I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Chapter 2336

Feng Changjian's body was filled with Daoist energy, as if sword light was swirling around him, causing the space to be cut with terrifying scars.

"Lin Xuan!"

A voice filled with murderous intent rang out in the hall.

"There's a road to heaven but you don't take it, there's no door to hell but you break in!"

After the words were spoken, the palace fell silent, with only the sword light, imbued with Daoist charm, silently cutting through the space.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind sword returned to calm, and all the fluctuations in power subsided.

"I've raised you for so long, it's time for you to do something for me."

A calm voice echoed within the palace. As Feng Changjian raised his hand, streaks of dazzling sword light carried a figure flying in from outside the palace.

A young man was enveloped in the sword light. His face was rather ordinary, except for a sword scar on his left cheek that was particularly eye-catching.

The young man's eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy; it seemed that nothing in the world could stir his emotions.

"Support me?"

"If you weren't forced into enslavement, I would have killed you long ago!"

The young man stared at Feng Changjian, completely disregarding the tenth-level Loose Immortal Feng Changjian, whose cultivation was only at the peak of the Life Realm.

Upon hearing this, Feng Changjian's eyes blazed with fury as he stared at the young man, forming a complex hand seal.

"Humph……"

The young man groaned, his brows furrowed deeply, clearly enduring inhuman pain.

Even so, he merely hummed once and then made no further move.

"Ha ha……"

“Yuan Yi, Yuan Yi, after all these years, you still haven’t been able to get your attitude right.”

"Since you've been enslaved, you should accept your fate. Weakness is the original sin, don't you understand?"

Feng Changjian sneered as he looked at the young man, Yuan Yi, with disdain.

To everyone's surprise, Yuan Yi was even more disdainful, his face filled with mockery.

"You're the weak one!"

“Feng Changjian, if it weren’t for your 12th-level master’s intervention, you would have been killed by me.”

"Do you really think you're qualified to covet the Heaven-Slaying Sword Scripture?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention, even your master isn't qualified. He's used so many methods on me over the years, but how could you possibly touch the legacy of a peerless sword immortal? You've gained nothing."

"Hahaha……"

"boom!"

A terrifying sword intent erupted from the wind-blown sword, and the sword light instantly filled the entire palace.

Yuan Yi's robes shattered, and his body was slashed with terrifying wounds by the sword light.

In the blink of an eye, he had turned into a blood-soaked figure, his blood staining a large area of ​​the ground red, creating a rather bizarre scene.

Even more strangely, Yuan Yi maintained his mocking attitude towards Feng Changjian and remained silent throughout.

"I can kill you at any time, don't you understand?"

Feng Changjian questioned, and Yuan Yi, under the sword light, was no longer human, and his aura was rapidly declining.

"kill me!"

"immediately!"

The vibrations of his mind produced sound; Yuan Yi was no longer able to speak and could only express himself in this way.

The killing intent in Feng Changjian's eyes surged, its light flickering uncertainly...

The sword light and the Daoist rhythm blended together, constantly cutting through the space, leaving behind fine, fragmented wounds.

It's a miracle that Yuan Yi, who is only in a living environment, has survived such an attack.

"That's enough, he's really going to die!"

A sound arose from within the palace, vast and profound, its source unknown.

The wind-blown sword trembled slightly, and all the sword light vanished without a trace.

A thick beam of pure sunlight shone down, seemingly appearing out of thin air, and instantly enveloped Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi's life force, which was about to be completely depleted, instantly became vigorous again, and his previously shattered flesh and blood were restored.

Yuan Yi showed no emotion whatsoever in response, as if he were already numb to it.

In fact, Yuan Yi has experienced this situation countless times, and he is now truly numb to it.

"Master!"

Feng Changjian bowed to the void with utmost respect.

"Acting on impulse, do you even deserve the position of 'Son of Heaven'?"

The vast voice directly questioned.

"Disciple, I will teach you!"