I Am the Overlord in the Fairy World

A gust of wind blew, and Ling Feng's figure was swept into the air. His eyes were slightly closed and he was concentrating. His right foot was gently on tiptoe, his left leg was bent into an arch shape, and his arms were spread out. "Oops!" A crisp sound sounded, and the sword in the stone slowly left its sheath. Ling Feng opened his eyes, raised his right hand high, and a strong internal force spurted out. The sword in the stone was instantly pulled out and fell into his hand. The blade was as sharp as snow. The sword in the stone spun rapidly between Ling Feng's hands, one after another, so fast that even the villagers standing nearby could hear the sound of the blade cutting through the air. The corners of Ling Feng's mouth curled up slightly, showing a hint of pride. Legend has it that the person who pulls out the sword from the stone is the chosen hero, who can shoulder the destiny of saving the village and bring the divine sword to conquer the evil dragon. This is what they say, but there has not been a hero in your village for seven hundred years. Every child in the village must try to pull out the sword from the stone as part of their coming-of-age ceremony, but every time it is in vain. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.