NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 22
“YOU!” Ouyang Feng’s face twisted between green and white, feeling an intense sense of frustration bubbling inside him, his entire body shaking with anger.
“Old Ancestor…”
The cultivators of the Banshan Sect were on the verge of exploding, never expecting that their pride, the Transformation Stage Elder, would have such a low status in front of the cultivators from other states!
“What are you staring at, you eyesore? You don’t think you have the qualifications to stand with us, do you?”
Another elder from a major sect spoke up, dripping with disdain.
“Those Arid Province natives really don’t know their place. Even if they break through to Transformation Stage, they’re still the lowest of the low!”
A well-known green-clad swordsman from some state mocked sharply.
“Exactly, they don’t understand the rules at all!”
“Even if an Arid Province cultivator breaks through to Transformation Stage, they’re still just that lowest kind; do they actually think they’re someone important?”
“Old dog, just roll away; don’t embarrass yourself!”
The ridicule came in waves, slapping Ouyang Feng’s old face repeatedly.
This time, not only the Banshan Sect but all the Arid Province cultivators gritted their teeth, fists clenched tightly, glaring furiously.
Because the humiliation was directed at the entire Arid Province cultivation community!
Ouyang Feng’s expression soured beyond belief. Was being born in Arid Province grounds for a lack of respect?
Even those lower in cultivation were daring enough to point their fingers and mock him!
Did they think he had no temper at all?!
“Friends, I’m a native of Arid Province, born and raised here. The environment may be harsh, but the beings here are not lowly!”
“I am, after all, a Transformation Stage cultivator. Why should I have to kneel and let you step on my head?”
Ouyang Feng’s face turned red, neck bulging, arguing back vehemently.
“Old dog, are you seeking death?!”
The Transformation Stage cultivators from outside shouted angrily, trying to pressure Ouyang Feng into submission.
An overwhelming killing intent surged like a tidal wave, sending chills down Ouyang Feng’s spine, his heart racing.
“You…you guys…”
He felt his hair standing on end, his throat dry.
After years of hard work, he had just reached the Transformation Stage, a peaceful life ahead of him for over ten thousand years; why did he have to face unexpected trouble now?
Sigh, maybe surrendering was the way to go!
After much deliberation, Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth, reluctantly descending.
“HA HA HA, Arid Province cultivators really are afraid of death! Trash is just trash!”
This scene made the outside cultivators burst into laughter, their disdain even more pronounced.
Ouyang Feng felt a burning sensation on his face, realizing how pitiful he truly was; yet, for the sake of survival, he had to bow down.
Suddenly.
Ouyang Feng’s heart trembled.
At that moment, the Arid Province cultivators fell silent, their faces filled with disappointment, countless dim eyes piercing into Ouyang Feng’s heart like blades.
Especially the Banshan Sect cultivators; seeing their Elder act so pitifully made them feel like the sky was falling, leaving them lost and dazed.
The discomfort in Ouyang Feng’s heart was like millions of ants gnawing away, an insistent voice echoing in his brain, causing his breath to grow heavier.
“No!”
“I am the Transformation Stage cultivator of Arid Province, the number one in Arid Province! If I consider myself lowly, what future does the Arid Province even have?! Even if I avoid my brilliance this time to survive, I’ll be left with a demon in my heart—life would be worse than death!!”
With clear resolve, Ouyang Feng’s expression hardened, his rage igniting a fire within him, blood boiling like magma.
His descending figure suddenly came to a halt!
Then, like a shooting star, he shot back up wildly!!
Under countless astonished gazes, Ouyang Feng’s hair flew wildly, his eyes shooting out two beams of cold light towards the sky, releasing a long roar, akin to the roar of tigers and dragons, blood surging with passion.
“Arid Province cultivators, what’s there to fear in battle!”
“Anyone who is unconvinced, step forward!!!!”
His authoritative voice brimmed with determination, carrying a sense of facing death head-on, echoing across the vast sky.
Swish!
The piercing sound of a sword rang throughout the heavens.
In Ouyang Feng’s hand appeared an ancient-looking heavy sword, its blade inscribed with winding mountain patterns, radiating a blazing yellow aura like a small sun.
At that moment, he held the heavy sword, pointing it forward. His figure looked so thin and lonely against the backdrop of countless cultivators, yet shone with an undeniable brilliance!
“Old Ancestor!!”
The disciples of Banshan Sect’s eyes turned red, roaring.
“It’s here, Banshan Sect’s strongest treasure, the supreme artifact, Kunshan Sword!” The Sect Master said proudly and excitedly.
The Kunshan Sword—nothing it can’t break!
It was undoubtedly the Banshan Sect’s treasure!
“Elder…” A crowd of Arid Province cultivators gasped in shock, never expecting such a twist; their previously dim eyes regained their brightness.
“Too bold!”
“Arrogant!”
“Old fool, you’re courting death!!”
Angry shouts came one after another, like a storm.
Many outside cultivators were furious, feeling insulted, ready to take Ouyang Feng down in unison.
Facing the overwhelming terror, Ouyang Feng’s back was straighter than ever.
His eyes sparkled with determination—completely fearless!
“Bring it on!”
Ouyang Feng shouted, risking it all.
“Let’s all get him together, kill this old dog!” someone angrily yelled.
At that moment, an arrogant voice sounded from the ranks, “Everyone, hold on!”
The speaker was a middle-aged man wearing a golden crown, draped in dragon robes, seated proudly in a luxurious carriage pulled by terrifying fierce beasts, exuding a thick aura of blood that gripped the heart.
“The Prince Zhen Nan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a Transformation Stage late-stage powerhouse.”
A cultivator muttered, wary.
Prince Zhen Nan said with amusement, “This old thing is just an Arid Province cultivator. For so many of us to take him on, it’d just be a laughingstock if it got out.”
“How about this? This Prince is willing to humble myself and suppress him using only one hand.”
Upon hearing this, the crowd found it reasonable and chose to watch with cold eyes.
“Old dog, let you see the gap between us!” Prince Zhen Nan sneered, raising his hand and shooting it out like lightning.
Boom!
A massive wave of magical power transformed into a colossal hand, carrying immense force as it slammed down towards Ouyang Feng.
“Kill!”
Ouyang Feng roared, swinging the Kunshan Sword, releasing a thick, earth-yellow sword light that shattered the void, a momentum surging.
Boom!!
The ground-shattering explosion echoed.
As the smoke cleared, Ouyang Feng stood tall, sword in hand, unyielding.
A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
“You actually blocked that?” The smile faded from Prince Zhen Nan’s face, his gaze sharpened as he vanished from the carriage, appearing instantly before Ouyang Feng with a claw-shaped hand raised like a dragon’s.
Top-tier Divine Ability—Kanglong Claw!
In an instant.
A torrent of overwhelming pressure crashed down.
Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth, swinging the Kunshan Sword to block, his inner magical power surging like raging waves.
Clang!!!
The sound of metal clashing shook the heavens.
An old man fell from the sky, hitting the ground with a thud. Disheveled, blood dripping from his mouth, he fought to stand with the Kunshan Sword in hand, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
“Hmph, indeed, garbage!” Prince Zhen Nan feigned ease, but inside, he was quite enraged.
Relying on his superior cultivation, he had put in his all, yet he still couldn’t finish off this old man in one blow; it was really quite embarrassing.
“Again!” Ouyang Feng bellowed.
The opponent’s strength was indeed formidable, had it not been for relying on that supreme artifact to block, he might have been crushed to pieces by that last attack.
“This old guy’s not too shabby,” the other Transformation Stage cultivators thought to themselves.
Prince Zhen Nan furiously laughed, still daring to provoke?
Then, he no longer held back, showcasing various divine abilities one after another, charging towards Ouyang Feng!
Ouyang Feng adjusted his state, gripping the Kunshan Sword, prepared to engage.
Sword light reached the heavens, like a blazing sun.
As the ancestor of the Banshan Sect, he executed his sword techniques to perfection, and with the power of the artifact, fought fiercely with Prince Zhen Nan.
Soon.
Prince Zhen Nan grew increasingly irritated, his technique thrown off balance, and a wound appeared on his chest, blood pouring out.
Prince Zhen Nan was utterly furious, feeling impulsive enough to betray his promise, directly raising his hand to summon an artifact, a supreme artifact—the Hunyuan Hammer!
The Hunyuan Hammer plummeted like a meteor, unleashing gale-force winds that shook the earth, causing countless cultivators to sway and pale in fright.
Boom!
The Kunshan Sword nearly slipped from Ouyang Feng’s grasp.
He shook violently, his energy and blood roiling, sneering, “What did you say before? How embarrassing!”
Prince Zhen Nan, realizing he couldn’t save face, his eyes gleaming with fury, growled, “Old fool, I’m going to kill you!!!”
With that, the Hunyuan Hammer’s might surged violently, akin to a storm sweeping through.
In an unending series of blocks, Ouyang Feng finally couldn’t hold on, being smashed to the ground, spitting blood and raising a cloud of dust.
“If you begged this Prince, I could spare your trash life!”
Prince Zhen Nan stood holding the massive hammer, exuding overbearing pressure.
He intended to utterly crush Ouyang Feng’s dignity, breaking the spine of the Arid Province cultivators!
Ouyang Feng lay on the ground, blood-soaked, breathless like an old dog, a far cry from the once proud and lofty figure of a divine lord.
Yet in the eyes of the Arid Province cultivators, he was undoubtedly the number one divine lord!
“Senior…that’s enough…”
Everyone’s eyes were red, choking back tears.
“Old Ancestor!!”
The Banshan Sect cultivators were heartbroken, wailing loudly.