Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

Sheng Qing'er frowned slightly and said indifferently:

"No, your cultivation level far surpasses his. Even if you seal your cultivation level, it would be disadvantageous for him. There is no fairness in that."

Sheng Qing'er looked at Chen Feng, and her dissatisfaction diminished.

Although he had many wives and concubines, his talent was high and his cultivation level was strong.

Her daughter liked him, so there was no need to break them up.

Chen Feng also listened to Song Dong's side.

Song Dong had already reached the later stage of Nascent Soul.

He was also unwilling to seal his cultivation level and fight against his own son.

After all, even if his cultivation level was sealed, the other party's experience, comprehension, and even physical fitness far surpassed Chen Chuhao.

Wasn't this bullying an honest person?

"I request the Patriarch to seal my cultivation level."

"In this lifetime, I will definitely fight against a cultivator who practices heavy swordsmanship and trains their physical body!"

Song Dong's gaze was intense and extremely serious. The demonic energy was almost uncontrollable.

"Chen Feng, what do you think?"

Sheng Qing'er looked at Chen Feng, who was the decision-maker.

"What do I think? I'll just sit and watch."

Chen Feng smiled and pointed to Chen Chuhao, who had the upper hand and was suppressing Lan Cang. It seemed that the outcome would be determined soon.

Sheng Qing'er understood his meaning.

"After this battle, you personally go and challenge him."

"Understood, Song!"

Song Dong held the heavy sword and nodded.

In his heart, the demonic flames surged.

Among the cultivation world, there were very few practitioners of heavy swordsmanship.

They were considered heretics.

Swords, spears, knives, and various types of treasures were the mainstream.

Heavy swords were considered to be used by ordinary martial artists.

Now, encountering a genius who also used heavy swords, how could one not be excited?

If Chen Chuhao knew about this, he would definitely sneer.

"Your brother Hao is not only skilled in heavy swordsmanship, but also proficient in various weapons and treasures."

A heavy sword is just one of them.

"Lan Cang is about to lose."

Chen Feng spoke softly, his gaze fixed on Lan Yu.

Observe his expression.

He appears very natural, without any major issues.

Clearly, he has accepted this result and feels relieved.

He also feels a sense of emotion.

As a second-generation member of the Chen clan, he is not lacking in talent.

This is just one of the eight kings of the Chen clan.

How strong are the other seven kings?

He still remembers that Chen Chuwu, a member of the Chen clan, had a phenomenon spreading for hundreds of miles.

His physical body is incredibly strong, and his blood energy is vast like the sea.

Such a terrifying existence.

Lan Yu boasts that even if he returns to the Soul Formation stage, he would not have much advantage in a battle against him.

The combat power displayed by Chen Chuhao at the moment is also extremely terrifying.

In his knowledge, besides the geniuses of the five major families of the Immortal Alliance, only the geniuses of the Holy Gate can compare.

So this means that the eight kings of the Chen clan.

Each one is not weaker than the descendants of the five major families. If that's the case, it would be too terrifying.

For a moment, he fell silent, and even the outcome of his nephew's victory or defeat no longer mattered to him.

Sheng Qing'er is the same. Song Dong, as one of the top five Nascent Soul geniuses in the Holy Gate.

His greatest confidence lies in the powerful Nascent Soul power after entering the Nascent Soul stage, almost transforming into a Primordial Spirit attached to the heavy sword.

Sweeping away enemies of the same level.

He has also gained fame within the Holy Gate.

He is hailed as the successor to the elders.

He possesses the potential to return to emptiness.

A seed player in the Holy Gate.

"Even if I lose my Nascent Soul power, I have no fear!"

Song Dong is extremely confident.

Chen Chuhao himself did not expect that he would have another opponent waiting in line right after his unfinished battle.

"Lan Cang, you are a good opponent!"

Chen Chuhao laughed heartily.

The might of the heavy sword is incredibly fierce.

It is very rare to have so many clashes at the same level.

"You didn't give it your all."

Lan Cang shook his numb arm and his eyes slightly darkened.

Chen Chuhao's strength is simply beyond his imagination.

Even so, the opponent not only placed the heavy sword on the ground, but also used powerful magic.

The subsequent battle was fought solely with physical strength.

This made him feel very dissatisfied.

Seeing that Chen Chuhao did not speak, he felt that he was being looked down upon.

With a roar, the spear was like a startled dragon.

"Blue Universe Eighteen Spears!"

"Dragon Universe!"

"Shocking Heaven!"

In an instant.

His aura suddenly soared, his physical strength and magic power surged, causing a disturbance in the surroundings.

A piercing "clang!" was heard.

The sky and clouds were stirred.

The spear in his hand was enveloped in a dazzling light, as if a gloom covered the world.

Only the sound of the dragon's roar could be heard.

The gloom was pierced and dispersed.

The spear in his hand trembled violently, and his magic power transformed into a long dragon, baring its sharp teeth and roaring.

Stirring the momentum of heaven and earth.

The surrounding audience exclaimed in astonishment.

"Oh my god, that's the Blue Universe Dynasty's ultimate technique that can only be comprehended at the Nascent Soul stage!"

"The prince of the Blue Universe Dynasty is too terrifying!"

Among them, there were also many experienced experts who were amazed.

Covering their mouths, they watched this scene.

Feeling the powerful wind, it was extremely terrifying.

Even with his cultivation at the early Nascent Soul stage, he would be defeated or even killed if he took this blow head-on.

"Can this wild king withstand this blow?"

"He is the one I bet so many spirit stones on!"

"If he loses, I will lose everything."

An elderly Nascent Soul cultivator was extremely worried.

His pupils widened.

His companions beside him were also the same.

"Very strong."

Chen Chuhao smiled.

"This is called Dragon Universe, right?"

Blue Cang did not reply, but nodded lightly.

"Alright."

"I have a move called Three Thousand Slashes. It's enough to encounter a genius like Brother Blue Cang on my first attempt."

Chen Chuhao smiled faintly and shook the heavy sword in his hand.

Countless fine magic patterns extended from the ground, emitting a bright light.

It dimmed the sunlight to some extent.

Or perhaps, the radiance of this side was too dazzling.

The void trembled, and the dazzling light pierced through the sky like a pillar, breaking through the clouds.

"Roar!"

Blue Cang was also cautious and extremely amazed.

His heart was pounding, and he had a sudden impulse.

This meant that the terror of this strike had caused even his body's instincts to tremble.

He immediately made a move.

He didn't want to, and couldn't wait any longer.

He couldn't withstand this strike.

"Brother Chuhao, take my move!"

"Here it comes!"

Chen Chuhao also shouted loudly, dispersing half of his momentum and forcefully attacking.

In an instant.

The earth shook, and a powerful gust of wind swept through.

The terrifying aftermath of the collision swept for miles.

Causing the faces of some cultivators with insufficient cultivation to turn pale.

The wind and clouds were in turmoil.

The sound of explosions continued.

No cultivator present could see clearly who won or lost in the center of the collision.

"Cough!"

Only a sound of Blue Cang coughing was heard, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out.

The spear in his hand shattered, and his whole body flew backwards.

The residual power of the Three Thousand Slashes was still terrifying, enough to tear a person apart.

Even Blue Cang's body was torn apart, and countless small wounds appeared for a moment.

"Silence!"

A light drink came from the sky.

The residual power dissipated.