System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

"You, a junior, how dare you speak such arrogant words and criticize my sect's masters!" As the gatekeeper, Haoyue naturally knew the battle situation inside the valley, and it would be presented to the divine sense vision of the senior uncles and elders outside without any omission.

Chen Xuan's words undoubtedly put him in an extremely awkward situation, almost like being roasted over a raging fire, leaving him in a dilemma.

As expected, as soon as Chen Xuan finished speaking, Haoyue's sword aura instantly surged like a raging torrent, becoming even more fierce and ruthless. The two sword cultivators engaged in close combat, their sword shadows clashing and their cold light flashing, creating an extremely tense situation.

The divine weapons and flying swords clashed fiercely, the power emanating from their sword strikes like a howling wind, shattering the surrounding trees with crisp, rapid sounds.

Generally speaking, sword cultivators, especially those who cultivate Qi, tend to avoid close combat as much as possible. This is because the bodies of Qi cultivators are relatively weak, and if a sharp sword pierces their head, they will die instantly.

If it weren't for the special rules and restrictions of this valley, Haoyue's nine divine swords would not simply be manifestations of moonlight, but would transform into nine genuine human-rank flying swords. At that time, their power would greatly increase, and the pressure Chen Xuan faced would also increase exponentially.

"Little guy, quite arrogant." Xuan Ye frowned as he heard Chen Xuan's words in the valley.

"Hahaha, I like this kid. In all these years, he's the first disciple to question the elders of my Xuanqing Palace sect because of his arrogance." The white-haired old man was very easygoing and praised Chen Xuan while drinking.

"But this makes Haoyue's situation extremely difficult," the refined scholar commented, having carefully observed the close combat between the two through his divine sense.

"A troublemaker, another troublemaker, even more troublesome than Haoyue." Zixin couldn't help but sigh, not expecting this new prospective disciple to be even more troublesome than Haoyue had been.

The divine senses of the group of primordial spirit cultivators spread throughout the valley like a fine spider web.

Everything that happened in the valley, even the slightest dust rising, was within their perception; they could see it in the smallest detail.

At this moment, they all expressed their opinions and engaged in a pleasant discussion about the battle.

"Wait a minute, something's not right. How come Chen Xuan's sword aura is getting stronger as Haoyue unleashes her full power?"

"Yes, Haoyue could only use one sword because of the rules. At first, she held back, but after Chen Xuan's provocation, Haoyue unleashed the full power that a single sword could provide. Why was she still unable to win?"

"The true meaning of Gale?"

"This kid is really interesting. He not only comprehended the true meaning of Gale at the Foundation Establishment stage, but also skillfully integrated it into his sword moves. Such talent and comprehension are truly remarkable!"

"Indeed extraordinary. Haoyue is only at this level, and he is only slightly better than Chen Xuan. Now he has run out of tricks. If we were in the wild, Haoyue could easily defeat this little brat Chen Xuan with the complete Haoyue Sword Formation."

"There's no other way. If Haoyue dares to unleash the complete Haoyue Sword Formation at this moment, it would be tantamount to declaring his defeat."

Just as the five Nascent Soul Daoists were secretly speculating that Chen Xuan would press his advantage and rush into the valley exit in one fell swoop.

In an instant, Chen Xuan moved like lightning, his long sword flashing like a nimble dragon as he thrust it out.

This seemingly ordinary sword strike actually contained endless mysteries and powerful explosive force. A flash of cold light appeared, and the blade swept past Haoyue like a gust of wind. Haoyue's collar and hem, like a fragile butterfly wing, were precisely severed by Chen Xuan's sword and floated gently to the ground.

In that instant, the air seemed to be frozen in place, instantly solidifying.

The five Nascent Soul Daoists who were observing the battle with their divine senses were also astonished. Although their divine senses could perceive everything, they had not yet realized how Chen Xuan had unleashed such powerful and subtle strength in an instant.