“Black Flame Ghost Sword? Is that Chu Hanxian’s sword?”
“Really? Are you sure?”
As soon as that person spoke, it immediately sparked a wave of questions from the crowd.
After all, this matter was of great significance.
“There’s no mistake. That’s the Black Flame Ghost Sword, Chu Hanxian’s sword. I heard about it from my grandfather and have even seen a painting of it.”
“Whether it’s the aura or the form, it’s exactly the same. There’s no doubt about it.”
The person who first pointed out that it was the Black Flame Ghost Sword spoke with absolute certainty.
“Hiss—”
“Wasn’t it said that Chu Hanxian lost the Black Flame Ghost Sword? Turns out he didn’t lose it—he gave it to his grandson.”
Soon, people began to believe and accept this fact.
This was natural, after all, the one now holding the Black Flame Ghost Sword was none other than Chu Hanxian’s own grandson, Chu Feng.
Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, Linghu Tiemian’s expression turned sour.
After all, his Dragon-Phoenix Blade was also a renowned weapon.
He had been feeling quite proud of it earlier.
But now, just because Chu Feng’s weapon was once used by Chu Hanxian, everyone immediately turned their envious gazes toward Chu Feng, completely ignoring his Dragon-Phoenix Blade.
This gave him a sense of defeat.
*Roar—*
Suddenly, two piercing roars erupted from Linghu Tiemian’s Dragon-Phoenix Blade.
It was the roar of a dragon and a phoenix. As the two roars intertwined, two golden beams of light shot out from the Dragon-Phoenix Blade.
The beams rapidly expanded, transforming into a dragon and a phoenix.
These two creatures were lifelike, their fierce auras glaring as they charged toward Chu Feng, claws bared, as if intent on tearing him apart.
*Hum—*
However, with just a slight tremble from Chu Feng’s Black Flame Ghost Sword…
*Howl—*
In the next moment, a surge of black flames erupted, accompanied by the wailing cries of ghosts and wolves.
The golden dragon and phoenix collided with the black flames and were instantly shattered.
Immediately after, the black flames pressed toward Linghu Tiemian.
Seeing this, the crowd’s hearts tightened.
What had just happened had nothing to do with Chu Feng or Linghu Tiemian’s strength—it was a pure clash between two top-tier immortal weapons.
And the outcome was clear.
Even the renowned Dragon-Phoenix Blade was no match for the Black Flame Ghost Sword.
The Black Flame Ghost Sword, as expected of Chu Hanxian’s personal weapon, was truly no ordinary immortal weapon.
As the crowd marveled, the pressure from the Black Flame Ghost Sword had already descended upon Linghu Tiemian like a dark cloud.
*Hmph.*
Linghu Tiemian waved his sleeve, and a surge of martial power swept out, instantly dispersing the black flames.
Although the pressure from the Black Flame Ghost Sword was formidable, without Chu Feng actively controlling it, it was no match for Linghu Tiemian.
However, even though he had easily dispelled the black flames, the fact that his Dragon-Phoenix Blade had been outmatched in the clash of weapons left Linghu Tiemian’s expression even darker.
This time, he didn’t waste any words. Gripping his Dragon-Phoenix Blade tightly, he lunged toward Chu Feng.
Linghu Tiemian didn’t use any immortal techniques or forbidden martial skills. Instead, he charged straight at Chu Feng, weapon in hand.
*Heh…*
Facing Linghu Tiemian’s attack, Chu Feng simply smiled faintly. There was no trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he tightened his grip on the Black Flame Ghost Sword and took the initiative to meet the attack.
In the blink of an eye, Chu Feng and Linghu Tiemian were locked in combat.
Every swing of their weapons sent out waves of golden and black flames.
And when the two weapons clashed, ripples of energy erupted, each ripple either black or gold.
The battle between the two seemed more like a clash between immortals and demons—Linghu Tiemian representing the immortals, and Chu Feng the demons.
This was inevitable.
The auras of their weapons were simply too distinct.
The Dragon-Phoenix Blade radiated a dazzling golden light, like a divine weapon descended from the heavens.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng’s Black Flame Ghost Sword was shrouded in rolling black flames, accompanied by the wailing cries of ghosts, as if countless demons from hell were hidden within the sword.
But one had to admit, in this battle between good and evil, it was the demonic side that seemed to have the upper hand.
Though the golden light was more dazzling, it was the black flames that now captured everyone’s attention.
“It’s too fast, I can’t see anything.”
“But in this kind of close-quarters combat, without using any immortal techniques or martial skills, it’s more about testing combat experience. Chu Feng may be talented, but who knows how much combat experience he has?”
At this moment, due to their weaker cultivation levels, most of the crowd couldn’t clearly see the details of the battle between Chu Feng and Linghu Tiemian.
They could only sense the aura of the battle. Although Chu Feng seemed to have the upper hand in terms of aura, many believed that Linghu Tieman was more likely to be winning.
The reason was simple: among the younger generation, Linghu Tiemian was one of the older ones.
In the Ancestral Martial Starfield, he had been to countless training grounds. Not only was he talented, but his combat experience was also extremely rich.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have secured the third rank among the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars.
*Whoosh—*
However, just as the crowd was anticipating the outcome, a figure shot out from the battlefield.
It flew a great distance before finally coming to a stop.
When people took a closer look, they saw that it was Linghu Tiemian.
“What’s that?”
Seeing Linghu Tiemian now, the crowd’s expressions shifted.
They noticed that Linghu Tiemian’s body was covered in multiple wounds.
Although the wounds were healing, it was clear that Linghu Tiemian had been injured, and the wounds were clearly caused by a short sword.
Not only was Linghu Tiemian injured, but his face was also pale, and he was breathing heavily, as if he had exhausted his stamina.
From his current state, it was clear that the previous exchange had been a fierce battle.
If Linghu Tiemian was in such a state, what about Chu Feng?
Many in the crowd began to wonder.
*Tap, tap, tap—*
At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from within the chaotic energy ripples.
Then, a figure slowly emerged from the ripples.
It was Chu Feng.
But when the crowd saw Chu Feng now, their expressions turned even more shocked.
Chu Feng’s clothes were completely intact, his complexion was healthy, and he looked calm and composed, as if he hadn’t just been through an intense battle.
This stark contrast between Chu Feng and Linghu Tiemian made the outcome of the battle clear.
In this close-quarters combat, where no immortal techniques or martial skills were used, and only the weapons clashed, the winner was obvious at a glance.
