Prefecture, Martial Arts Practice Field.

"Hah!"

"Ha!"

Every single An Shan's children was earnestly practicing martial arts. The youngest was only eight or nine years old, while the oldest was probably forty or fifty years old. The Great Luo Dynasty was established by martial might, and the entire dynasty was dominated by martial winds, so naturally the Prefecture was no exception.

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

Anshan Taiping was not only a duke of Anshan County, she was also the Patriarch of Anshan. Whether it was a sect or a clan, they were all just different forms of power.

Heavy Sword Sect and Anshan were both ninth ranked forces, but Anshan was an eighth ranked power and independent force. In terms of overall strength, the Anshan was indeed not as good as the Heavy Sword Sect, but with the existence of the Great Luo Dynasty, the master of the entire Anshan County was still the Anshan, not the Heavy Sword Sect.

"Get up, all of you move to the side first. My son, Feihong, wants to exchange pointers with Ling Dao of the Sky-splitting Sword Sect!"

"Where did that kid come from?" He's not even older than me, yet he wants to spar with Brother Feihong? Aren't you being too arrogant? "

"There are so many people who are overestimating themselves. Isn't that kid trying to mess around with Brother Feihong?" How could the Patriarch agree to that? "

Ling Dao was only sixteen, and he did indeed look too young. These An Shan's children were unable to link him with a Ranker. However, after hearing Ling Dao's name, many people were shocked.

"Is he Ling Dao? Is the person who turned the tide in the compet.i.tion allowing the Sky-splitting Sword Sect to obtain first place? "

"Even if he's Ling Dao, I feel that he's still not a match for Brother Feihong. Brother Feihong even defeated a Middle Stage of Air Defense warrior not too long ago, can Ling Dao do it? "

These An Shan's children were only surprised at Ling Dao's ident.i.ty. In their hearts, they believed that Anshan Feihong would definitely win. Anshan Feihong was the same as them, they were both part of the An Shan's children, and since they were of the same family, they naturally trusted Anshan Feihong even more.

"Humph, everyone knows that. How could that kid be a match for Feihong?"

Hearing the An Shan's children's words, Anshan Flying Tiger and An Shanfeiying looked at each other and laughed. Anshan Feihong was also laughing, but he was smiling bitterly, only he himself knew, that in just ten moves, even if it was a hundred moves for a thousand moves, he would still not be able to defeat Ling Dao.

"Quiet!"

Anshan Taiping coughed, and the entire training grounds became quiet. He knew clearly in his heart that Anshan Feihong was not Ling Dao's match at all. He could see through Anshan Feihong, but she could not see through Ling Dao. After all, he was a Origin Stage Warrior, and even he couldn't see through Ling Dao, so how could Ling Dao be weak?

"Let Feihong and Ling Dao fight, that's all!"

No matter if it was Anshan Feihong or Ling Dao, neither of them had any intention to kill, it was just a spar. Anshan Feihong and Ling Dao looked at each other, and then walked to the center of the training grounds.

"Brother Ling, please!"

Even though Anshan Feihong thought that Ling Dao was only at the late stage of the Rus.h.i.+ng the Sky Stage or the peak, he still did not dare to underestimate Ling Dao. The moment he appeared, Anshan Feihong took out his own lower graded sword s, the Soaring Hong Sword. Facing Ling Dao, he naturally did not dare to let his guard down.

Anshan Feihong bellowed, he raised the Flying Hong Sword in his hand and slashed towards Ling Dao. The surging Zhen Qi condensed into an enormous axe, and chopped down together with the Flying Flood Sword. It seemed as if it could split a mountain and break a mountain; its power was extraordinary.

An oppressive might spread out. Even the An Shan's children standing not far away couldn't help but take a few steps back. Under that kind of pressure, it was difficult even for them to breathe.

"So powerful!" "I haven't seen Brother Feihong in action for many days. It seems like Brother Feihong's strength has improved again. At this rate, won't Brother Feihong surpa.s.s the Patriarch?"

"That's right, when our family head was at the age of Feihong brother, he couldn't even compare to him." Looks like our Anshan is getting stronger and stronger, signs of flouris.h.i.+ng! "

As soon as the expert made a move, he immediately knew if it was true or not. Anshan Feihong's sword techniques, in the Anshan, were definitely considered strong. Even the Anshan Flying Tiger and An Shanfeiying nodded. Their little brother was even more outstanding than them.

"Earlier, we might have underestimated Feihong. Now, I feel that we just need one sword attack to defeat that boy!"

Anshan Flying Tiger and An Shanfeiying both thought that Anshan Feihong's one sword strike was enough to defeat Ling Dao. Unfortunately, they did not know that if they did not think that Ling Dao was hard to deal with, Anshan Feihong would not have been able to perform such a sword technique.

"King Carefree, I'm not as good as you. It looks like my son Feihong is also not as good as yours!"

On the surface, Anshan Taiping appeared extremely calm, but the inside of her heart was in turmoil. The reason why he felt that Ling Dao was stronger was because, up till now, Ling Dao's expression still did not change. Even though Anshan Feihong had used the Mountain Splitting Sword, Ling Dao still did not care.

For example, if Anshan Feihong had unleashed this strike on him, Anshan Taiping, then he would definitely be extremely calm. Because he knew that this strike of Anshan Feihong's could not injure him at all; the disparity between the two was too great.

"Silver Moon!"

Ling Dao suddenly unsheathed her Heavenly Thunder Sword and unsheathed his sword. It only took an instant. The Heavenly Thunder Sword drew a beautiful arc, as if it was a waning crescent moon. The entire training grounds seemed to have been illuminated by this crescent moon.

With his current strength, just a single sword strike would be enough to deal with a Early Stage Warriors of the Air Defense Realm. Although they were both in the early stage of air defence, compared to Ling Dao, there was a difference between a rabbit and a lion.

A silver moon and a huge axe collided. The huge axe was able to split open a majestic mountain, but unfortunately, it was instantly smashed into pieces by the silver moon. Anshan Feihong's expression changed even more as the Soaring Dragon Sword in his hand clashed with the Heavenly Thunder Sword in Ling Dao's hand.

could feel the unparalleled power of the Soaring Hong Sword as it was sent flying in the air. Although they were both at the early stage of air defence level, Anshan Feihong only possessed the strength of two young dragons, yet he possessed the strength of ten young dragons, which was simply incomparable to them.

With a crisp sound, the Flying Flood Sword pierced through a large tree in the distance. The sword swayed for a while, before it finally came to a stop. The Soaring Sky Sword had already left his hand, so Anshan Feihong naturally did not have any chance to win.

The Heavenly Thunder Sword was now less than three inches away from Anshan Feihong's neck. As long as Ling Dao took one or two steps forward, he was afraid that he would die. For Anshan Feihong, who was using his early stage of air defence, he could not even block a single sword strike from Ling Dao. The disparity between them was beyond imagination.

"I... Defeated? "

Anshan Feihong laughed bitterly, even though he had already guessed that he might not be Ling Dao's opponent, but the result right now, was still something he could not accept. He had been defeated in a single sword exchange. If this was a life and death battle, he would already be dead.

During this period of time, Anshan Feihong had improved a lot, but unfortunately, he improved even more. Not only did the gap between Anshan Feihong and himself not shrink, it had grown larger and larger.

"Feihong lost just like that?"

Even Anshan Taiping's eyelids twitched violently. He knew that Ling Dao was strong, but he never expected him to be strong to this extent. Anshan Feihong and Ling Dao were like the difference between a three-year-old child and an adult.

So much so that Ling Dao did not even reveal his own cultivation before he had already defeated Anshan Feihong. It was only a single sword strike, but the outcome of the battle had already been decided. As a Origin Stage Warrior, Anshan Taiping did not expect such a scene.

"How can this be? In just a moment, the outcome was decided? "

"No wonder Ling Dao was able to turn the tide in time. Isn't his strength too strong?"

"Feihu, are my eyes playing tricks on me? Feihong was defeated by a single sword strike? "

"This... I also saw clearly that Feihong is not that kid's match at all. The difference between the two is just too big! "

Anshan Flying Tiger and An Shanfeiying were both dumbfounded, they thought that Ling Dao was not even worth mentioning. But now, Ling Dao had used facts to tell them that not only was he stronger than Anshan Feihong, he was much stronger than him.

Ling Dao said indifferently as he put away the Heavenly Thunder Sword. Defeating Anshan Feihong wasn't anything to be proud of, as it was something that was within his expectations. It would be weird if he could not defeat Anshan Feihong in one strike.

"If you two don't like it, you can come and challenge me!"

To the surprise of all the An Shan's children s, Ling Dao actually glanced at An Shanfeiying and Anshan Flying Tiger provocatively after defeating them. After all, An Shanfeiying was different from Anshan Flying Tiger, they had all been Peak Imperial Sky Realm martial artist since a long time ago.