrounding elders that when he first saw Fang Wang, he felt that this boy would soar to great heights sooner or later, but he never expected this day to come so quickly.

Sword Saint's successor, Song Jinyuan, lay on the ground, struggling to get up but unable to. Fortunately, the elders of Taiyuan Sect arrived in time, helped him sit in meditation, and healed his injuries.

Song Jinyuan barely opened his eyes. In his vision, the figure standing on the dueling platform was very blurry and seemed far away.

In his eighty years of spiritual practice, he had never experienced such a setback.

When he first heard that Lu Yuanjun had created a mid-grade Earthly Yuan Treasure Spirit, his reaction was disdain. He still believed in his own sword intent, but now…

His heart was plunged into unprecedented confusion.

No matter how strong the sword intent is, can it make up for the difference in the grade of the natal spirit treasure?

Lu Yuanjun stood among the group of Taiyuan Sect geniuses, looking at Fang Wang with a complicated expression. The surrounding disciples were excitedly discussing the battle just now, but he could not remain calm, because the strength that Fang Wang had just displayed was indeed terrifying. Without using that supreme treasure, he was not entirely confident in dealing with him.

In the distance, Zhao Zhen glanced at Lu Yuanjun. Seeing Lu Yuanjun's expression, his eyes turned cold, and he silently turned and left.

Zhou Xue glanced at the spirited Fang Wang, chuckled, and turned to leave as well.

Guang Qiuxian stood on the dueling platform and saw that the elders had already begun to heal the geniuses. He turned to Fang Wang and said, "Fang Wang, come with me."

He appeared calm, but inside he was extremely panicked.

Fang Wang is too strong!

He feared that a tree that stands out in the forest will be felled by the wind!

How could the eight major sects feel at ease after defeating so many geniuses with such overwhelming force?

He needs to think of a solution.

Fang Wang stored the Heavenly Palace Halberd into his Treasure Spirit Space, then followed Guang Qiuxian's steps. After stepping off the dueling platform, Guang Qiuxian also called Elder Zhang from the Mission Hall.

Along the way, the disciples kept calling out Fang Wang's name.

Fang Wang sighed inwardly. These disciples really lacked the composure of cultivators. He had only transformed into a white dragon and they were already so crazy. What if he transformed into a black dragon?

Along the way, Elder Zhang kept praising Fang Wang, and Fang Wang was a little embarrassed by the flattery.

Guang Qiuxian led the way without turning back or interrupting.

The three quickly arrived at the mission hall and went to the elders' pavilion on the fourth floor. Guang Qiuxian said, "Record 800,000 contribution points for him!"

Fang Wang raised an eyebrow; this was 300,000 more than previously agreed.

He quickly took out his disciple token and gave it to Elder Zhang.

Elder Zhang immediately complied, chuckling, "Don't even mention 800,000, I think even 1 million would be too little. The prestige gained from this battle is immeasurable."

Guang Qiuxian glared at him and said, "Are you the sect leader, or am I?"

Elder Zhang snorted and glared, then said no more.

The two people are clearly very close, and there is no deep hierarchical relationship between them.

Fang Wang remembered hearing someone say that Elder Zhang was the sect leader's senior brother, and that his time was coming to an end, and he didn't have many years left to live.

Soon, Elder Zhang handed the disciple token to Fang Wang, and Guang Qiuxian turned around and told Fang Wang to follow.

Elder Zhang sat down, gazing at Fang Wang's retreating figure, and sighed, "To be able to see the Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit in my twilight years is truly a blessing from Heaven..."

……

After leaving the mission hall, Guang Qiuxian led Fang Wang back to the main branch. The two arrived at the Shiyuan Hall and stood facing each other. Guang Qiuxian asked Fang Wang what he wanted to learn.

Without hesitation, Fang Wang directly chose the third meridian's Zhenmai inheritance, the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation!

This sword formation is the most profound secret technique of the Nine Meridians. To this day, no one has inherited its mantle, not even Yang Yuanzi. This shows that the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation is stronger than the Startling Divine Sword Technique.

Guang Qiuxian gave him a deep look, then raised his right hand. A whistling sound came from the corridor inside, and after a while, a jade slip flew into his palm. He handed it to Fang Wang.

"This is the inheritance jade slip of the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation. I will give it to you for a maximum of ten years. After ten years, you must return it," Guang Qiuxian said solemnly.

Fang Wang nodded and quickly said, "It won't take that long. As long as I remember the cultivation method, I'll send it back ahead of schedule."

Guang Qiuxian nodded and said, "The Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation was created by the second sect leader. That sect leader once went to a wider world beyond the land of Daqi to seek immortality and ask questions. After returning, he swept across this cultivation world with the Nine Heavens Azure Thunder Sword Formation. Unfortunately, no one can inherit his mantle. You are a Heavenly Yuan Treasure Spirit and have a strong comprehension of the sword. I hope to see it reappear in your hands."

Fang Wang immediately agreed, and Guang Qiuxian didn't say much, waving his sleeve to indicate that he could leave.

Fang Wang put the jade slip into his storage bag, then bowed and took his leave.

After leaving the Abyss Palace, he was about to fly back to the Third Branch when he suddenly saw a person walking up the mountain, and he immediately went to meet him.

"Senior Brother Lu, it's been a long time," Fang Wang greeted with a smile.

When Lu Yuanjun saw him, his expression became slightly awkward for a moment, but he quickly regained his usual enthusiasm and said with a smile, "Junior Brother Fang, your performance was really impressive. I feel like I am no match for you."

"Senior Brother Lu, you're too kind. If I want to catch up with you, I still need to cultivate some more. By the way, what brings you here, Senior Brother?" Fang Wang shook his head and chuckled.

The two appeared to have a close relationship, showing no signs of being enemies.

Lu Yuanjun replied with a smile, "I need to report some information about other sects to the sect leader."