C19 Sword Intent Controlling Soldier

Gao Bing didn't overthink it; he unleashed a ferocious offensive. His Moon Splitting Sword Technique was enigmatic and unpredictable, yet it failed to truly harm Loong Jiaoyang. Loong Jiaoyang consistently managed to discern the real from the illusory sword shadows, leaving Gao Bing, Zi Chongyang, and the others astonished and bewildered.

Moreover, Loong Jiaoyang had yet to launch an attack of his own, focusing instead on a defensive strategy that gradually depleted Gao Bing's Spirit Power.

"Miss, how is Loong Jiaoyang so formidable? He can always tell the true from the false sword images. Did you teach him the Moon Splitting Sword Technique?" Xiaohong asked, her voice laced with amazement.

"He's been secluded in the Pill Refining Courtyard; how could I have taught him? And even if I had, it's impossible to accurately predict someone else's real and illusory sword shadows," Zi Shan replied, her eyes shimmering with intrigue.

Xuan Lian, Zhou Li, and the others exchanged glances, their expressions filled with incredulity. The Moon Splitting Sword Technique was notoriously tricky and difficult to defend against, yet Loong Jiaoyang seemed to effortlessly parry the illusory sword shadows every single time, leaving them utterly perplexed.

"We're at a hundred moves now. Loong Jiaoyang's Spirit Power must be running low," Zhou Li remarked abruptly.

Zi Shan's expression turned grim. Loong Jiaoyang's breakthrough to the Middle Period of the Earth Stage in just one month had both shocked and delighted her. However, Gao Bing was at the Great Completion of the Earth Stage, with a reserve of Spirit Power double that of Loong Jiaoyang's. Even in a battle of attrition, he could outlast Loong Jiaoyang.

With the same idea in mind, Gao Bing maintained his relentless assault, buoyed by high spirits, intent on overpowering Loong Jiaoyang through sheer force of Spirit Power.

Fifty moves later, Gao Bing had expended eighty percent of his Spirit Power. His movements had slowed, his attacks weakened, and with each execution of the Moon Splitting Sword Technique, he could now muster only ten illusory sword shadows.

Loong Jiaoyang had been valiantly holding on, repeatedly jolted until blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Everyone was convinced that Loong Jiaoyang's defeat was imminent, yet he remained undefeated, a fact that baffled the disciples of the Profound Girl Sect.

Gao Bing had intended to wear Loong Jiaoyang down, but he sensed a shift in Loong Jiaoyang's Spirit Power. It hadn't diminished in the slightest, forcing Gao Bing to step back and halt his relentless assault.

"What's the matter? Running low on Spirit Power? Can't keep up?" Loong Jiaoyang taunted Gao Bing, who had ceased his advance and was retreating.

"Loong Jiaoyang, is this some kind of sparring match to you? You've done nothing but dodge, never once coming in for a close attack!" Gao Bing sneered in response.

"Fine, now it's my turn to go on the offensive. Brace yourself!" Loong Jiaoyang declared, his long blade ablaze with the intense heat of the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast's essence.

Loong Jiaoyang's gaze turned icy, his demeanor transforming as if a fearsome demon had taken hold.

With a piercing howl, Loong Jiaoyang leaped forward, charging and slashing through the air with the ferocity of a dragon and the agility of a tiger!

In that moment, Loong Jiaoyang was a whirlwind of reckless fury, utterly disregarding the fact that Gao Bing's cultivation level surpassed his own. His blade's momentum was crushing, forceful, and tyrannical.

Caught off guard by Loong Jiaoyang's sudden surge of intensity and the formidable presence of his blade, Gao Bing instinctively lifted his sword sheath to intercept.

Boom!

The long blade cleaved through the sheath and slammed into Gao Bing's shoulder, nearly toppling him and sending him stumbling back three steps.

Seizing the advantage, Loong Jiaoyang showed no mercy, unleashing three vicious strikes of Qi from his blade. These were no mere illusions; they were tangible waves of blade Qi that drained more than half of the Spirit Power stored within Loong Jiaoyang in a single, swift motion.

Three beams of Blade Qi shot directly towards Gao Bing's head, chest, and legs with lethal intent and unparalleled dominance!

Gao Bing had just been struck by Loong Jiaoyang's blade, causing his blood to surge and his Spirit Power to spiral into chaos. Already greatly depleted of Spirit Power, he now found himself cornered into a perilous situation. In a panic, he retreated, drawing his sword to fend off the three deadly strands of Blade Qi!

Zheng, Zheng, Zheng!

The Blade Qi cut through the air, clashing against the sword's green glow. The sword, exuding the formidable presence of the Heaven Stage, managed to dissipate Loong Jiaoyang's three strikes, while its aura bore down, compelling Loong Jiaoyang to halt.

"A Heaven Level treasure!"

All eyes were riveted on the Heaven Level treasure shielding Gao Bing—an invaluable artifact capable of unleashing the force of a Heaven Stage warrior.

"Gao Bing, what are you doing? Are you seriously resorting to a Heaven Level treasure to claim victory?" Zi Shan's voice rang out, tinged with shock and anger.

Her words snapped the Profound Girl Sect disciples out of their daze.

Gao Bing's cultivation level was already superior to Loong Jiaoyang's, yet here he was, driven to use a Heaven Stage treasure for survival. What did that reveal?

Zi Chongyang's expression was stony, revealing nothing, while the other elders looked visibly disturbed. Elder Gao, in particular, was seething with rage, his gaze towards Loong Jiaoyang brimming with murderous intent.

Gao Bing himself hadn't anticipated being pushed to such extremes by Loong Jiaoyang. He had intended to secure victory through his own prowess, not by relying on the Heaven Level Treasure Sword.

Observing Gao Bing under the Heaven Level Treasure Sword's protection, Loong Jiaoyang's opinion of him slightly improved. At least Gao Bing wasn't as despicable as Gao Chuan. Had Gao Bing resorted to the Heaven Level Treasure Sword from the start, Loong Jiaoyang wouldn't have lasted until this moment.

Regardless of the obstacles, Loong Jiaoyang was determined to emerge victorious. He owed a debt of gratitude and was intent on leaving, but victory was essential!

Grasping his long blade, Loong Jiaoyang advanced with unwavering steps. Despite the daunting presence of the Heaven Level Treasure Sword, he remained undaunted. His cultivation might have been previously destroyed, yet the sword intent he had mastered endured.

In that moment, Loong Jiaoyang became one with his sword, unimpeded by any force, channeling the spiritual energy of the cosmos to forge his sword qi.

Remarkably, Loong Jiaoyang experienced a mysterious connection with the Heaven Level Treasure Sword, a resonance reserved for those who truly understand the essence of swordsmanship.

Had Gao Bing chosen any weapon other than a sword-type Heaven Level treasure, he might have thwarted Loong Jiaoyang's approach. But fortune was not in his favor; he wielded the Heaven Level Treasure Sword.

With a mere thought, Loong Jiaoyang's sword intent neutralized the sword's formidable resistance.

Amidst the crowd's astonishment, Loong Jiaoyang traversed the imposing expanse between him and the Heaven Grade Treasure Sword, swiftly confronting Gao Bing. Gao Bing unsheathed the sword, desperately channeling his dwindling Spirit Power. Yet the sword offered no resistance to Loong Jiaoyang, stripping Gao Bing of his defenses and combat prowess.

"You are defeated," Loong Jiaoyang declared solemnly.

"How did you manage this? Why can you withstand the Azure Dragon Sword's pressure?" Gao Bing, in a daze, murmured his disbelief.

Loong Jiaoyang brandished his blade at Gao Bing's throat, turning to address Zi Chongyang and the onlookers, "I am the victor!"

"You insolent fool, do not dare harm Holy Son Gao Bing!" Gao Hong, an elder of the Gao family, bellowed.

"I merely wish to make it known that I have triumphed. Zi Shan shall not be wed to him," Loong Jiaoyang asserted with authority.

Gao Hong's complexion reddened with rage, his desire to ascend the Martial Practice Platform and slay Loong Jiaoyang barely contained. The other elders wore expressions of bemusement. Zi Chongyang rose to his feet, proclaiming, "Since Gao Bing has staked all and lost once more, he is stripped of his titles. The Profound Girl Sect shall select a new Son!"

"What? Sect Master, you can't do this!" Gao Hong exclaimed in horror.

"Then what should I do?" Zi Chongyang replied, his gaze icy as it met Gao Hong's. Gao Hong's lips quivered, but ultimately, he remained silent.

The disciples of the Profound Girl Sect stirred restlessly, particularly the stronger male disciples, whose faces lit up with excitement. The Son of God—a position that promised the most rigorous training and the succession of the next sect master. Who could resist such a temptation?

Loong Jiaoyang, however, was indifferent to the Profound Girl Sect's internal dynamics. He sheathed his sword and turned to Zi Shan with a triumphant grin.

"Watch out, you fool!" Zi Shan's cheerful expression vanished as she suddenly cried out in alarm.

As Loong Jiaoyang prepared to step down from the Martial Practice Platform, Gao Bing, drained of his Spirit Power, ingested a brown pill. With a sinister rise to his feet, he wielded the Azure Dragon Sword and charged like a frenzied beast, bellowing, "Loong Jiaoyang, you've stolen everything from me—prepare to die!"