Chapter 279 Immortal Emperor Feilian Vs Supreme Immortal Du!
Nie Fengzhuo-or rather, Du Changsheng-stepped forward in a blur.
The black-crimson sword screamed, cleaving apart the air as though it were parchment.
He felt it-the still-lingering turbulence of Bai Xueqing's rampaging Ice Qi.
He thought even if it had calmed, it couldn't possibly have settled fully.
No cultivator at her stage could suppress such chaos without severe backlash. She's finished.
Even if that weren't the case, could she match his power?
While he didn't have access to his Supreme Immortal Strength, he could still exhibit Spirit Severing Realm power, which he thought was already overkill against a Soul Formation Realm girl.
The strike descended.
But then-
Swish!
Bai Xueqing's body flowed sideways with impossible grace, her figure sliding out of his blade's path as though the world itself bent to let her pass.
The edge missed by the width of a hair, and in that same instant, her silver-blue eyes locked onto him.
Cold and Absolute!
"Impossible!"
Du Changsheng couldn't help but say it out loud.
He hadn't thought his strike-so fast-could be dodged so effortlessly, so perfectly.
Not to mention, the speed required.
(How is she faster than before?)
By now, just like Nie Fengzhuo, Bai Xueqing should also have been exhausting all her strength. Yet she moved faster than before.
Before he could adjust, her sword flickered.
A streak of silver-blue light lanced upward. He raised his blade in reflex- CLANG!
The impact numbed his arm, black-crimson flames scattering into sparks.
Adding onto that was the Ice Qi, making her strike far more destructive and powerful.
The ice power behind her strike wasn't the struggling chaos from before. It was refined, sharpened, domineering.
"Wh-what...?"
From the stands, gasps erupted once more.
"Her movements... she's faster!"
"No-sharper! Did her Sword Intent evolve?"
"Nic Fengzhuo is being suppressed!"
Du Changsheng grit his teeth, pouring his strength into Nie Fengzhuo's body. Clang! Slash! Clang!
Each exchange should have been overwhelming.
Each strike of his blade should have ended her. Yet every attack missed by a margin too clean, too exact.
Her sword danced like flowing water, yet every ripple was ice-cold and lethal.
His crimson flames were doused again and again, smothered before they could spread.
Nie Fengzhuo's voice trembled inside his sea of consciousness.
"M-Master... h-how? How is she still fighting like this?!"
His eyes widened in disbelief as Du Changsheng struggled to match Bai Xueqing's tempo.
Every clash jarred his bones, every deflected strike sent tremors down his arm.
It wasn't just her speed-it was her precision, her elegance, her flawless control of power.
Du Changsheng's expression inside the consciousness space was grim. For the first time, he had no immediate answer.
He didn't consider the possibility of a Soul like him residing within Bai Xueqing.
After all, for a Soul to survive after death, their Soul Power needed to be immensely high which is very rare.
Moreover, unlike him, Feilian didn't increase Bai Xueqing's Qi or Cultivation Realm.
She simply helped control her Ice Qi and wield it alongside her Sword Intent, making every move sharper, stronger, and perfect.
Bai Xueqing's sword arced downward, a veil of frost spreading from the tip.
Each strand of Sword Intent carried a biting cold, every thread slicing apart Du Changsheng's crimson flames as though fire itself had no right to exist in her
domain.
The crowd erupted again-half in awe, half in disbelief.
"She's still only in the Soul Formation Realm!"
"Then why is Nie Fengzhuo-no, even stronger than that-being pressed back?"
"This isn't possible... this defies cultivation logic!"
This fight had been eye-opening for many, and now Bai Xueqing was proving to everyone that the cultivation realm wasn't the only factor that decided a
winner.
Inside, Du Changsheng could feel the cracks spreading through Nie Fengzhuo's
body.
His borrowed strength flowed through channels already strained and battered from previous battles.
The boy's injuries screamed against him, refusing to cooperate with the power
he was forcing through them.
Every surge of Immortal strength was paid for in blood.
"Tch!"
Du Changsheng's teeth clenched. He was a Supreme Immortal.
To be forced into retreat by a girl not even a century old-no, barely into her youth-was humiliation beyond words.
How could he allow this?
No matter the cost, he could not-would not-be defeated here.
His eyes darkened, black-crimson flames swirling violently around him as he
began drawing deeper, far deeper than before.
The stage trembled, cracks spreading outward as the space itself distorted
under the weight of the energy he was summoning.
Lose against a Soul Formation junior? In front of a crowd?
Impossible!
His pride as a Supreme Immortal would not allow it.
"Girl... you've forced my hand," Du muttered, raising his blade high as
black-crimson light roared skyward.
The air thickened, the barrier groaned, and cultivators in the stands staggered
back under the pressure of the growing storm.
A big move was coming-one that could shatter not just Bai Xueqing, but
perhaps even the entire stage itself.
Du Changsheng roared, his voice reverberating through Nie Fengzhuo's body
and out across the arena.
"Absolute Severance!"
The control, the power was unlike before. It felt like even the protective barrier
might not be able to withstand it.
The formation masters worked frantically to strengthen the barrier as they
braced for the inevitable impact.
Yet on the stage-
Bai Xueqing's figure stood calm, silver-blue frost swirling like a tranquil storm
around her.
Her grip tightened on her sword, and her eyes gleamed-not with fear, but with
exhilaration.
The frost gathered, not in chaos, but in flawless harmony with her Sword
Intent.
The blade she raised shimmered with a radiance both ethereal and terrifying-a technique that was not merely Ice, nor merely Sword, but both, bound together
in seamless perfection.
"Icebound Severing Sword!"
The two forces collided.
The crowd braced for a cataclysm, shielding their eyes, preparing for the
eruption that would destroy the stage.
But-
There was no earth-shattering boom. No clash that shook heaven and earth.
The instant Feilian's Icebound Severing Sword met Du Changsheng's Absolute
Severance, the black-crimson energy froze.
Not slowed, not resisted-stopped dead in its tracks, every flame, every shred of killing intent entombed in crystalline ice.
In less than a heartbeat, the frozen Absolute Severance shattered into glittering
shards of black-crimson ice, scattering like dying embers against the white
frost.
And Bai Xueqing's sword never stopped.
The Icebound Severing Sword flowed onward, still brimming with unstoppable
cold.
Nie Fengzhuo's body stiffened, panic flooding his eyes. Inside, Du Changsheng's consciousness jolted in shock. "Impossible! I-I can't-"
But it was too late.
His Immortal pride meant nothing. His power, borrowed through a vessel
already cracked and bleeding, couldn't keep up.
Nie Fengzhuo was left completely open, caught utterly off guard. The silver-blue sword light surged forward, slamming toward his chest with the weight of a glacier and the precision of a perfected blade.
The audience's collective cry rose in disbelief and awe.
"Nie Fengzhuo is-!"
Du Changsheng could only watch with his eyes wide, disbelieving, humiliated-
an Immortal Soul forced to witness his great Absolute Severance reduced to ice dust, unable to move, unable to protect his vessel.
He tried to resist, but Nie Fengzhuo's body was already riddled with injuries,
and even if he had the will, it simply refused to cooperate.
He had lost!