Chapter 5357: Cutting off the arm with a sword
David smiled. “Divine runes are indeed a manifestation of the laws of heaven and earth, but activating these laws depends on the control of spiritual energy, not bloodline.
Even though I am not a member of the divine race, I can draw talismans that suppress divine runes.”
He flicked his fingertip, and a demon-suppressing talisman appeared out of thin air. Runes flowed on it, faintly emitting fluctuations that could suppress the golden divine runes.
David had learned from the Divine Rune Patriarch and the Formation Demon, all of whom had been taught directly. For Wei Feng, discussing divine runes in front of David was like showing off his sword to Guan Gong.
Wei Feng’s pupils shrank, and he asked, “Then the Wanfa Tongjian said, ‘Cultivation must be done step by step, and one must not skip levels.’ Do you dare say that this is wrong?”
Gradual progress is the foundation, but not a rigid rule.”
David shook his head. “When the ancestor of mankind suddenly woke up in despair, he broke through the two major realms from Earthly Immortal to Heavenly Immortal in one night. What
He also follows a step-by-step approach? Cultivation is like rowing against the current. Sometimes, burning your boat can open up a new path.” He quoted from ancient texts and practical examples of cultivation, thoroughly refuting each of Wei Feng’s questions.
The surrounding disciples slowly gathered around, listening to David’s words, many with thoughtful expressions.
Veins bulged on Wei Feng’s forehead. He was completely outclassed, and he could only rage in shame: “Nonsense will harm the country! Cultivation ultimately depends on strength!”
You’re a useless piece of trash from the first level of the Earthly Immortal Realm. Even if you talk big, it won’t change the fact that you’re weak! If you’re brave enough,
Let’s have a duel. I’ll show you how I can teach you, you shameless human!” As he spoke, golden divine patterns lit up around him, and the aura of a seventh-level Earthly Immortal radiated. It was clear that he was truly furious.
Zi Yuan frowned and said, “Wei Feng, don’t be rude!”
But Wei Feng refused to listen. He stared at David and said sternly, “What? You don’t dare anymore? Weren’t you talking a lot earlier? Now I tell you that in the face of absolute power, your twisted theories are nothing!”
David stared at his irritated expression, a cold curve at the corner of his mouth: “Let’s duel, but I have a condition.”
“What conditions?” Wei Feng thought he was begging for mercy, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
“If I win, you’ll have to admit that not everything taught at the Divine Kingdom Academy is true.” David’s gaze swept over the surrounding students. “And you’ll have to admit that divine cultivators aren’t necessarily superior to human cultivators.”
Wei Feng agreed without hesitation: “Okay! If you lose, kneel down and kowtow, slap yourself in the face, and get out of the Divine Capital!”
David’s lips curled into a playful smile. “No problem. But I’m a man of few words. If Young Master Wei gets hurt, don’t cry and tell the Divine Guard.”
“Arrogant!” Wei Feng roared angrily. His figure flashed, and golden spiritual energy condensed into a fist. With the sound of breaking wind, it shot straight at David’s face!
“Puff…”
David’s eyes were filled with disgust. The Dragon Slayer Sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed at it.
The sound of blood splashing resounded loudly in the silent academy courtyard. Drops of warm blood splashed onto the bluestone slabs, instantly casting a dazzling red color.
Wei Feng, a seventh-level Earth Immortal, froze in place, his pupils suddenly shrinking as he stared intently at his empty right arm.
Where the arm should have been connected, only a fine wound remained. The meridians at the fracture site were still gushing spiritual energy and blood wildly. Excruciating pain instantly flooded his mind like a tidal wave.
“Ah, my hand!”
A shrill scream suddenly erupted. Wei Feng staggered back two steps, his other hand pressing tightly against the wound. The arrogance and pride on his face was instantly torn apart by fear and pain.
He stared at David with eyes filled with incredible hatred, “You dare hurt me? I am the son of Lord Weiwei of the Divine Kingdom. How dare you, a lowly human cultivator, cut off my arm!”