I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 578

Chapter 578: Chapter 313 Seizing the Divine Artifact to His Face, Who Gave Him the Courage?
 

Xu Yan’s expression was grave, the cold gleam of the blade brought him immense pressure.

Wu Yuan’s strength was not weak, and with a secret technique similar to a life-burning killing move, he had activated the Divine Artifact of the Thousand Martial Hall. The might of this strike was no less than Huang Liang’s from before.

Moreover, with Wu Yuan’s current Realm, to be able to invoke the Divine Artifact’s power to such an extent, he must have received the blessings of a Supreme Expert.

Boom!

At this moment, Xu Yan’s Divine Soul operated, and the nurtured Longsword within him trembled slightly, but he did not draw it.

The sword in his hand was refined by Fang Hao; it was a top-tier Spiritual Artifact.

Of course, the Spiritual Artifacts refined by Fang Hao’s Artifact Refinement were not comparable to those of the Spiritual Realm.

However, the might of the Divine Artifact was the result of Wu Yuan exhausting all his cultivation and the bolster of a Supreme Expert.

The sword in hand could withstand the Divine Artifact without destruction, but to block this strike with just this sword was still impossible.

Xu Yan’s expression remained solemn, yet he showed no sign of retreat.

To not be able to block with one sword did not mean he had no way to block it!

Boom!

In this moment, the great swords planted around the arena rose into the air, aligning in front of Xu Yan, while a dense array of sword lights also emerged behind him.

Clang!

Just at that moment, among the watching Martial Artists, they suddenly found their swords out of control.

“My sword!”

Exclamations echoed one after another.

They saw flashes of cold light soaring upward, swords flying out in a burst and aligning around Xu Yan.

At this moment, Wu Yuan’s aura also peaked.

His whole being began to wither, his Divine Soul, lifeblood, and all of his cultivation poured into the cold and unsympathetic saber.

“Xu Yan, die!”

His withered body seemed to ride the saber, or rather, it was as if the saber was wielding him.

A cold gleam of saber light, originating from the mountain gate of the Thousand Martial Hall, swooped across the sky—a cold murderous intent that, from afar, made all the Martial Artists feel as if they had plunged into an ice cave.

Between the mountain gate of the Thousand Martial Hall and Xu Yan’s position, nature’s spiritual energy seemed to freeze amidst the cold light of the saber, and a trail of this chilling light appeared in mid-air.

Bang!

The strike from the Divine Artifact, the cold and unsympathetic saber, had reached its climax and even had the Great Power of Domain infused into it, turning its light into an azure hue.

In the eyes of the Martial Artists, it seemed as if a giant azure saber, hundreds of zhang in length, in an instant slashed towards the figure suspended in mid-air!

Swoosh!

Sword lights surged through the air, like ten thousand swords launching simultaneously in an explosive barrage.

In front of, around, and behind Xu Yan, countless swords surged like a mighty river of swords, clashing with the azure saber light.

Plop, plop, plop!

Yet one after another the swords shattered and were annihilated, the azure saber light still slashing forth, seemingly unstoppable in its might.

Tian Ji’s heart clenched, his mind cursing the shamelessness of the Thousand Martial Hall countless times.

But it also served as a reminder to him: for the decisive battle of the genius showdown, the Wanshi Alliance needed better preparation—knowing this tactic of the Thousand Martial Hall, the other Transcendent Spirit Sects would surely not be lacking.

The Spirit Sects certainly did not wish to lose this battle, hence they would unleash all their possible methods!

Yarong stared intently at Xu Yan—could he block this saber strike?

Did he, perhaps, have a hidden trump card?

Otherwise, where did the confidence come from to challenge at the mountain gate of the Thousand Martial Hall?

“He must block it!”

Cui Huayu inwardly said with nervousness.

The river of ten thousand swords continued to strike, impacting the azure saber light constantly, and even trees were uprooted, transforming into longswords.

It seemed as if nature’s spiritual energy itself had also converted into sword light, continually washing over the azure saber light.

However, although the saber light’s speed slowed down and even dimmed slightly, it was still slashing towards Xu Yan, who even if he retreated, could not avoid it.

This saber strike had already locked onto his aura, leaving no room to retreat, no way to evade!

Of course, that was what others thought, but for Xu Yan, avoiding this saber strike was not impossible!

But Xu Yan, though not a brute, was also not one to shrink back from danger at the first sign of crisis.

The might of a Divine Artifact may be strong, but not to the point of being unblockable!

Suddenly, the river of ten thousand swords weakened, like a bubbling stream, and the azure saber light, slashing into this weaker flow of swords, seemed somewhat caught within—it’s might constantly being diminished.

Xu Yan struck out with one sword after another, the gentle breeze seemingly turning into a viscous fluid; his Mountain and River Sword Intent embraced everything, continuously weakening the azure saber light.

“Blocked without a single scratch?”

Cui Huayu was shocked in her heart.

“What kind of Sword Dao is this? Unusual indeed, to greatly reduce the might of the cold and unsympathetic saber.”

Cui Huayu pondered in astonishment.

“Not good, this cold and unsympathetic saber has hidden another attack!”

Suddenly, Cui Huayu’s expression changed.

Amidst the battlefield, a sudden turn of events unfolded.

The saber light, which had been weakening with its azure glow and chilling aura both diminishing, suddenly erupted with a blinding brilliance.

It was as if the fierce killing intent had only now revealed itself.

Boom!

The ten thousand swords shattered, the stream-like impacts were slashed apart, and even the viscous gentle breeze was cleaved in two.

The saber light was now upon Xu Yan!

Even though the power of this strike had been reduced, Xu Yan’s Sword Dao, all of his defenses, were blown away.

The Martial Artists widened their eyes, a thought flashing through their minds: Xu Yan was in peril!

Xu Yan, who had made history, was about to die under this saber strike!

Many sighed in their hearts—the challenge to the Transcendent Spirit Sects, no matter how monstrous, was ultimately doomed to death!