The Feng Zun Journey
Feng Zun vs Qing Zhu

His tone of voice was relaxed and completely revealed an unconcealed humiliation.

His overbearing attitude left Qing Zhu perplexed, he almost suspected that he had misheard.

Since when did the little Immortal cultivators dare to be so presumptuous?

Even if it were to ignore his background, his cultivation alone was enough to instill admiration and respect in any immortal cultivator!

The humiliation in Feng Zun's tone felt like an insult to his dignity, a provocation in person.

Of course, if it was just insulting him, Qing Zhu would probably ignore it.

However, it seemed like he had even underestimated his master. And that was something that Qing Zhu could not tolerate.

“You don't understand how tall my Majesty is? Who is an insignificant figure like you who so dares to humble him? You're saying that you want me to try out your abilities? Nice one!" 

Qing Zhu said coldly, his powerful aura soaring into the sky.

As she floated in the sky, her green dress fluttered and a misty light danced around her.

Although his appearance was incredible, the powerful aura emanating from him made only a few people dare to stare directly at him.

Zhenyu, Yin Ying, and Zhuan Long all looked solemn.

This woman was undoubtedly too terrifying!

They had witnessed the primordial spirit power of the Immortal God Realm before, but it was ultimately only a primordial spirit.

Whereas the beautiful woman in front of them was an actual existence, a true Immortal God Realm cultivator!

In the current Luo Mainland, it was enough to make him a peak-level expert.

Yet…

When they heard that Qing Zhu wanted to test Feng Zun's strength, his friends were nervous, and more than that, their expressions became a little strange.

There was no doubt that the woman had subconsciously assumed, that Feng Zun was just an ordinary Immortal cultivator….

Qing Zhu floated in the air and looked at Han Mei then said, “Mr Princess, that brat has insulted Her Majesty and needs to be punished, but rest assured, please, that I wouldn't go any further than that. I'll teach him a little lesson, that's all. Naturally I will not hurt your friend.”

Han Mei's forehead frowned slightly in response, “I urge you not to try it. If not, then you will embarrass yourself.”

Hearing that, Qing Zhu froze, she had never encountered anything absurd like this. How...how could he think, that I, Qing Zhu, am no match for a petty little immortal realm cultivator?

A moment later, Qing Zhu smiled faintly then said, “Master Princess, you may not know this. Although this humble servant has accompanied your father for less than a hundred years, my achievements in the Sword Dao will not lose to other Immortal God Realm cultivators. Please give me a chance to show you that."

As his voice rang out, Qing Zhu gripped the sword hilt at his waist and unsheathed it.

Clangs!

The buzz of the sword carried a powerful aura that spread like a tide, and a graceful white light soared high in the air.

The sword in Qing Zhu's hand was like silver frost, and it struck at lightning speed. A cold light illuminated the night sky, and the edges sparkled. With just a glance at it, it was clear that it was incredible.

“This sword is called Silver Moon, and it is a rare heirloom among immortal gods, besides that I have nurtured it with my cultivation base for a decade. So far, my sword has slashed five hundred and twelve opponents, and it has never missed its target."

Qing Zhu's eyes glowed like lightning as she looked at Feng Zun. "However, using it against small fry like you won't be sporty."

Clangs!

He returned the sword to its scabbard, a faint smile of pride loomed on his lips, “As an intermediate Immortal God sword cultivator, it seems like I will look oppressive to the weak, even if I fight you with my bare hands. How about this? I'll give you a chance, take out your trump card and attack me with everything you've got.”

Indeed, against an Immortal God cultivator, any ordinary immortal cultivator would definitely admit defeat right from the start.

When they saw this, the expressions of Zhenyu and the others became even stranger.

Han Mei even shook her head.

He had already warned her before, but clearly Qing Zhu did not believe a word.

He looked at Feng Zun then said, "Sister Feng, he has no ill intentions."

Feng Zun smiled, “For him, the distance between the Immortal Realm and the Immortal God Realm is indeed huge, no wonder he is so confident. To be honest, I was actually a bit curious, and I wanted to see how powerful his achievements in the Sword Dao were.”

As he spoke, he stepped into the air and soared into the sky. Then, he looked at the distant Qing Zhu, "I told you to use your sword."

Qing Zhu's fine brows shot up, and she glanced at the spatial tunnel behind her, then back at Feng Zun. “Don't waste my time, I'm in a hurry."

"Oh?"

As Feng Zun said that, he had already stepped forward, then extended his right hand, using his index finger as a sword to slash through the void of air.

Swoshis!

The clear sword light shot out, it had an inexplicable elegance as it slashed towards Qing Zhu.

Single, relaxed, and understated movements.

"Is that all you got?" said Qing Zhu. His eyes glowed with a condescending look.

As he spoke, he also used his finger as a sword.

Then Sword Qi appeared and exploded with a dazzling light, like a silvery light that shone on the autumn water. It was too blinding to the eyes, and it was filled with the Mysterious Truth that was typical of the Grand Dao.

His attacks might seem ordinary, but once he let go, his majesty made the entire stretch of heaven and earth tremble.

Zhenyu and the others all sensed it, the surrounding spiritual energy reacting as if it was summoned. Qing Zhu's sword qi guided him, shaping him into a unique power that weighed down their hearts and minds.

As he swung his sword, the momentum of his attack struck the world below, as if the entire heaven and earth were becoming the pressure that came with it!

The method that the existence of the Immortal God Realm used really shocked Zhenyu and the others.

However-

Cracks!

As the two types of sword qi clashed in the air, sparks scattered like rain. Qing Zhu's attack was as if it was paper-absorbing, and it split from the middle along with the sound of cracks.

His eyes were instantly focused, a hint of surprise on his face.

No wonder this kid dared to be so arrogant. So, he had a basis for his confidence !

But…

I only put thirty percent of my strength into the attack.

When he saw that Feng Zun's sword qi was still continuously advancing, and the momentum of his strength did not decrease in the slightest, Qing Zhu immediately raised his hand.

Swoshis!