Daoist Competition

Chapter 1372: Chapter 73: A Single Sword Shocks the Four Directions

From Zhang Yan’s Void Movement, escaping to stand before Old Man Jin Ling, and then drawing his sword to behead him, it was merely a gesture. Only when he returned with the head did the crowd react.

Du Shixun suddenly stood up from his seat, eyes flickering with Divine Light, his face full of excitement, and he sneered at the few elders on the Dharma Platform, laughing to himself. Sitting next to him, Xing Fuli was even more dumbfounded, simply staring in astonishment.

Elder Yan’s motion froze, and he tugged at his beard without moving, shaking his head after a long while: "I misjudged, I misjudged."

Elders Lin and Bai were visibly shocked and surprised. Leaving aside Jin Ling’s status in the Xuanyue Sect, watching him easily defeat three people, Tame a myriad rings to cover the sky, freely moving through the void, one could tell this person was extraordinary. Yet such a figure was killed in the blink of an eye by Zhang Yan’s hand—how formidable must he be?

Sect Leader Qiao stared blankly, having initially given up on this battle, ready to decide the winner in the next match. Yet he completely did not expect Jin Ling to be killed by Zhang Yan with one sword stroke; the stark contrast left him speechless.

Mrs. Zhao, unable to bear it, lightly nudged him and said: "Husband, True Master Zhang has won and should be rewarded richly."

Sect Leader Qiao awoke to this, nodding: "Yes, yes, someone transmit my order, True Master Zhang has slain an elder of the Xuanyue, reward him according to the ceremonial list, and additionally grant him an immortal city."

Mrs. Zhao continued: "Jin Ling was a Great Protector of the Xuanyue, not an ordinary person. Husband, why not invite True Master Zhang to the carriage for a discussion?"

Sect Leader Qiao was now calm, since prevailing over Xuanyue in a battle and eliminating their Great Protector was certainly no bad thing. He gladly said, "As you say, my wife, I was neglectful; send another order inviting True Master Zhang to the Pu Lao Flying Carriage."

About ten miles away from the Pu Lao Flying Carriage, there stood a lone Dharma Platform, the place where Ancestor Hui Xuan and his disciples were located.

Since Ancestor Hui Xuan disliked noise and was not part of the Zhongtai Sect, a significant distance separated them.

At this moment, he was standing side by side with Luo Dongchuan. After a while, he slowly withdrew his gaze and said, "Indeed, Jin Ling lost."

Luo Dongchuan showed no surprise, laughing coldly: "I’ve said before, Zhang Yan is one of Mingcang’s top ten disciples, achieved First Grade Golden Core, and developed a Nascent Soul within a century, ranking first in the East Splendor Sixteen Sects Sword Competition. For that old man to match him for two rounds was already impressive."

Ancestor Hui Xuan frowned, thinking for a moment: "With such a figure here, it’s greatly detrimental to our plans."

Only with Zhongtai being weak would he be confident in persuading Sect Leader Qiao to let the Python Clan in. But with Zhang Yan present, Zhongtai undoubtedly gained a considerable chance to win, which was not what he wanted to see.

Luo Dongchuan lowered his head in thought: "Now my elder brother’s side has yet to relay any news; let’s endure for now. I also advise Brother Daoist, your disciple should wisely avoid this person."

Ancestor Hui Xuan calmly replied: "That won’t trouble Luo Daoist. I have my own measures on how to teach my disciple."

Luo Dongchuan replied indifferently: "I merely offer a reminder; whether you heed it is entirely up to you."

In preparation against Zhang Yan, the Python Clan had already sent emissaries to Central Pillar Continent to invite fierce individuals to act. Until news from the clan arrived, he didn’t wish to contend with him prematurely.

Were it not for considering Ancestor Hui Xuan somewhat as an ally, having utility before the Python Clan’s major tasks were accomplished, he wouldn’t have bothered to say another word, hoping he’d suffer for his own stubbornness.

Zhang Yan had returned to the platform, and upon landing, he tossed the head on the ground, bowing to Du Shixun: "Satisfied, I have fulfilled my duties."

Du Shixun laughed heartily, clasping Zhang Yan’s arm and shaking it vigorously, saying: "Fellow Daoist Zhang, a sword to sever the head, swiftly capturing the foe, marvelous! Marvelous!"

Xing Fuli squeezed out a smile, also stepping forward to offer congratulations: "Fellow Daoist Zhang has made a great achievement, surely the Sect Leader will appreciate it."

At this moment, a Daoist boy approached, saying: "The Sect Leader orders, inviting True Master Zhang to the Pu Lao Flying Carriage for a discussion."

Du Shixun laughed again, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is a good thing, I’ll go with you." He then stepped closer, whispering: "I wonder where Old Man Jin Ling’s Primordial Spirit is? Fellow Daoist, could you have released it?"

Zhang Yan chuckled, lifting the Dharma Sword, placing two fingers on the blade’s spine, and gently sliding them along, revealing a cold light like water, reflecting like a mirror, with a twisted human figure hovering within. He said: "Old Man Jin Ling’s Primordial Spirit is here. As Xuanyue’s Great Protector, he must know many secrets. Capturing him is a grand gift for True Master."