Infinite Regressor: SSS-Ranked Skill In Cultivation World!
Chapter 54: Sect Master Appearance!

Chapter 54: Sect Master Appearance!

Xing Yue was fast, faster than the speed in which Tian Long was pulling Shi Jing’s body.

In just a breath, her body flickered from her position and appeared right in front of Shi Jing.

Then, with a wave of her sleeve, the attraction force surrounding his body got dispersed, like a bubble being pop.

Instantly, the attraction force disappeared. Shi Jing found himself floating in the air steadily behind Xing Yue’s feminine figure.

"Thank you, senior." He said with a slight bow.

As his gaze landed on her figure, he was reminded of Lin Xue. For some reason, he had a peculiar sense of familiarity from this person.

However, it was brief before vanishing.

"Hm." She nodded absentmindedly.

Before they could speak further, Tian Long flicked his index finger, shooting forth a sword qi.

"Junior, I want to see how you will protect this child!"

Xing Yue pale face darkened, not saying a word.

Facing this sharp sword qi which traveled faster than the speed of sound, she slapped her pouch to produce a silver sword.

The moment this word appear, there was a soft hum. Instantly, the crowd gasped as they feel their sword resonate and shuddered before the presence of this silver sword.

She didn’t paid this anomaly any attention and held the sword tightly in her palm, then slashed the incoming white sword qi vertically.

Bang!

The sword qi came in contact with her silver sword, producing yellow spark.

Seeing this, Tian Long was amused as he exclaimed.

"Not bad! Not bad! How about this?"

Following his word, his finger was pointing at Xing Yue’s figure. Then, a sea of sword manifest in the sky above them.

This sea of sword has countless sword, too many to count. But just by sweeping it with her spiritual sense, she could tell it was at least hundreds!

At the same time, Shi Jing was wary, backing up facing this sea of sword. This battle was not something he could intervene.

This predicament caused him to lament at his ill luck.

Meanwhile, the inner elders that was near Xing Yue from before had already appeared on the arena platform, forming a barrier to block the residue from hitting the outer disciple.

Facing the overwhelming sea of swords above, Xing Yue’s expression remained serene, though her grip on the silver sword tightened imperceptibly.

The countless blade tips gleamed with lethal intent, each one radiating sword qi sharp enough to cleave stone.

"Supreme Elder," her voice carried across the arena, clear and unwavering, "This is not necessary..."

Tian Long’s laugh boomed through the air, his white robes billowing as spiritual pressure emanated from his aged figure.

"Junior Xing Yue, necessity? The only necessity here is to uncover the truth about this junior connection to the Sword Demon!"

The sea of swords above trembled, ready to descend at his command.

Xing Yue raised her silver sword skyward. The blade sang.

A pure, crystalline note that resonated through every soul present. In response, her sword aura erupted like a shooting star reaching for the heavens.

"Moon Cleaving Sword Art—Thousand Petals Fall!"

Her silver sword split the air in a complex pattern, each stroke leaving trails of luminous sword qi.

What appeared to be a single blade multiplied into countless silver petals, each one a razor-sharp projectile of concentrated sword essence.

The silver petals rose to meet Tian Long’s descending sea of swords.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The collision filled the air with a fireworks of clashing metal. Sparks showered down like falling stars, forcing the spectators to raise protective barriers.

Some of the outer disciples cried out in alarm as residual sword qi scattered chaotically.

"Impressive!" Tian Long’s eyes gleamed with approval despite his aggression. "But can you handle this?"

He gestured with both hands, and the remaining swords in his formation began to rotate, forming a massive sword tornado.

The very air screamed as it was sliced apart.

"Heaven Sundering Sword Formation—Thousand Star Stroke!"

The tornado of blades descended with the force of a falling mountain. Even the elders on the platform paled at the display of power.

Shi Jing felt the terrifying pressure pressing down on him despite Xing Yue’s protection.

’This is the might of Peak Dao Seed Realm cultivators,’ he thought grimly. ’I’m nothing but an ant before such power.’

But Xing Yue didn’t retreat. Instead, she stepped forward, her silver sword beginning to emit an otherworldly glow.

"If Supreme Elder insists on this path..." Her voice carried a hint of grievances.

"Then this junior will show you the technique passed down by my master."

She raised her sword above her head with both hands, and suddenly, the very moonlight seemed to bend toward her blade.

Though it was still day, an ethereal silver radiance gathered around her form.

"Moon Cleaving Sword Art—Sundered Night!"

The silver sword in her hands transformed into what looked like a crescent moon. The blade’s light was so pure and bright that it seemed to cleanse the very air around it.

Elder Wen gasped from the spectator platform.

"That’s... that’s the legendary sword art of Sword Saint Yue Chen!"

The crescent moon sword met the descending vortex of blades head-on.

BOOM!

The collision sent shockwaves rippling outward, cracking the arena platform.

Several outer disciples were thrown from their feet, and even some inner elders had to steady themselves.

But when the dust settled, both attacks had been neutralized.

Xing Yue stood calmly with her silver sword at her side, while Tian Long floated above, his sea of swords dispersed.

For a moment, silence reigned over the arena.

"Enough!"

The voice that rang out was not from either combatant, but from an elderly figure who materialized between them—Sect Master Yan Fei, his robes pristine white and his presence commanding absolute authority.

Both Tian Long and Xing Yue immediately cupped their hands in salute.

"Sect Master," they said in unison.

Yan Fei’s gaze swept over the damaged arena, the scattered disciples, and the foreign representatives who were watching with keen interest.

His expression was grave and disappointed.