Rebirth of Jinxuan

Mo Chenfan held the King's Sword in his hand, the shimmering light of the blade casting dappled shadows on his face, further highlighting his handsome features and imposing presence.

He stared at Zhang Yuxi, his eyes gleaming with a determined light.

The moment he acquired the King's Sword, a powerful force surged into his body, and he felt stronger than ever before.

In his mind, he had already begun to picture the scene after victory: the adoration of the people, absolute power, and more...

Jinxuan looked at her with admiration.

Thinking of this, the smile on his lips deepened.

"Zhang Yuxi, take this!" Mo Chenfan roared, his figure shooting out like an arrow, heading straight for Zhang Yuxi.

The King's Sword swung in his hand, creating gusts of sharp wind and whistling sounds, as if it were about to tear the air apart.

Looking at the menacing Mo Chenfan, Zhang Yuxi secretly groaned inwardly.

He had hoped to use this opportunity to let Mo Chenfan show his strength in front of everyone.

But now it seems that this kid has become a bit too proud of himself.

He dodged Mo Chenfan's attack, secretly regretting his actions: he should have taught him some proper movement techniques; now he's charging around like a calf that hasn't been weaned.

"You little rascal, your moves are pretty flashy, but you're too slow!" Zhang Yuxi said sarcastically as she dodged Mo Chenfan's attacks.

He had to figure out a way to fake defeat, without hurting the kid's pride, but also to make him realize his shortcomings.

It's really hard to strike the right balance.

Upon hearing this, Mo Chenfan channeled his spiritual power into the King's Sword, causing the sword's light to surge and its power to become even more formidable.

He refused to believe that with his current strength, he couldn't do anything to Zhang Yuxi!

Zhang Yuxi moved erratically, like a ghost, within Mo Chenfan's attack range.

He appeared disheveled, but in reality, he was in complete control.

He was looking for the right opportunity, an opportunity that would both showcase Mo Chenfan's strength and make him accept defeat wholeheartedly.

"That's about it..." Zhang Yuxi thought to herself.

Just as Mo Chenfan swung his sword again, he paused slightly, seemingly revealing a slight opening.

Seeing this, Mo Chenfan was overjoyed. "Zhang Yuxi, you've lost!" he roared, and the King's Sword, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, pierced straight for Zhang Yuxi's chest...

"Stop!" A cry of alarm came from the crowd.

A cry of surprise rang out as a figure in cyan robes flashed by like lightning; it was none other than Qingfeng, the head of the Nanmao Alchemy Hall.

His palm strike was fierce, aimed directly at Mo Chenfan's wrist holding the sword.

Mo Chenfan felt a numbness in his wrist, and the King's Sword almost slipped from his hand.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Zhang Yuxi smiled slightly. A flash of silver light appeared around him, and a surge of powerful demonic energy erupted like a tide, instantly sweeping across the entire area.

Everyone felt a powerful pressure coming towards them and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Mo Chenfan once again channeled his spiritual power into the King's Sword, causing the sword's light to surge and shoot straight into the sky, its dazzling brilliance seemingly tearing the entire sky apart.

He stared intently at Zhang Yuxi.

Zhang Yuxi remained calm and composed.

He stood with his hands behind his back, letting Mo Chenfan's sword energy attack him, without even lifting his eyelids.

In the distance, Lu Jinxuan sat cross-legged, her hands forming a mudra, chanting incantations.

Before her, the alchemy furnace floated silently in the air, flames burning fiercely inside, emitting a fragrant aroma of medicine.

A fiery red pill slowly rotated in the flames, radiating a scorching heat.

She remained calm, as if everything outside of her was irrelevant.

She was refining the Fire Spirit Pill, a type of pill that could increase the speed of cultivating fire-attribute spiritual power.

Mo Chenfan roared and shot out like an arrow, heading straight for Zhang Yuxi.

The King's Sword swung in his hand, creating gusts of sharp wind and whistling sounds, as if it were about to tear the air apart.

Zhang Yuxi smiled slightly, and with a flash, easily dodged Mo Chenfan's attack.

He looked at Mo Chenfan and said, "Chenfan, your strength still needs improvement."

Upon hearing this, Mo Chenfan poured all his spiritual power into the King's Sword, causing the sword to shine brightly and its power to become even more formidable.

He refused to believe that with his current strength, he couldn't do anything to Zhang Yuxi!

Zhang Yuxi snorted coldly and dodged Mo Chenfan's attack with another flash.

His figure moved elusively, like a ghost, roaming within Mo Chenfan's attack range.

He appeared disheveled, but in reality, he was in complete control.

Mo Chenfan's attacks grew increasingly fierce, his sword energy crisscrossing and tearing apart the surrounding air.

However, no matter how he attacked, he could not touch Zhang Yuxi at all.

"Roar!" A deafening roar suddenly rang out, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

Immediately afterwards, two white lightning bolts shot out from behind Mo Chenfan, as fast as the wind, almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw two pure white spirit beasts appear beside Mo Chenfan, majestic and imposing.

It resembled a fierce tiger, was enormous, had snow-white fur, and had piercing, piercing eyes that flashed with a chilling light.

It opened its blood-red maw, revealing sharp fangs, and let out a deep roar that shook the ground slightly.

The other resembles a giant eagle, with a broad wingspan and flawless white feathers that shimmer with a holy light in the sunlight.

It hovered in the air, emitting a sharp cry, its keen eyes scanning everything around it.

"This is... a spirit beast?" someone in the crowd exclaimed, their voice filled with disbelief.

“Two…two! And they’re high-level spirit beasts!” another voice said, trembling, clearly shocked by the sight before them.

Qian Feng stared wide-eyed at the two majestic spirit beasts in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Uncle Mo... is actually a summoner?" He turned to look at Lu Yuhang beside him, only to see that Lu Yuhang also looked shocked, his little face full of confusion.

"Uncle Mo... is so amazing..." Lu Yuhang murmured, his eyes shining with admiration.

The crowd suddenly exploded with discussions.

"A summoner! It's actually a summoner! This is a once-in-a-millennium event!"

"My God! Young Master Mo is actually a summoner! This is going to be interesting!"

"The Demon King is in trouble now! Two high-level spirit beasts—even the Demon King would have a hard time dealing with them!"

The gazes of the crowd toward Mo Chenfan were filled with awe and anticipation.

Summoners are legendary beings, possessing the powerful ability to command spirit beasts and control the forces of nature.

In Kyoto, summoners are extremely rare, and each one is a national treasure.

“Young Master Mo, could you be the legendary…” an old man asked tremblingly, his tone filled with awe.

"Young Master Mo is actually a summoner! That's incredible!"

"The demon race is doomed! With a powerful figure like Young Master Mo, we can definitely wipe them out completely!"

"Young Master Mo, you are our savior!"

People placed all their hopes on Mo Chenfan, expecting him to lead them to victory.

Mo Chenfan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

He gently patted the two spirit beasts beside him and whispered, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Ba, it's our turn to perform..."