Imperial Cultivation Chapter 1445 - 1441: Power

Super Sense has already spread, penetrating the changes within his sword.

He’s extremely curious about the power of this technique.

Yet Wang Miaoqiao’s sword suddenly dims to near disappearance of its seven-colored light.

Without Spiritual Essence support, the power of this sword naturally reduces greatly.

"Again!"

Chu Zhiyuan swings the tree branch again.

Wang Miaoqiao once again channels Spiritual Essence to envelop the longsword and meets him.

He also wants to see the true power of Chu Zhiyuan’s swordsmanship.

Very unwilling to accept defeat.

Feels the power contained in the tree branch is extremely strange, able to disperse Spiritual Essence.

With Spiritual Essence gone, the power and speed on the sword plummet drastically.

"Boom!"

The Seven-Colored Long Sword and the green branch clash again.

The seven-colored light on the sword instantly dissipates, while it is pushed back a foot.

Yet the green tree branch remains unscathed.

"Again!"

Wang Miaoqiao shouted.

He is still not willing to yield.

What he’s holding is a Treasure Sword, even without Spiritual Essence, its sharpness and his own strength and speed are quite powerful.

It should definitely not be something a mere tree branch can’t be severed by.

Moreover, this tree branch doesn’t have any Spiritual Essence attached, appearing quite ordinary.

It’s indeed bizarre.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

"Crack"

After a dozen swords, the longsword suddenly shatters, fragments bursting apart.

Both sweep their sleeves.

The fragments stop in mid-air, slowly falling down, disappearing into the void without a sound for a long time.

At this moment, both are stepping on air, their faces revealing curiosity as they observe that green branch.

"Zhiyuan, what treasure is this branch?"

"Master Ancestor, it’s just a normal tree branch."

"Impossible."

Chu Zhiyuan smiles and tosses the branch over.

Wang Miaoqiao catches it, cautiously examines it in front of him.

The branch is verdant, tender leaves and buds still present, fresh aura lingering.

At a glance, undoubtedly just broken off from the trunk.

Wang Miaoqiao channels energy, and seven-colored light immediately emerges from the branch, enveloping it.

He gently swings it.

Chu Zhiyuan pinches out a Sword technique with two fingers, instantly condensing a seven-colored light as if forming a longsword.

It is indeed the Qiankun Sword Technique.

The Qiankun Sword Technique activates, the Seven-Colored Long Sword swinging towards Wang Miaoqiao.

Wang Miaoqiao meets with a seven-colored branch.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Crack!"

The seven-colored branch ultimately fails to resist the Qiankun Sword Technique, shattering into powder.

Wang Miaoqiao feels a bit embarrassed, claps his palms: "It really is just an ordinary branch."

Chu Zhiyuan laughs: "Master Ancestor, how’s the power of this swordsmanship?"

"Very peculiar," Wang Miaoqiao sighs: "Seems it specifically restrains Spiritual Artifacts?"

Chu Zhiyuan raises his brow.

He honestly hadn’t thought of this before, not knowing its true power.

By sparring with Wang Miaoqiao, he discovered the intricacy of this sword technique.

This move has two wonders: one is the ability to disperse Spiritual Essence, the other to destroy weapons.

No essence not dispersed, no solidity not destroyed.

The application of Spiritual Artifacts relies on the driving of Spiritual Essence.

Without Spiritual Essence, no matter how marvelous an artifact, it cannot wield its power.

Wang Miaoqiao asks: "Can you make this technique even stronger?"

Chu Zhiyuan ponders.

Wang Miaoqiao says: "If it can be stronger, then it could ignore the Realm, directly restraining other Spirit Venerables."

Chu Zhiyuan slowly nods.

If its power can be elevated further, truly there would be no fear of other Spirit Venerables.

He possesses Earth Origin Technique, his Qinggong is fast enough, coupled with this sword technique, like a tiger with wings, unafraid of other high turn Spirit Venerables.

Thinking about this, he calls out: "Master Ancestor, try using Fist Technique."

"Watch the palm!"

Wang Miaoqiao suddenly extends a palm.

Seven-colored light forms a Hand Seal.

At the same time, light appears in the void, converging towards the seven-colored Hand Seal.

The light is brilliant and dazzling, its momentum astonishing, rushing towards Chu Zhiyuan.

This light is even more dazzling, but the Hand Seal shrinks by half.

Chu Zhiyuan feels its aura swell violently as it diminishes.

Then he swings out the Golden Sword.

The Golden Sword is crystal clear, light and facing the minimized Hand Seal, silently piercing through it.

The Hand Seal quietly extinguishes in the air.

"Again!"

Wang Miaoqiao shouted.

One after another, Hand Seals fly out, various shapes, some palm-shaped, some phoenix-shaped, some dragon-shaped, some tiger-shaped, others sword-shaped.

The power of these Hand Seals varies greatly, and their momentum varies greatly too.

Some are earth-shattering, some are silent and inconspicuous, secretly hidden.

Yet all were silently extinguished in the midst of Golden Sword’s breakthrough, as if they never appeared.

Palm and sword crossed, not even a trace of breeze, calm and unruffled.

Wang Miaoqiao eventually stops, marveling at Chu Zhiyuan: "A marvelous sword technique!"

Previously, swordsmanship against swordsmanship only reflected half of this technique’s mystery, now against Hand Skills and Fist Technique, it’s fully demonstrated.

Any intense Palm Force and Fist Power, none can resist this sword technique’s destruction.

Chu Zhiyuan smiles: "Indeed a wonderful sword technique."

"However," he then shakes his head: "Still, the tree branch is more useful."

He flashes and disappears.

The next moment, after reappearing, the Golden Sword is already sheathed, in hand is still a segment of a tree branch.

Still like the previous branch, tender and vigorous, resembling a branch after rain.

"Wait a moment, let me fetch another Spiritual Artifact." Wang Miaoqiao says.

He rushes to the cliff, floating into one of the halls amidst the cliffs.

A moment later reappears, holding a longsword in hand, the sword brilliant and radiant.

He gently shakes the longsword, proudly says: "This is a Spiritual Artifact, Fiery Sun Sword!"

Then solemnly looks at the green branch in Chu Zhiyuan’s hand.

Chu Zhiyuan hesitates, shakes his head: "Master Ancestor, forget it."

He worries it might destroy this Spiritual Artifact.

Spiritual Artifacts are very important to Spirit Venerables, very precious.

Destroying a Spiritual Artifact is no small matter.

"Try one strike." Wang Miaoqiao says: "Must test the limit power of your sword technique."

"Then one strike." Chu Zhiyuan replies.

"Watch the sword!" Wang Miaoqiao shouts.

"Buzz..."

The longsword instantly transforms into a dazzling light, akin to a Light Saber formed by sunlight.

Compared to the Seven-Colored Long Sword condensed by the light, this Fiery Sun Sword is so bright and eye-piercing it’s unbearable.

"Ding..."

In the clear sound, the piercing white light vanishes instantly, leaving its shadow in the retina, the forward momentum abruptly stopped, unable to advance.

Originally stabbing straight towards Chu Zhiyuan, it loses all power after a swipe of the green branch, unable to move forward.

Wang Miaoqiao finds it strange.

Not only the Spiritual Essence but even the physical strength in his palm was dissipated, becoming soft and powerless.

Originally light Fiery Sun Sword now feels as heavy as a thousand pounds, hard to hold, about to drop out of his grip.

He quickly switches to his left hand.

Switching to his left hand, it improves significantly, no longer feeling ready to fall.

He looks at Chu Zhiyuan: "Zhiyuan, is your swordsmanship still improving?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiles and nods: "Every time I use it, my understanding deepens a bit."

He never expected that Divine Race maiden’s casual branch swipe could be so miraculous.

That handsome youth wore Treasure Armor, certainly not a typical Divine Race, this sword was capable of destroying Treasure Armor, impressive power.

Originally thinking it was the maiden’s powerful strength relying on her formidable Cultivation, now seeing, it’s the magic of the swipe.

The more he comprehends, the more he performs, the more he finds it infinitely marvelous.

As if entering another realm, another broad world never imagined.

Touching another level of power.

This keeps him enchanted, longing to keep on using it.

"Your comprehension..." Wang Miaoqiao shakes his head: "Leaves one speechless, where is this sword technique from?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiles: "Acquired through a fortuitous encounter, an unexpected delight."

Wang Miaoqiao sighs: "Your luck is also amazing."

Chu Zhiyuan smiles and nods.