Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

114: Chapter 114 is still the Lesser Five Elements Yin Yang Yuan Magnetic Divine Light!Lord Ji Xuan took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and said: ”Fine! Then this humble Daoist shall receive your guidance, Fellow Daoist!”

As his voice fell, he took a step back and flipped his right hand.

A long sword appeared out of thin air.

The sword was entirely cyan-green, and a thumb-sized thunder-attribute Spirit Stone was embedded in its hilt.

It was precisely a Top-Grade Magic Treasure, the Thunderclap Sword.

Lord Ji Xuan stood with the sword in hand, his aura suddenly climbing.

Peak Mahayana Stage!

That pressure was like a physical substance, instantly enveloping a radius of a hundred miles.

Birds in the mountains flew off in alarm, and beasts in the forest fled.

Even the Azure Wave Sect, thirty miles away, had many Disciples who felt that pressure and looked up in that direction, their faces filled with fear.

Lord Ji Xuan held the Thunderclap Sword, looked at Youhun, and said in a deep voice: ”Fellow Daoist, please!”

Youhun looked at him and nodded.

He raised his right hand.

No hand seals were formed.

No incantations were chanted.

No Divine Ability was used.

He simply raised his right hand in an ordinary manner, his five fingers slightly spread.

The next instant, a radiance emerged from his palm.

That radiance flowed with five colors, Yin and Yang intertwined.

It was precisely the Mystical Arts that True Body Gu Yan had learned in the past from the Great Five Elements Reincarnation True Scripture, the Lesser Five Elements Yin-Yang Primordial Magnet Divine Light.

Back then, he had also used this move to destroy Ling Wuchen’s Physical Body.

Now, Youhun used this move once again.

The same Mystical Arts.

The same understatement.

In fact, this time, he hadn’t even used a fraction of his strength.

Yet in that instant, Lord Ji Xuan’s expression changed drastically.

He felt his sword, his magic power, and his Divine Soul all locked by an invisible force.

That force was omnipresent.

It was as if the very heavens and earth were rejecting him.

He wanted to swing his sword to defend, but found he didn’t even have the strength to lift it.

He wanted to circulate his Qi, but found the Qi within his body was like it had frozen, completely unresponsive.

He wanted to open his mouth to concede, but couldn’t make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as that five-colored radiance drew closer and closer.

Closer and closer.

Finally, it stopped in front of him, no more than three inches from his glabella.

The radiance dissipated.

Youhun withdrew his hand and smiled: ”I accept your courtesy.”

Lord Ji Xuan stood where he was, motionless.

A layer of fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat.

In that instant just now, he had truly felt death.

He felt his Divine Soul trembling, as if it would completely dissipate between heaven and earth the next instant.

If that five-colored radiance had advanced even one more inch, he would have undoubtedly died.

No, it would be the destruction of both body and Soul, leaving not even residue behind.

Lord Ji Xuan took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart, and bowed deeply with cupped hands: ”Many thanks, Senior, for showing mercy!”

His voice carried a trace of trembling, his tone incomparably respectful:

”If not for Senior stopping in time, this humble Daoist would have been dead or severely injured today. Senior’s great kindness, this humble Daoist will keep in mind!”

Beside them, Ling Wuchen was already dumbfounded.

He stared blankly at Youhun, then stared blankly at Lord Ji Xuan, his mind a blank.

That scene from back then surfaced before his eyes once more.

The same five-colored radiance.

The same understatement.

The same arrival of death.

Only back then, he did not have as good luck as Lord Ji Xuan.

That move back then had directly destroyed his Physical Body.

If not for a secret technique to preserve his life, he would have died long ago.

Ling Wuchen subconsciously touched his own chest.

Although it was a new Physical Body now, that fear, that despair, that feeling of the moment death arrived, was still carved into the depths of his Soul.

His gaze toward Youhun became even more complex.

There was awe.

There was fear.

And a trace of something indescribable... relief?

Youhun looked at the two of them and said indifferently: ”You may return.”

”Do not mention this matter to the outside world.”

”This seat will not speak of it either.”

”This seat has no interest in sparring of this level.”