I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 571

Chapter 571: Chapter 309: So Awkward, Arriving on a Sword_2
 

Every blow was as heavy as a mountain range and astonishingly powerful.

“Damn, that’s strong!”

As Tian Ji’s momentum erupted, a multitude of martial artists all wore solemn expressions.

Worthy of being the Great Protector of the Wanshi Alliance, his strength was truly immense, especially since he brought a divine artifact with him.

But had there been a misunderstanding? The Thousand Martial Hall hadn’t even made a move; it was just Xu Yan who had backed off.

The Thousand Martial Lord and the Elders were almost beside themselves with anger!

Damn it, do you really see my Thousand Martial Hall as so worthless?

Do you really enjoy bullying the small with your size?

Fuck!

Seething with killing intent, they nearly wished they could flatten Tian Ji themselves!

“What now, you Thousand Martial Hall dare to act but not accept the consequences?”

Tian Ji roared uncontrollably with rage.

Fuck!

The Elders of the Thousand Martial Hall roared back in fury, “Tian Ji, don’t spout nonsense! How revered is my Thousand Martial Hall? Why would we deign to stoop to the level of a lowly loose cultivator? It was Xu Yan who backed out and didn’t show up!”

Tian Ji was stunned—Xu Yan had backed out and not come?

He looked towards the crowd, and from their faces, he found his answer.

His face flushed red in an instant.

Fuck!

How embarrassing!

He silently hung the Wanshan Halberd back over his shoulder and cleared his throat, “Young people are so unreliable. Dragging things out like this leads to misunderstandings!”

The gathered martial artists were all speechless.

Of course, given Tian Ji’s display, they weren’t surprised—the Thousand Martial Hall’s reputation did indeed lead to misunderstandings.

The faces of the Thousand Martial Lord and others darkened.

Cui Huayu’s mouth twitched, and he inquired with a martial artist who had also watched the previous battle about the time Xu Yan left.

The martial artist, without much thought, told Cui Huayu the time.

“Why all the hurry? The appointed time hasn’t even arrived yet!”

Cui Huayu muttered to himself.

Was Xu Yan someone who backed down?

He didn’t believe it. The appointed time hadn’t arrived yet, and Xu Yan was a punctual man.

There would surely be no accidents this time.

“Disperse, no excitement to see here, no history to witness. I’ve come all this way for nothing, Xu Yan steps on the face of Thousand Martial Hall and likely finds a place to hide.”

A martial artist said in disappointment.

As he said this, the others nodded in agreement, expressing approval.

“Thousand Martial Hall made a misstep, huh? Xu Yan stepping on our faces, becoming the first person in the history of the Spiritual Realm, a name that will echo throughout it. Next, he just hides away. I reckon the Thousand Martial Hall will have a hard time finding him.”

“This time, the Thousand Martial Hall will really become a joke!”

A martial artist said with a schadenfreude grin.

But happiness turned to sorrow.

Laughing at the Thousand Martial Hall right at its gate? Wasn’t this seeking death?

Boom!

From the gates of the Thousand Martial Hall, an attack suddenly came, and in the shocked eyes of that martial artist, it struck him dead with a single hit!

The rest of the martial artists were all shocked and silent as cicadas in winter, no longer daring to discuss it.

Nor did they dare show any more delight in the misfortune.

Only then did they realize that the Thousand Martial Hall was the Transcendent Spirit Sect, and they couldn’t just talk nonsense and laugh at will because Xu Yan stepped on their face.

The experts from the three nations, seven sects, and eight noble families were now angrily glaring at the other martial artists, radiating killing intent. Anyone who dared to speak disrespectfully would face their thunderous retaliation.

Some martial artists quietly retreated. There was no excitement to watch, and with the Thousand Martial Hall on edge, they might become scapegoats if they stayed—better to make a quick exit.

After all, loose cultivators were often the easiest targets for frustration.

“After sunset, with Xu Yan nowhere to be seen, issue an order to all the Spirit Sects of the Spiritual Realm: Pursue Xu Yan! A man who does not keep his word, who disrespects the rules, is to be executed! The customs of the Tianjiao contention are not applicable!”

The Thousand Martial Lord said with a grim face as he turned and walked away.

“Yes, Lord!”

The expressions of the Elders of the Thousand Martial Hall were extremely ugly.

They had been stepped on, holding back a powerful counter-attack, but the other party had quit playing!

Was their face stepped on for nothing?

The shame of the Thousand Martial Hall, from now on, who knows how many martial artists would mock them behind their backs!

“Is it almost time?”

Cui Huayu stuck his head out and looked around, feeling a bit anxious inside, afraid that he misjudged and Xu Yan really had backed down, not keeping his appointment.

At this moment, Tian Ji felt very awkward, unsure whether he should leave or not.

Suddenly, a Martial Artist exclaimed almost in a chant, “Look over there, what is that?”

Everyone turned their heads in the direction of the voice to find themselves utterly astonished.

From a distance, they saw one tree after another soaring into the sky, transforming into giant swords hanging in mid-air, each exuding a biting sword aura.

A figure was approaching step by step, each step landing on a giant sword that had risen into the air. With his advance, one tree after another took flight, turning into more giant swords.

By the time he neared the gates of the Thousand Martial Hall, all the swords had come together to form a circle. One sword linked to another, piercing into the ground surrounding the arena, which was now encircled by the blades.

The young man was strikingly handsome, standing proudly in all four directions!

Xu Yan had arrived!

Silence!

The crowd of Martial Artists was utterly shocked. Who could turn trees into swords and tread such a sword path? What kind of ability was that?

“I knew it, Xu Yan is a man who keeps his appointments!” muttered Cui Huayu softly to herself.

As soon as Xu Yan made his entrance, he shook everyone present.

The Martial Artists who had previously claimed Xu Yan had already backed down and hidden away now felt their faces burning with embarrassment. They forced themselves to remain composed, pretending they had never said such things.

“Xu Yan is truly the pride of the Spiritual Realm, who dared to say he backed down? Ha, I have the keen eye to recognize true talent, and I declared well before that Xu Yan would surely honor the challenge!”

“Wasn’t it you who just said Xu Yan was hiding away?”

“You’re spouting nonsense! I said that it would be impossible for Xu Yan to hide away!”

“I remember last time Xu Yan left, it was also around this time. Truly punctual indeed!” remarked another Martial Artist with a sigh.

Tian Ji’s heart shook violently. There had been a dozen or more rumors about Xu Yan, and his extraordinary Sword Dao skills sounded too mystical—utterly unreliable.

Witnessing with his own eyes today, he realized some rumors were not so far from the truth.

The marvel of Xu Yan’s Sword Dao could no longer just be described as mystical.

The Thousand Martial Lord, who had just left, returned to the entrance of the hall, his expression immensely somber. Judging by Xu Yan’s appearance, it seemed his strength had grown even stronger?

The prodigies of the Thousand Martial Hall felt a heavy burden, Xu Yan had actually come!

This meant they had to fight for their lives.

Xu Yan’s entrance, with such awe-inspiring method, and formidable strength and mystical Sword Dao, was beyond anyone’s imagination.

A normal fight would not suffice; they would not be his match.

They would have to resort to a fatal strike that would risk their own life—and they were not sure whether Xu Yan would die, but they were certain of their own demise!

However, with Xu Yan’s appearance, they had no other choice!

Yarong stood atop a large tree, watching the young man, her heart filled with silent wonder.

“Such an unparalleled hero in this world, no wonder he has become the heartthrob of those two girls.”

How splendid must the master who taught such a disciple be?

Suddenly, Yarong found herself with the desire to meet Xu Yan’s master.

“Still too young, to brazenly challenge the Thousand Martial Hall by setting up an arena right at their doors, thinking to trample over the hall—these things are not so easily done. Even if the Thousand Martial Hall does not bully the weak, they have many other methods.”

Yarong shook her head inside, feeling that Xu Yan was still too youthful and impetuous, somewhat too arrogant.

Xu Yan stood on the arena, gazing at the gates of the Thousand Martial Hall. This time, he had to defeat all the Thousand Martial Hall’s outstanding fighters.

“Already at the Divine Origin Realm, ordinary Divine Refinement Celestials at their peak, are just so-so. I hope the prodigies of the Thousand Martial Hall are truly capable,” Xu Yan thought to himself.

Treading on the Thousand Martial Hall to reach the peak of the Spiritual Realm was currently beyond his reach since he had just entered the Divine Origin Realm and was still not powerful enough to suppress the Transcendent Spirit Sect.

“After this battle, whether or not the old folks from the Thousand Martial Hall personally take action, I shall traverse the Spiritual Realm and join the martial world,” Xu Yan resolved.

With his breakthrough into the Divine Origin Realm, he would travel the Spiritual Realm, experience the martial world, observe the landscapes, and comprehend the profound mysteries of Martial Arts.

“Within ten years, breaking through to the Divine Skill Realm.”

Xu Yan set a goal for himself.

In Martial Arts cultivation, the higher one’s realm, the more time it generally takes to cultivate, but he was confident he could break through to the Divine Skill Realm within ten years.

“Once I enter the Divine Realm, I will be unrivaled in the Spiritual Realm!”

The thought of his master displaying the overwhelming Divine Skills Law of Heaven and Earth filled Xu Yan with excitement and anticipation. What kind of Divine Skill would he possess upon breaking through the Divine Realm?

“I, Sword God Xu Yan, challenge the prodigies of the Thousand Martial Hall,” declared Xu Yan, his voice filled with pride.

At the gates of the Thousand Martial Hall, Elder Ping gestured to one of the fighters, signaling him to accept the challenge.

“The pride of the Thousand Martial Hall doesn’t just get challenged so easily; let’s see if you can get past me first.”

A figure with a sword in hand leaped from the entrance of the hall and landed in the arena.

“Shall we decide victory or decide life and death?” Xu Yan asked calmly, his gaze level.

Victory or life and death—the choice was given to his opponent.

“To the death!” coldly uttered the haughty challenger. He had no other option but to fight to the death.